Going All The Way With Mason Blake

Mason Blake: Chapter 22

A: You guys blow me away, just blow me right away! Haha. Anyways I just thought I’d tell you that whenever I’m writing the facial expressions for my characters I feel the urge to do them myself or else I forget the word for them…lmao

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~Alex~

                Once Matt and I are in the car and ready to go I get an itching feeling to just start the engine and drive away so fast the boys would never have the slightest chance in catching up. Of course it’s just a daydream and instead I buckle my seatbelt, tell Matt to do the same, and wait for them to come outside.

                Not even a few minutes later Mason, Will, and Max come strutting outside and head towards the car. I watch in half annoyance, half amusement as Mason gives a death stare to Will, while Will has his fists clenched, and a curious expression on his face regarding Max. Max on the other hand has both hands in his pockets and he’s walking oblivious to the showdown going around him. He seems awfully relaxed and suddenly I’m curious to just how many girls are after him- he seems like the complete package. I mean the looks are there and from what I can tell he’s got the personality to back it up.

                He’s just so chill.

                Suddenly he looks up at me and flashes me a charming smile. Then, as if on cue both Mason and Will turn to glare at him. Max, still oblivious, keeps on smiling at me. I quickly smile back before noticing that Mason’s glaring at me. I don’t even bother to make some sort of facial expression in response. Instead I close my eyes and start praying.

                “And this is why I thank the lord I’m not a teenage girl,” Matt suddenly says making me burst out into laughter.

                “Max, I effing love you. You’re absolutely my favorite,”

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                “Guys! Guys!” I scream trying to get everyone to just shut their mouths.

                “What?” they all scream in unison. I gape at them. Well that only took half a dozen tries and a lot of screaming. Only.

                Matt gives me a sympathetic look as I stare at Max, Mason, and Will.

                “We haven’t even made it out of the driveway. Calm yourselves!” I chirp giving them disapproving looks.

                “How about we all play the quiet game?” Matt suggests looking like he doesn’t want to, but doing it for my sake.

                Damn, this kid is really growing on me.

                “Um Matt, aren’t you a little old for that?” Max asks quirking an eyebrow.

                “Nope. None of us are. It’s a splendid idea!” I answer turning on the radio and blasting it before pulling out of the driveway and following my mom’s Mercedes.

                “I still can’t believe I got owned by a twelve year old, that’s my seat,” Mason, the person who had started the argument, mumbles.

                I give him a dirty look through the rear-view mirror, “Not. A. Word.” I warn.

                So, the quiet game lasts for a good ten minutes- ten minutes of glorious peace. I got to hear Paradise by Coldplay and half of Get Your A$$ Back Home before Mason interrupted the silence. And yes, I know, it would be him.