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So I guess I've been avoiding updating for awhile due to some of the comments I've been receiving. Multiple of them are referring to Lexa as a "slut" or "whore" for liking both Parker and Mason. I'd like to address that. Has she really put labels on anything? No. She's not hooking up with both of them or anything like that. She's conflicted. These are two good guys and she likes different traits about both of them. It's okay to be confused and she's doing nothing wrong. If you don't like the way I write, don't read it, I'm not forcing you to. She isn't perfect, no one is. I don't enjoy writing a story where all the characters are perfect, that's unrealistic and that just doesn't seem right to me. Please keep your rude comments to yourself please. I would also like to add that most of them are positive, or constructive criticism and for the most of you that comment nice things like that, this is in no way directed towards you. Thank you.
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"It's weird." I nod, "He just keeps showing up everywhere."
Elle nods, "Personally, I'd say ditch my lameass brother and run, but my opinion might be the slightest bit bias."
"I'm just so confused. It's like, I like Mason. A lot. But everything when I'm not thinking clearly, my mind wanders to him..Parker."
Elle scrunches up her nose, "Date Parker then. As long as you don't tell me whatever the hell you do with him."
"I mean it's not like I've done much with anyone." I mutter.
"True." She chuckles lightly, "I think you honestly just need to talk to them."
I sigh. "That's probably a good idea."
My phone then decides to make itself known by blasting the theme song for an old kids show. Honestly, I'm not even sure why that's still my ringtone.
"Oh." I click accept, "It's Mase right now."
Elle smiles at me, "Talk to him." She says, before leaving the room.
"Hey Mason."
"Lexa." He says, sounding almost out of breath.
I raise my eyebrows and run a few fingers through my strands of hair, brushing it behind my ear, "What's wrong?"
"I need you to come over. I don't know what to do." He ends the call.
I frown, glancing down at my phone. That's weird.
Placing it in my pocket, I exit the room to find Elle.
"E?"
"Yeah? I'm in here." I walk out to the small living room, "Mason just said he needed me to come over."
"Cool."
"I think something's wrong."
"Yeah, me too. He's totally whipped."
"I'm serious."
"Me too. Now you go put on your big girl panties and go talk to him."
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