Recap:
"Ugh, that is why I left. Good bye mother. Bye Chancler."I hung up as my mother was about to say something. UGH, Life. How did they expect me to marry someone I did't love, let alone someone I didn't know. UGHHHHHHH parents. Someone knocked on my door and I atomatically thought it was Ashley.
"Come in." I called out.
"Hey Wifey." Mason greeted me as he came through the door with numerous suite cases
Chapter 3; Story start
"What are thoes?" I asked pointing to the luggage.
"Well they are my things silly. What else would they be?" He rolled his eyes as if I had asked the stupiest question.
"Ok, well what are you doing with them here?" I asked more specifacally.
"I'm putting them up. Why would I have them with me for another reason?" GAH!!!!! No, He cannt live here.
"No, you can't live here!" I screamed at him. *another knock at the door*
"If your name is Ashley, you can come in." Ashley came through the door with Matt, whom of wich had a broken nose and ablack eye.
"What is he doing here?" Matt asked.
"He is about to leave." I answered and Mason shook his head.
"I live here now."
"No he doesn't.""Yes I do."NO HE DOESN'T" I shouted turning to face him directly.
"How Insensative Wifey, How could you think your fiancee wouldn't be living with you? Silly girl." He shook his head.
"I'm NOT your fiancee, you NOT living with me, and you do NOT talk to me like that!" I stomped off to my room not knowing what else to do.
"Wait, You're her fiancee, I didn't even know she was dating again." I heard Ashley ask confused.
"Well, It's a little more complicated than that." Mason answered her.
"Sorry about the black eye dude, but when random people pounce on me I go into self defence mode." He applogized to Matt.
"Whatever." Matt mumbled. God, he was going to make me lose my only two friends.Stupid Manson, Stupid parents.
"You are not living with me!" I yelled at the door.
"Yes I am." He called back. I opened the door and Ashley looked at me like I was crazy.
"He is NOT my fiancee." I said to her....actually directing that to him.
"God woman, do you not understand that we have no choice. Do you think I would be doing this if I didn't HAVE to." I glared at him.
"Get over yourself. You the one that isn't good enough for me. That is why your parents bought me, DUH!" Ashley smacked him in between the eyes.
"Could'a had a V-8!" She shouted at him. I laughed.
"Where do you want this?" Carter asked as he came through the door with more of Mason's Luggage.
"Back at his house." I ansewred and he looked at me puzzled.
"Wait. I forgot that Della lived here! Dude! You cannot marry Dells!" He yelled. I looked at him supprised. What did he care? He is the one who broke up with me!
"What are you talking about!? You know better than I do who this all happend. You were the one who my parents made tell me!"
"GAH! Just shut up!" I screamed at the two. They looked at me and were silent.
"Ashley and Matt...You two go home....Carter, You go home and I'll call you after work, Mason, You are going to stay here and talk to me." I finished and everyone scurried off doing as I ordered. The door closed behind Carter when he lefted and I sat down on the couch and took a deep breath.
"Why do you need to stay here?" I whisper-yelled at him..
"Because, 1. We are getting married, we need to get used to each other, 2. I need a place to stay because my house is being forclosed apon because my stupid landlord didn't pay the morgage." He said softly matching my whisper.
"But why can't you live with one of your friends?" I asked a little louder.
"Because, I want to live here with you. I'm going to marry you, we need to get used to it." He answered matching my volume and tone.
"Fine, but you have to pay half the rent. It 1250 for half. I need that by the end of the month. In adition you will leave me alone and since my rooms are full of junk at the moment then you will be sleeping in here on the floor. Trust me you would rather have the floor than the couch. You will not bother me and you will not step foot in my room, You will take care of Jaycee When I'm not here. Understand?" He nodded.
"I'm gonna go get reay for work because i'm taking a double shift today, don't open the door for anyone!" I walked into my room and stripped out of my clothes while the shower was running to get warm. I sat in the steam for a minute before I slid the door of the tub to the side and got in. You guys know how to take a shower, so I'm not gonna say..I leathered my hair then rinse and repeat..haha.
When I got out I wipped the fogg from the mirror and brushed my hair. I was going to need to straighten it.
I pulled some clothes out of my dresser without looking and put them on. I looked at myself in the morrior admiring my nicely shaped body. I had put on Purple skinny jeans and a red top, and yes, I'm aware that doesn't sound like it matched, but it did.
I didn't have enough ime to straighten my hair so I just pulled it back into a pony tail.
"Bye!" I yelled as I went out the door to the garage and into my car. I placed my bag that I had taken from the chair in the dining room on the passengers seat and looked into the back seat to make sure I had my black shirt. I would have to change into it before i went inside because my shirt really didn't match....So I admit you guys were right. Well anyways, as I turned around to see if my shirt was there I saw Mason and Jaycee right there. Just sitting in the back seat of my car.
"Um, Can you get out so I can get to work now?' I asked rather rudley.
"No, I want to go to the spectrum and I'll just go home when you get off of work." i huffed a breath out. I really didn't have time to argue. I put the car in recrse and bcked out as the door as rising. I had a little truck so I had to stop and wait for the cab to be able to fit out the door. It took me 15 mintues to get over to the spectrum. I parked in the parking garage and ran as fast as I could to Hot Topic.
"Don't Forget Jaycee In the car!" I yelled back while he was still within earshot.
"I won't" He yelled back.
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