The Nerdy Ballerina

Sleepover!

Harry Styles, just because. Deal with it.

After we drop Wes off, I drive to my house. We get out of the truck, and I take Mason inside. "Mom, we're home!" I yell. "We're?" she yells back, coming into the room. "Oh, it's just Mason. How are you? What happened to your face?" my mom says, walking over and hugging Mason. "Hi Ms. Barrett." Mason says, hugging her back. "Wes HAPPENED to his face. He got jealous and punched him! I told you he wasn't nice! I say as I walk to get an ice pack. I press it to his cheekbone, and he winces. "Sorry," I mutter. "I'll have to have a talk with his mother! Well, you two have fun. Are you staying the night, Mason?" mom says, already calling Mason's mom. "If it's not too much trouble." Mason replies. We trudge up the stairs to my room, sitting on my bed. "Hopefully this heals before the competition." Mason says, holding the ice pack to his eye. "It should, but don't worry about that, you ding dong." I say, grabbing pajamas from closet. Mason spends the night so often that he has pajamas, a toothbrush, deodorant, and school clothes here. I throw him a pair of pajamas and grab a pair of running shorts and a camisole for myself. We change, then I snuggle against him on my bed. "His birthday is next week, May." I say, remembering his birthday. "Yeah. Another ice cream party?" Mason asks, and I laugh. "Yeah. Thank you, Mason. For being here for me, through everything." I say, tears sliding down my cheeks. "I'll always be here for you, Lia. Always." I hear Mason say as I drift off to sleep.