Stay the Night

.Three

3

By the time I was meant to wake up comfortably in my own bed in my very familiar stable and upright house, I had just managed to find the surface of the bed. It took hours to neatly fold and arrange all the clothes that seemed to have been collected over a timespan of his entire childhood. No joke. There were questionably small sizes of clothing thrown in with the mess. 

It was ridiculous and don't even get me started on his bathroom.

I didn't even bother with trying to get the door fully open, just accepting the fact that this bathroom was inhumane.

Heath was a complete and utter pig when it came to organisation. A skill I tried to teach him to avail. It was useless, like speaking to a tree. 

Heath was the spitting image of Mason, yet with darker and shorter hair. Baby blue eyes and with one dimple. It was his signature aspect. The damn smirk. He could cure cancer if the cells only understood his charm. He was also Mason's role model. Aka the person who taught Mason to be an absolute man-pig when it came to the ladies. 

Even though Heath saw women as objects that looked better in his bed... and naked he knew when to tone down his ways and actually understand the certain possible outcomes and effects his affairs could have on himself and others. He was smart. Managing to top his graduating class and being accepted into a prestige university two years ago. Though I always had suspicions that he charmed the female teachers, not that he would have had to do much. One smile was enough to receive straight A's for a year. 

Mason on the other hand didn't end up being the brightest out of the two. Not because he was naturally dumb but because he was lazy and didn't seem to care about anyone but himself. He barely managed to scrape some B's last year. Let's just say his parents weren't the happiest people when that report card came home. He has the potential to shine brighter than Heath's legendary shadow but he refuses to try.

Heath used to maintain Mason's grades, constantly shutting down his one night stands and forcing him to study. It was doing wonders for his grades and their relationship but ever since Heath decided to move in on campus it all went downhill. 

I remember when Heath mentioned leaving home, it was devastating. He had always been my rock from a young age and during the hard times when I became older. I always saw him as an older brother, as I unfortunately didn't have any other siblings. Though he compromised by promising to visit every holiday which he kept to. 

I just wished Mason had gained Heath's brains and personality then maybe everything would have been different. 

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The coolness of the sweet orange juice seemed to waken myself just a smidgen. But definitely not enough to withstand the presence of a radiating Mason. Our moods significantly contrasting. 

"Well would you looky here, it seems Evie has survived another questionable night with me" he spectated, obvious to my discomfort of him.

I sighed, this week was not one of the best as I kept repeating to myself. "It's Evelyn and don't speak to me. I need coffee before interacting with you on an intellectual level, if you even know how to."

"Ouch. Someone seems to be a bit cranky. Didn't you get enough sleep?" his eyes sparkled as he gave me his irritating smirk. The damn son of a gun knew I was up all night cleaning! And didn't even offer me a new bed to sleep in.

"You asshol-"

"Good morning honey, morning Mason" my overly awake mother entered. Her image from last night totally transformed. You could see she definitely took a well needed shower and got some well deserved sleep. If only I was as lucky. 

I on the other hand probably looked like I came back from surviving a year in the woods.

"Mason honey, can you drive Evie to school? Her car is still in the garage, thank goodness it wasn't attached to the house. But we don't want to risk it. So we'll just wait a bit before we open up anything" my mother asked, while staring out the windows. 

"Sure no problem, just after she gets cleaned up. She looks like she was in a tornado" he commented, even signalling to his hair exaggerating that I somehow had a deranged afro. 

The jerk. I knew I didn't look my best. He did this to stir me. 

"Jerk" I muttered under my breath, purposely for his ears.

He raised his eyebrow, challenging me with my mother still in the room, "Naw sweety, what was that?"

"I said, great!" narrowing my eyes at him all the while leaving the room. I strolled to the closet bathroom I could find in an attempt to waken myself more...and to make sure my hair really didn't look like a birds nest. 

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"Damn it, I don't have any clothes" I muttered, tying the towel securely around my body as I tried to open the door with wet hands my hair clinging onto the side of face. Not the smartest move but I was too stubborn to wipe my hands dry and try again. It was one of those moments when you bring in all the grocery bags in at once, instead of making multiple trips then trying to hide the obvious struggle in front of your mum. I'd be damned if I admitted defeat. 

The fog in the room was hindering my ability to see, slowly melting me, the steam too hot as I continued to jiggle the door open.

The next thing I knew I felt cold air hit my face as gravity seemed to pull me to the ground. I was flying out of the bathroom and straight onto even colder floor tiles unexpectedly. I didn't realise I had already unlocked the door before slamming into it in anger. 

Wincing, I felt the pain in my palms as I tried to lift myself up, groaning in frustration. This was sure going to hinder my ability to do school work today. 

"I knew the house collapsing thing was all just an excuse to get into my room."

My eyes flew straight to the source of noise, our gaze connecting as my mouth gaped open. I don't think I even breathed in once. The shock was too much. 

The fog had clouded my vision enabling me see that there were in fact two doors of the bathroom and with my luck I had to have opened the door that connected to his room. Now here I was basically naked on his floor. The towel barely reaching my thighs. Right in front of Mason Key.

Just effing perfect.