*OKAY HERE IS PART 12. I'M SORRY IF IN THE LAST CHAP YOU THOUGHT THINGS WOULD HAPPEN BUT NOTHING DID SO...YAY? ANYWAYS YEP MASKY IS IN THE GAME AND OTHERS WILL BE TOO. IT'S JUST HOW THEY COME IN ORDER DO I KEEP YOU GUYS ON EDGE. >:3 ENJOY THIS CHAPTER AND HUG A PANDA OR...SOMETHING. ENJOY NOW >-< *
Chapter 12
I walked with Masky through the park. He's a really nice guy. He's sweet and funny. He's very shy and quirky but that just makes him all the more adorable. We chatted and laughed at the stupid things we would say. I honestly think he's an interesting guy. But I guess no one else thinks so, considering that he wears that mask all of the time. I bet he doesn't look very approachable. Well, I've hung out with Jeff long enough for things like this not to phase me. I'm not sure if I should be happy or disappointed by that. Either way, it's done and I can't change that. As me and Masky were chatting I heard a grumbling sound. I looked around and I heard it again. "I think we should go," I said. We kept walking and the grumbling only got louder. I was getting frustrated. I swerved around to yell, "All right! Fun is over! Whoever is out there stop screwing with us!"
"Um, Elizabeth," Masky muttered. I turn to him and he says, "I think our culprit is my stomach." I heard it grumble and I laughed. I'm so dumb. I stop laughing and say, "Sounds like you're hungry. Wanna grab a bite to eat?" He nodded and I slipped his arm into mine. We headed out of the park and as we got to the exiting gate Masky suddenly stops. I give him a puzzled look and ask, "What's wrong?" He shifts in his spot and mumbles, "I didn't know we...we had to go out...there." He points to the outside of the park and I feel him shake. I give him a smile and say, "Yeah, but don't worry. I won't let you get hurt, I promise. I won't let anymore guys like the other three hurt us. Come on." I gently tug him forward and he eventually starts walking normally with me. We were barely out of the park and already people stared at us. Mostly him though. I told him to ignore them and to just get to a place to eat. He did as I said and kept walking with me. The more we walked the more I could feel him ease up. We saw a place a few blocks up and headed for it. We walked in and more people stared at us. I could feel Masky turn into jello again but I squeezed his arm to make him pay attention to me and not everyone else.
We sat in a little booth and rested our feet. We were walking for a long time and I'm sure his are sore too. A waitress came and offered us drinks. I asked for coffee and Masky just took a soda. She nods and walks away with a smile. She didn't seem to mind Masky and his appearance, which is good. I sit with him and we talk again. That's when I decide to ask, "So why do wear that mask? Doesn't it get annoying to wear over a period of time?" He shrugs and says, "Well, not anymore really. I've grown quite used to it so really it doesn't bother me."
"Do you ever take it off?" I ask. He shakes his head and says, "No. Only if I'm sleeping or maybe showering but I always wear it for everything else." I nod and ask him another question, "Why do you wear it?" He goes quiet and I knew I might have gone too far. Then he says, "I...I just don't like my look. And nobody else would either so...I hide behind this mask. It's not a bother to me or anyone else so I wear it all of the time. Although sometimes I feel like this mask doesn't help much considering the glares and insults I get sometimes. But I know if I didn't have it on then it would be a whole lot worse. Not even you would want to be around me anymore." I give him a sympathetic look and say, "Looks don't matter. All that does is if you're a good person or not. Appearance may be the first thing to judge but really it comes down to personality. People just don't get it yet. So don't worry. No matter if you're deformed or perfectly fine I'll still find you to be a very nice guy." I couldn't tell whether or not he was smiling but deep down I knew he was. "Thank you Elizabeth," he said. I smiled. "You're welcome," I said.
The waitress came back with our drinks and asked if we wanted to eat now. I just ordered a sandwich. Masky looked at the menu and asked, "Can I have...um, the cheesecake?" The waitress nodded and wrote it down. She left us again and I gave Masky a look. "You're not going to get any food?" I giggled. He looked up at me and said, "But...cheesecake is food." I giggled at his adorableness and said, "Well, kind of. It's dessert."
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Fanfiction[1st installment of the KP Series] Elizabeth always knew she was a special sort. Her family and friends knew too. She's an introvert and feels like a weirdo wherever she goes, even in her own home. But what happens when she encounters a man known to...
