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thirty one

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"What's cooking, good looking?"

"Hey, stranger," I smiled happily up at Mason as he stepped into my bedroom.

I pat down on my duvet, motioning for him to sit next to me. He shut my bedroom door before padding over to my bed, sitting cross-legged on the space opposite from me.

I had called Mason over so we could study and also to help me choose my top internships.

He looked nice and preppy today in a white Ralph Lauren t-shirt, dark blue shorts, and my favorite tan Sperry's. I approved of his outfit today, something that I knew Harry would surely never wear.

"According to my mother, you look like my future husband." I gestured to his outfit. "My mom would faint of happiness if I brought you home looking like that for Thanksgiving. She's an absolute sucker for the preppy look."

"Too bad your mom already hates me," Mason laughed. "Remember when she caught us smoking weed in your old dorm room? Yeah, real classy."

"Oh god," I buried my face on Mason's knee. "She wouldn't talk to me for two weeks after that."

"I think it's safe to say that I would not be the best candidate to go home to San Diego with you for Thanksgiving," Mason cheekily laughed. "I'm flying out Philadelphia to see James and our family during Thanksgiving, anyway."

James was Mason's twin brother, an exact replica of Mason but somehow, more handsomer and more laid back than Mason. James and Mason were very close, except James went to college in Philadelphia, where the rest of Mason's family lived, so he never saw much of his twin except on special events or holidays.

I hummed. "Give James a big hug for me."

"Of course," Mason reached for the pile of internship brochures, quietly flipping through them. "Who gave you these?"

"Mr. Reynolds."

"Hmm," Mason hummed, scanning the thick pages. "What's been going on in the bustling life of Addison Montgomery?"

I shrugged lamely. "Nothing interesting. The usual, you know. Just trying to wrap up my schoolwork before I figure out what I'm doing for Thanksgiving."

"Nothing interesting?" Mason paused his reading to curiously look up at me, his Prince- Charming face looking over at me skeptically.

"Nope," I played with the ends of my hair.

"What's up with Harry?" He proposed.

"What do you mean?"

Mason's floppy brown hair fell over his forehead as he bent his head to read a brochure, blocking my ability to look into his eyes. "I was going to hang out with you guys on Friday, but Aria said that you guys were at Harry's concert. Just assumed that you and Harry were still talking."

"Um." I tightly pursed my lips together, remembering him eating me out on stage after his concert. My throat went tight. "Yeah, we're still talking."

"You're shitting me," Mason picked up his head to stare at me with a shocked disbelief. "You? Talking to a guy for what, a month? No way in hell."

"Very funny." I harshly rolled my eyes.

"You must really like him." His hazel green eyes looked at me with excitement but also unsettling confusion.