Old Love Dies Hard (spinoff of life happens)

Chapter III - A Carnival. That's Perfect

On our way back home we play the radio again

"We are never ever ever getting back together" I start singing with Taylor swift
"Weee are never ever ever getting back together" Mason says, mocking a fake girly voice and I laugh out loud

We reach home and I thank him when I get out of the car

"Mason" I say as he is heading to his place "thank you for today. It was the best day I've had in a while"

"You're welcome" he says

"So friends?" He brings his hand forward for me to shake
"Friends" I reply and hesitate before placing my hand in his warm and soft one, shaking it and then we go to our respective places.

I step inside and am welcomed by the sound of my aunt coughing.

I don't think aunt is getting better any time soon so she could take me somewhere, but I don't mind.
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Every once in a while I take a good look at myself, just to see if I've grown some new pimples or if I've become prettier. (Still a firm believer in the little thing we call 'hope')

I have brown eyes, black hair that end just a little above my waist, a fat nose and obviously I am brown.
If I haven't mentioned that before.

Then comes the worst part of my face: my brown-ish lips.
Why did God decide to give me such lips?
All in all, I bear a clear resemblance to my mother, everyone says that.
I am still in my pajamas that have pizza, tacos and fries drawn over them, making me hungry.

I open my laptop and text my sister to recieve my call on Skype.

"Hey fat nose!" she greets me

"Shut up" I say and roll my eyes

"So how's it going?" she asks

"It's going great. America is amazing. I went to Disneyland yesterday" I tease her

"What?" she says, her eyes widen and her jaw drops.
Yes! The plan works!

"Disneyland?"

"Your jaw is going to drop any moment" I smirk

"But that's DISNEYLAND. You're so lucky" she gives me her puppy dog eyes

My sister is very attractive too, she has a better nose than mine and long curly hair.
She also has a dimple on her right cheek.

"Hey but isn't your aunt sick? Mom told me" her face looks like she is hoping that I didn't go and am bluffing.

"I did go" I say, confirming her thoughts

"Oh!" She says, her eyes sad

"Who did you go with?" And before I can answer my bedroom door bursts open and in comes Mason and plops on my bed.
My sister looks at me, shocked.

"With him" I say pointing my finger towards Mason

"And since when did we become so frank?" I ask Mason

"Since we became friends" he shrugs and then looks towards the screen.
Is it just me or does he get frank really soon?
Yeah, it's probably just me and the safety walls I've built around myself

"Hey you must be Fatima" he says looking at my sister "Amelia told me a lot about you. Nice to see you" he waves at her

"That's very thoughtful of amelia" she says emphasizing my name.

"Yes. Yes it is very thoughtful of me. Now bye" I quickly say.
Nope. Not gonna let Fatima destroy this chance for me.

"Bye fat-" she starts and I shut my laptop before she can call me fat nose

Such is the deal with my sister, that even though our age gap is 10 years I can talk to her about anything and in many ways she is much mature than I was when I was her age and she understands me like nobody does.

"And you mister" I say, looking at Mason "are not allowed to barge in my room like that. I could be changing my clothes for all you know"

"Then you should lock your door" he shrugs again

"And what if I don't want to? It's my room after all" I raise my brows

"Then I'd pop my eyeballs out and give them to you. If I see anything that is." He hurriedly adds and I chuckle

"Anyway everybody is waiting for you downstairs. Your aunt is making pancakes" he rubs the back of his neck.

My mouth waters on the mention of pancakes.
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I change my clothes, I wear white pants and a denim shirt with white flats and throw my hair into a 'perfect' messy bun.

I go downstairs and sit down on a chair across from Mason.

"So where are you guys going today?" My aunt asks

"I have to bother him again?" I refer to Mason even though I know the answer perfectly well.

"Yes. That's why he's here" she pours some milk in her glass.

"Fine. So where are we going?" I look towards Mason.

"How about we go to the carnival tonight?" He asks

A carnival. That's perfect.

"That sounds perfect. I've never been to one" I jump in my seat excitedly.

"Never?"

"Never"

"What should I wear?" I ask no one in particular.
Or maybe I'm asking myself

"That's fine" Mason says, pointing his fork towards my outfit.

Why is he noticing your outfit?

The voice at the back of my head says, this voice can be really freaking annoying sometimes.

He's noticing them because you're sitting right across from him

I reply to the annoying voice. Hopefully I didn't say that out loud though the look that my grandmother just gave me makes me think that I did say that out loud.

"Great then" I say and grab my bag, before telling everyone that I am going to the nearby park.

I don't understand why my family treats me like a kid.
I mean that's exactly the reason why I had to go to Disneyland with Mason yesterday.
They don't want me to be alone like someone would kidnap me, anyone who would dare to, would return me themselves without any ransom.
That, or maybe the fact that I can't drive here.

I go to the park and see a girl and her mother sitting on the bench where I usually sit.
She is a kid, maybe 7 or 8.
She looks a lot like Mason and I think that she might be his sister, after all this is a small neighborhood.

I go and sit on the bench and then the girl's mom looks at me
"Hey aren't you Amelia?" She asks

"Yeah" I smile gently at the graceful woman.
She is very pretty. "Do I know you?" I add

"I'm Mason's mother" she says smiling.

Am I turning into a clairvoyant or something?

"Oh hello Mrs. Rogers" I smile again

"Oh no darling call me Christina" she waves her hand.

"Okay Mrs--Christina"

His sister is staring at me and I look at her and smile.

"And you must be Mason's sister" I say and tickle her tummy lightly

"Yeah, my name is Brie" she smiles a broken-tooth smile.

"Hey Brie. Mason tells me a lot about you" I shake her little hand

"Really? He told me a lot about you too and he was right, you are really pretty" she chuckles again

Mason told his sister I was pretty. That's weird.

"Why, thank you" I chuckle, a little embarrassed

Why would he call me beautiful? Well I'm not gonna say he's wrong. But why?