𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 🪽 mason thames

11. all of the above

    ♡ ִ 🦷    ࣪ living in the movie I watched and, ⏆      ּ

We wrapped up the red carpet, and I left to use the restroom. After taking pictures and the mini interviews, they now move on to food. Finally, one thing about Daphne: she's a stress eater.

Walking out of the bathroom, I see Mason.

waiting for me.

Attentive ass

"Mason I said you should go talk to Momona; that was the plan, right?" I said calmly but with a slightly irritated voice. "Yeah, that's what I wanted to talk about... I don't know if I want—

"Mason. Don't tell me I did all this for nothing."

Mason was taken aback, and he felt his heart ache a bit. Everything felt weird. It's like you guys are fine one moment and not the other. It was killing him. "Why do you say that as if it's a bad thing? like you regret it? I thought we liked each other..."

"I—what? No, I don't regret anything, Mason. I'm going to sit with Miguel."

"Daph, I'm tired of—" You were gone. again.

—-

"Oh hey, you look great!" Miguel complimented me, "Thanks, um, can I sit here?" I smiled at him. "Yeah, of course," he said as he patted the seat. I sat down and looked everywhere but at him. "You also look good," I awkwardly smile at him.

He chuckled and said, Thank you. "You know Mason told me all about the fake dating thing." I looked at him shocked. "What?"

"Don't worry! I didn't tell anyone else... You know, I think he's not really into Momona anymore." Your body went through a flash of confusion, stress, regret, and all of the above. "What do you mean?"

—-

Rushing outside of the event, trying to not fall and faceplant straight into the snow, "You've got to be shitting me." He's nowhere in sight, and he most likely left with Momona to the after party at Walker's house, thanking God it feels more natural to run in heels than in regular shoes.

Turning another corner, I stop in my tracks, nearly falling. "Momona? What—what are you doing? Sorry, I'm out of breath." My cheeks and nose are red from the cold, and my chest starts to burn as I put my hands on my knees and try to catch my breath. "Uh, I don't know. I went to go walk back to the event to meet up with Shay; I was going to go to the party, but, um..." She shrugs, a defeated look on her face as she scans yours. "I think you should stop pushing him away. Don't blame yourself; just go to him. You're who he wants." She walks up to you and pats your shoulder. "You should go."

And with that she walks away, and you go back to your hunt to find Mason, this time not running, knowing he's at said destination. Taking in her words, you can't help but blame yourself; you weren't used to this, a guy trying to fix things. It wasn't the norm for you; most guys, your ex, you were the one begging, trying constantly. How could you not see it? How could he not see it?

You kept walking, trying so very hard not to cry, and you stopped in front of the crowded house. Lights are flashing from the inside, and music is booming. "How are the cops not here right now?" Scoffing, I go to sit at the curb for a second, seeing that the front is more than crowded.

Shivering and upset, I huff, "Shit" What if it's too late?

"Daphne?"