2 stupid boys fight over things

A day out

Thursday, February 13, 2xxx
-Masons place.
"It's nice to see you again Mason, how have you been doing lately?" A woman with a yellow dress littered with tiny flowers sprawled and big oversized pure colored hat says. Her complexion is not what people normally expect of a dark skinned woman, her hair, neatly tucked into her hat. eyes the color of daisies She's sitting on a recliner, her bag on her lap and her broom leaning against the chair.
"I've been fine, what about you, Miss. Monroe?".
"That's great to hear, and for me everything's been going well. Now that that's out of the way, Mason, has "it" progressed?".
Masons face changes from a smile to a serious expression.
"Sometimes it's a throbbing pain in my left arm and...sometimes I spit out blood.".
"It seems like it's gotten worse, but don't worry, I have something for you!". She shuffles around in her bag and pulls out a small glass bottle with a black liquid inside.
"Remember when I took a sample of your blood?".
"Yeah?".
"I gave it to my daughter, you know she's really smart-and she made this suppressant with your blood.".
"Really?!" Mason says as he gets up from his chair.
"Yes really." she says as she hands the bottle, "Now, take it whenever you feel like it starts talking over your body. Inject it though the neck, or else it won't work.".
Mason reply's, giving Miss.Monroe a sign to start packing her things.
"Ah-Miss," Mason says.
She stops in her tracks, "yes?".
"Um, tomorrow, could you sign something at school?".
"What is it?"
"Ah, well-" Mason starts to fidget,"I'm going to move into a dorm at school, and they need my guardian to sign it,".
"What? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Of course i'll sign it! Your home is so far from the school i'm surprised you don't have any tarties!". She sits back down.
"So, are you dorming with anyone?".
"Uh, about that....I-am." Mason says with sweat dripping down his face.
"Really who?".
Mason takes a deep breath.
"So you know that guy who dad kills other bad dudes, it's that guy.".
"Mason, stop acting shy and tell me!".
"Ehh, It's Kevin Kapustin.".
...
"WHAT, THE DEMON KILLING CLAN?"
"Look it's not my fault! It's his!"
"Mason do you not understand what danger being around that boy puts you in?".
"Look I never wanted to interact with the guy-but his fighting was way to good from what I saw on tv, I just had to test it out!".
"Mason listen," Miss. Monroe stands up and holds Mason's arms," I promised your dad I would do my best to protect you and your siblings. I might have failed with them but not with you. When I got the call from the hospital that you had woken up it was like a miracle. So, i'm going to make you drop out of that school.".
"No way!" Mason lets go, "I'm fine I can protect my self!"
"Mason, if he finds out you're a demon and tells his father-I don't want to see headlines of 'Highschool boy Being Burned at Stake after Kevin Kapustin finds out he's secretly a demon'!".
"But, it's my dream school! You know when I was in the hospital the TV always played Electromatic's interviews and him saving people and Watermelon Academy was the school he went to!" Mason says holding back tears.
"That... and every other hero I saw... is what kept me going."
....
"Fine" Ms. Monroe reliques.
"Thank You so much!" Mason says while tears stream out.
"Ok, but PROMISE ME that you'll not get caught by Katsputin".
"kay' I promise, pinky swear".
The two lock pinkies for an important life or death promise.
"Ok now since that's been decided how about we got room shopping?" Ms. Monroe says eagerly.
"Naw, that's ok I'm actually going with some friends.".
"... So you already knew you could convince me?" her face turns into a slim smile. "Fine go hang out with your friends, just call me when it's time to sign,". Ms. Monroe grabs her things and broom and heads to the backyard Mason follows behind her.
"Wait Ms-!" Mason dash's to the kitchen and out to the backyard. Ms. Monroe who was sat on her broom was about to take off.
"Here! I made cookies earlier this morning! Bring some with you, please!" Mason says.
"Did you make these just for me? They're my favorite! How sweet." She takes the cookies. "Alright now you have fun and be safe."
"I will, I'll make sure not to worry you anymore!" Mason says with a determined grin.
"Hum," her face turns to her next destination. "Yip yip!" "Tap" Tap". "Fussh". In a flash she was gone.
"Ding dong".
"That must be them!" Mason runs to the front door, eager to meet his friends.
The other side of the door reveals a tall boy with thick curly black hair, green eyes, white skin and what most describe, a gentle face.
"Cho Shiwoo!"
"Hey, Mason it's been awhile."
"Yeah it has, how are you man!?" a boy with blond fox ears, sunglasses, and hoodie says.
"Dude you act like we don't pass by each other morning!".
"You two don't go to the same school?" Shiwoo asks.
"Nope! Mason goes to a school for important people while I go to a normal one!" Axel says.
"Huh..." Shiwoo sighs.

🌪️Cho Shi Woo Pov 🌪️
Axel acts like his parents don't own one of the most important hospitals around... He really needs to get off my shoulder..
Oh, I smell something sweet.
"Mason did you make something?".
"Yeah I did, Red Velvet Cookies! Want some?" Mason asks with a smile.
"I'll have some!" Axel says as he finally gets off my shoulder.
I'm really not into sweets but I'll try whatever Mason makes.
"I'll try one,".
"Red Velvet? Didn't know you like this favor... It's really good though!" I say.
"Yeah, well I did make it for someone!" Mason says while packaging some cookies.
He made it for someone specific? "Who?".
"Oh, just someone that's close to me."
Someone... that's close to Mason... that I don't even know about..
"But anyways," Mason starts," where are we going to shop?"
[50 minutes later]
We ended up in a busy mall. The shops littered with people.
"Hey look, look! It's you Shiwoo!" Axel yells. He's pointing to me, on a ad. It's weird seeing your face so much, I'm still not used to it.
*Sigh* " My dad made me model for, says it's good for publicity,".
"I'm just lucky I don't ge-"
Abruptly, words I could only dream of came out of Mason's mouth,"I think you look good.".
I stop in my tracks, WHAT. He, MASON, thinks I look good?
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{Could I have a chance?}