"MASE, we have to get up sometime soon" i mumble into my best friends shoulder.
wait no.
my boyfriends shoulder.
"mhm" is all the curly haired boy beside me can get out. the two of us are currently curled up in my bed, with 13 going on 30 playing in the background. it has practically become a tradition every time we have a sleepover together. we walk to the corner candy store, buy some red dazzles, i scream dazzle red every time he tells me what colour my tongue is, we watch 13 going on 30 and fall asleep together. oh, and tristan screams at us to get a room every time we walk in the door holding hands.
"mason, the house is on fire" i whisper urgently, trying to coax him to get out of bed. "there's a burglar?" i say unsurely, as he still doesn't move or make a noise. then, i genuinely worry that he's dead, so naturally, i put my ear up to his mouth.
he's breathing, thank god.
i know the trick..
"mason im gonna go make cookies, what temperature do i preheat the oven to.. 500 degrees?" i ask, trying my hardest not to laugh as he instantly jolts up.
"matilda pravong. as much as i love you. you are not making cookies again" he rubs his eyes tiredly with a grin on his face. I end up huffing and crossing my arms, "then you better get up and help me" i shrug, kicking the pink duvet off of my body and getting out of bed.
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"MASON GET OVER HERE IMMEDIATELY THE COOKIES ARE BURNING" I shout in a panicked manner. i know i shouldn't have made cookies, or baked anything at all, but i wanted mason to get out of bed..
so here we are, i guess.
"not again, tils, you've burnt like , four batches of cookies in the time i've known you!" mason exclaims, getting off the sofa and walking over towards me with a mocking disappointment look on his face. i frantically waft the smoke out of the air with a grimace on my face.
walking over to the kitchen island, i pick up a pair of red oven mitts to take the tray of cookies out of the oven, but mason immediately stops me, "i don't want you to burn yourself" he shrugs when he sees my confused expression, he then proceeds to take the large oven mitts off of my hands and slip them onto his own.
this boy
i fight the blush that's crawling up my neck, but it instantly goes away when i here a voice. "god you guys are so cute" valentine interrupts the moment we were having. it's become a natural occurrence that val, one of my best friends, walks into the house whenever she wants. The two of us turn our heads towards the joyous girl.
"hey valentine" mason and i say simultaneously, a small smile creeping onto my face.
"so, i suppose i won't be getting any cookies?" the brunette laughs, looking down at the tray with 'cookies' on it.
"i wouldn't call them cookies anymore, they're practically lumps of charcoal" mason points out, walking over to the bin and dumping them in. this comment offends me, though backings my strong suit, surely practice makes perfect- right?
smacking mason on the arm playfully, i add "i'll make another batch and redeem myself"
"NO!" valentine and mason instantaneously shout.
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matildapravongg- the way that the cookies were definitely burning in the moment i took this photo is so aesthetic!
