Nineteen

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Mason Green

I tried to recollect the happenings earlier that led me to the situation I am in. Right, I invited Sara at my house while I was aware that my mom would be out of town, we cooked dinner and watched a movie until Sara fell asleep on the pillow on my lap. She's so precious that I felt like I'm holding the world. My world.

It's almost eight in the evening and I'm pretty sure she has to go home. So I have to wake her up.

"Hey Sara. Time to go home." No response.

"Sara, the zombies are outside." No reponse.

"Sara, your pants are on fire." She sleeps like a stone. So the next thing I knew, I was leaning down and kissing her.

Sara Jay Palmer

I dreamt of Mason kissing me and a part of me liked it. No that wasn't a dream!

Mason just kissed me. I stared at him with wild eyes as he mirror my expression. Silence passed between us and I was still looking so surprised, my eyes would occupy my whole face.

"I'm sorry Sara. I can't help it. I like you. Very much." His eyes were pleading. Oh god. Dear god. What have I done? Dear god please save me. Oh lord.

"Ma-Mason I. I, uhm. I like you too to be honest. But I kinda like Chase too." I placed my hand on my head and thoughts are running to and fro that my neurons might have killed each other by now.

He stayed silent for a while. And when he spoke, he was smiling. But not sincerely.

This is bad. This is really bad. I like two persons now. And I have to re-evaluate my existence. What's the worst thing that could happen? Well my brain would probably explode thinking about this.



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