I opened my eyes, only to see the sun shooting sun rays through the new french doors. The sun made the white coat of paint seem fresh. I threw the sheets off of myself, the sudden cold breeze sent a shiver down my back. My black hair stuck in every direction, my eyes red due to the small amount of sleep I received.
My bare feet felt damp and cold against the dark wood floor, a shiver made it's way up my spine as I made my way to the kitchen. Ethan stood in front of the stove making scrambled eggs, "Hello, Mason." he says politely as he turned around.
I smiled at my blond friend who was now setting up the table for breakfast. I stared at Ethan as he made his way around the table. My green eyes suddenly met with Ethans blue ones. The rim of his icy blue eyes are a dark gray, mysterious and murky.
Ethans eyes quickly skirt mine and he smiles to break the awkwardness. "How'd you sleep?" He asked focusing on setting the table up again. I frowned, I've been trying to stop Ethans habit of talking to me like he's in some kind of meeting with his future manager.
Ethan grew up with very strict parents, there was no laughing, no running, no unnecessary conversations, and no friends over. His childhood was basically taken away, although Ethan doesn't seem to have a problem with the way he grew up, I know he sometimes wishes he grew up like any other ordinary kid.
I stare for a little longer and made my way to the white marble island in the middle of the kitchen. "Don't talk to me like that," I say leaning against the island. "I told you to stop speaking like that."
Ethan turns and smiles at me, I can't help but smile. "I know," He says before walking towards me. "But, I like making you mad." He says walking past me. I envy his personality, he always looks at the positive and denies the negative.
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Ethans P.O.V
The air feels humid outside, I lean against the railing. Mason walks out onto the porch and copies my pose. He dug around in his pocket for a minute before dragging out a fag and lighter. I raised an eyebrow as he lit it and took a long drag. "I thought you quit." I said through my teeth as I crossed my arms. He blew the cloud of smoke into my face causing me to go into a coughing fit and smirked that crooked smile. "What's it to you?"
I shake my head and coughed a bit more before I can answer his question. "I'm worried you'll turn out like your father." He scowled at me and looked out into the yard.
"I'm not like him," He looks at me with those pale green eyes. "So stop comparing me with him." He says a hint of annoyance in his tone.
I understand why he hates his father. He's the man who pushed his wife against the living room walls. The man who shoved his own son in the closet for hours. The reason why Masons mother committed suicide.
After that I don't speak instead, I stare at him as memories flood my mind. I still remember the sweet boy who was always afraid to speak up during class. The little boy who loved playing with dirt on the weekends. Mason raises an eyebrow and looks at me, I quickly snap back to reality. "Welcome back, Ethan." He says smirking.
He takes another long drag, making a cloud of smoke, I stare at the could of smoke as he throws the cigarette on the floor, stomping on it, embers quickly dying under his bare foot. "I'm going to take a shower." He says heading back inside.
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Masons P.O.V
As I walked into my room the sudden coldness of the air sends a shiver up my spine. I quickly changed into denim jeans, black shoes, and a black sweatshirt. I quickly run my fingers through my soaked hair, a couple drops of water making their way down the back of my neck. "Mason!" I lift my head up to see Ethan. "What's up?" I say casually trying to ignore his jumping figure.
"Guess what!"
I sigh but smile. "What?"
"I'm going to audition for a movie!" He yells, his face only centimeters away from mine. I smile and put my hands on his chest, slowly pushing him aside.
"That's great," I say smiling, "when?"
"Next week," He says walking towards the computer desk, "They sent me the script that I'm going to have to act for them." He hands me a packet, I take it and scan the front page. I look up and raise an eyebrow.
"I didn't know you were into romance," I say as a slight shade of pink spreads across his cheeks. "Yeah, well, I thought I'd try something new." He says, the pink fading away.
I scan the script one last time and hand it back to him, "What's the movie called?"
"Hazel," Ethan says looking at me, "I was wondering if you can help me with the script."
"Sure," I say grabbing the script once again, "All of it?" I say raising an eyebrow.
He nods, "even the kissing scenes?"
"Only if you want to..." He says a shade of red forming on his cheeks. I smile and don't hesitate, "If it helps you, I will." I say as his cheeks become a shade darker. I smirk, as he slowly looks up at me.
"Just let me know when we're going to practice." I say walking past him and gently patting his back.
YOU ARE READING
Hazel
Romance'I understand why he hates his father. He's the man who pushed his wife against the living room walls. The man who shoved his own son in the closet for hours. The reason why Masons mother committed suicide.' ...
