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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇...
Y/n called her brother to pick her up but got another visit instead...

lowercase intended.
TW: angsty/sad, drinking mentioned (don't encourage), making out

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Y/n walks up to her brother to hand him the cake.

Mason follows into the house to see Y/n conversing with other people. How could she look so happy and smiley while being crappy to him.

Mason's eyes never left Y/n. He watched her go upstairs after leaving her brother. Despite his anger for you, his concern was outweighing it. He contemplated about following you into your room. He wanted to make sure you were alright. He shakes his head disagreeing. Why should he care if you're fine?

Meanwhile, you were refreshing up in your shower. Getting into cleaner and warmer clothes afterwards. You decided to head to your bed to get cuddled up with your blanket. Being in a burrito blanket sounds more pleasing than seeing his face.

Mason's eyes were still glued to the staircase as he struggles to keep himself from walking upstairs into your room.

He eventually did. He couldn't take her anymore. He made his way to your room and entering...without knocking.

Seeing you lie in your bed was a punch in a gut for him. How could you look so angelic when he felt so much hatred towards you.
He wanted to go to you, to sit next to you in bed to make sure you're alright. But he stayed back.

"What are you doing here?"

Mason lightly scoffed at your harsh tone.
"What does it look like I'm doing, idiot? I'm worried."

"Worried about what? That you wouldn't catch me crying in time?"

"No you dumba**. I was concerned that you might be upset. But looks like you're fine to me. He**, you look happy," he rolls his eyes.

"I'm not happy," she spats.

"You sure looked it to me. Smiling and laughing and having a great time like you weren't even sad two minutes before that," he snapped, his fists clenching as he spoke.

"I don't wanna ruin his birthday! Of course I'll show him that I was happy. I'm happy to see my brother. I don't wanna worry him about nothing."

"Of course, you don't," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He looked at you on the bed with a scoff.
"Now come on, get up. I won't let you laze around in bed and miss your brother's party just because you felt like having a crying session."

"No, thank you."

Mason scoffed loudly this time as he walked over to the foot of your bed. He glares down at you in anger.
"So, you're just gonna sit in bed and ignore your brother for the rest of the night? On his birthday."

"He has his friends. Why would he want me there anyways. I was speaking time with him earlier today," y/n mopes as she was facing the wall.