Hi NicAthena! Here's my entry!
Mason Aspen's POV
I am in love with Julienne. No doubt.
Her beautiful frame and brown hair turns me on.
How could I spend a single minute not next to her? But now I'm leaving for forever. I would miss the way she blushes when I touch her, pants after I press my lips onto hers and most of all, the way my name comes out of those thin lips.
I've thought about it ever since she was at the hospital. That day was the day I was sure that I didn't want to break off the engagement any longer.
Thing is, I'm not 100% sure if she loves me the way I love her.
Does she still want to break off the deal?
Is she doing this all for money and nothing else?
How could I be so sure if she's not scared of me?
I just make out with other girls sometimes because I want to be sure if she really loves me. All of those have been tests to support my desicion. If she loves me, then I'll bring her along. If otherwise, I'll leave without thinking twice.
The reason why I'm going away is because I need to change. I can't have a reputation as bad boy anymore. It hurts. I'm just lending a hand to Mason, but it's becoming too much for me, Julian, to bare. I can't always purposely flunk just for the sake of Mason. I can't ride that motorbike all the time, because honestly, the Death trap freaks me out sometimes.
I don't want Julienne to love me for the wrong reason! I need to tell her that I'm smart, Eco-friendly, and if I hadn't met Mason or her, I'd be a man-virgin!
The guy you think I am, is not me. That's Mason the bad boy. I'm a good person and I'm just putting on that cover because I promised my late friend.
It's just that my heart, my brain, my everything is being changed by everything about Julienne.
To be honest, I am terrified if Julienne walks out on me because she thought I had lied. How about, I don't know, dumping me for being a cat lover who wears knitted sweaters?
It's just the power of the what if's and the maybe she'lls.
It's like I've been cast upon the Leslie curse.
When I leave for London, I'm going to study at Oxford and be a smart and polite gentleman. I'll swear off leather jackets and all that costume. I'll take off the make-up and show my true colors. If she loves me, then she'll accept me.
When I grow up I won't be a stripper. I'll be a teacher or a doctor.
Julienne and I will live in a comfortable little cottage on a hill and have kids.
I love kids.
We'll go to the park and have picnics.
Scold them for making the wrong choices
We'll cry when our kids graduate
Live alone and have family night with no kids together
When I get old! she'll buy me my first dentures and wheelchair.
Then we'll be buried on the same spot.
That's my real plan. I'm the total opposite of her perception of me. But one thing will never change, I love her.
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Mason Aspen's POV 2
When that van hit my expensive car, I was mentally praying under my breath. I'm Christian okay?
We were about to talk and that would be my moment of truth.
To take or leave her.
I couldn't hear what she was murmuring because my temporal lobe was pierced by a chunk of glass. The worst part was that she was crying and in pain. God, I can't stand to see her like that.
The ambulance arrived and we were rushed to the hospital.
Our friends were waiting outside our door.
I stayed in bed for a few hours
I was dying deep inside my heart. I prayed because that was the only thing my heart, my brain, and my body could do.
I watched basketball
Football
Tennis
Nemo, to remind me of those days I had with Julienne
But nothing worked.
The glass was removed from my body. Julienne was still being operates on when I could leave.
My mom picked me up and we left.
She treated me for ice cream but then I couldn't eat.
All I could think of was Julienne.
She's been there for about a week now.
Then my iPhone rang.
Hospital
"Mr. Mason Aspen?"
"Yes?"
"Julienne Leslie has died."
"What! WHAT!" I burst into tears and threw my phone to the floor making it crash and shatter into pieces.
My mom rushed from the cashier to our booth. People were looking at me. Evey walked in the door and posted pictures of me online. She laughed and hurt me.
This was he revenge maybe.
But all I cared was that my life was over.
I guess God had other plans for the only person I really love. And she died without me knowing if she loved me back.
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