I Checked Out the Badboy's Boxers

(27) Sweet Dreams

I wake up sprawled across the guest room bed with a heavy arm slung across my waist.

I turn towards a sleeping Mason and silently ponder the difficulty level of moving his arm so I can get to the bathroom.

Quickly, I slowly attempt to slide out from underneath. Almost there, I quickly glance at his face. Still asleep.

Suddenly his eyes snap open, and he looks at me, his bottom lip tugging upwards into a smile, "Morning Lex."

"I have to pee." I announce.

He releases his arm, and I slide off of the bed and walk to the bathroom.

After brushing my teeth, relieving myself, and running a brush through my hair, I head out back into the small room.

"You took awhile." Mason says, suddenly behind me.

I shrug.

"Does this freak you out?" He gently pushes the door closed and moves even closer to me.

I shake my head, and step back towards the door. 

He moves closer again, "I can do way better than your other guy."

"He's not even mine anymore. Mase, he lives all the way across the country. I haven't even talked to him."

"But you think about him?"

"Sometimes, yeah I guess."

He places both hands next to my head, pressing his knuckles against the wall, "Do you think about me more?"

I bite my lip.

He leans closer and I can feel his cool breath on my chin, "Whatever you've done with him..I'm better."

I laugh and slip out from underneath his arms, "You wish you were."

-

[INTERVIEWER] Tell me more about your family life, please.

[SUSPECT] I was born the oldest in my family, I have a stepbrother a few years younger than I, as well as a baby sister. I didn't live with them, I lived with my dad. He sent me to live with them after he found out about the unexpected, er, situation.

[INTERVIEWER] Pardon me if I am wrong, but did you not say yesterday that you were kicked out by your mother?

[SUSPECT] Oh, yeah. Uh, I was kicked out by my mom.

[INTERVIEWER] Anything you say and do not say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

[SUSPECT] It was my mothe- fuck would you stop looking at me like that? It's freaky. Like you're staring into my soul or some shit.

[INTERVIEWER] Please keep control of your language, mister.

[SUSPECT] Fine, fine.

[INTERVIEWER] Now you have one more chance to tell me the truth, whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

[SUSPECT] I, I never knew my mother. I was born from him and one of his sluts and lived with my dad after she left him. He moved on, to another woman, started liking her kids more. I've never met her, nor my mother. After he had a kid with her, he moved on, the same way the first woman did with him. It's a stupid fucking cycle and I got sucked into it. I told myself, I wouldn't let anything happen, but it did. She was fifteen. I was sixteen. After she came to my doorstep, shivering and afraid, it dawned on me, the things that can happen, when two people play at a immature attempt at love. I told her I didn't want anything to do with it, that it was her fault. It wasn't. It was just as much my own, yet I don't regret it. Is that bad? Am I damned to hell because of that? I don't believe in God. In this world of pain and suffering, I have no one to restore my faith in love, hope, and a stupid fucking happy ever after. I'm sorry. I thought I could go on, but I can't. We're done for the day.

[INTERVIEWER] Thank you for your honesty. Just one more question for today, and we will resume later.

[SUSPECT] Get on with it already.

[INTERVIEWER] Have you any contact with this girl since then?

[SUSPECT] No, and I've made sure of it. I started training, gained muscle, got a different haircut, and of course puberty and all. She wouldn't recognize me even if she did see me. And I'm sure she's not the pale, flat chested fifteen year old she was at the time either.

[INTERVIEWER] Thank you for your time.

-

Two hours later, I still haven't moved much from the bed.

It's too comfortable. Also, I'm lazy.

Mason doesn't seem to mind too much, with my side pressed against his and his head in the crook of my neck.

"Lex." He murmurs my name.

I lazily look over at him, "What?"

"Be my girlfriend."

I look at him again, and push myself into a sitting position, "What?"

"I haven't actually had a long lasting relationship before. I messed around with girls. I used them and I'm sure they used me. But that changed when I met you. I changed. And I know it's wrong to change for other people, but I didn't do that. Because of you, I changed for myself. I wake up every morning happy now. I think about you, a lot. More than a lot. And I know this sounds pathetic and desperate as fuck, but I want it to be official. I want you. For me, not just for casual kisses and texting. I want to take you out on a real date, and I want to give you and Elle money to go get your nails done nice and pretty so you feel as confident as you should be, and I want to hold your hand in public and make everyone jealous, I just want you, Lexa." He laughs awkwardly, "I think that was actually the most random and weirdest thing I've ever said."

I watch him, his blue eyes lit up with laughter and his body quaking ever so slightly from the abundance of emotion being expressed from his body.

I look at him and he looks at me.

My lips part, "Yes."

AUTHORS NOTE
people are getting closer and closer to guessing the suspect. as more and more clues are revealed, I look forward to seeing more of your guesses.

QUESTION
Thoughts on Mason and Lexa making it official? (I'm FANGIRLING a bit myself)