Prodoigy

Chapter 3

I couldn't sleep that night. For the first time in over half a decade I had the urge to write again and it bothered me like an itch in my brain. I don't want to write. I can't write. I will not write. But I want to, somehow. His confusion was eating me alive and tearing me up from the inside out. I hadn't felt like this since the ending of high Tides. Since I lost all creativity. Since I'd become a has-been.
Mason...
Mason had sparked a nerve in me that I had hoped I had gotten rid of forever. He had opened what everyone had called my third eye, something I never wanted to open again. I tried to close my eyes and drift off to sleep. But my hands twitched, and I felt like I needed to write. I shivered and shut my eyes tight, silently praying that the next day would be easier than tonight had been.
The next morning I felt something stabbing me and two recognizable voices wafting above me. "Stop it, Tim. She looks exhausted," I recognized the first as Mason. I was touched at how sweet he was being. I snuggled deeper into my blanket. "See? She's so tired. Leave her be." He kept his voice gentle and soft.
"Come on, this is fun." Tim's voice whined. "Besides, this is her punishment."
"Punishment?" he3 asked, with a tsk in his voice. "She didn't do anything."
"She's sleeping on the last day before classes" Tim told Mason. "That's a punishable offence."
"Come on, leave her be.' He said more forcefully.
"Tim, Mason's right." Gabby's voice wafted through the air. "We'll just wait for her. That won't take too long, right?" Not if I could help it. If she asked one more question about high tides, I'd have a panic attack. I couldn't take it, but I couldn't sleep forever either. What was I going to do?
"Why don't you two go ahead?" Mason's voice asked. "I'll wait for her to wake up, and then I'll hang out with her, okay?"
"Ooh, somebody's got a crush." Gabby cooed.
I nearly flushed crimson. Was that why I was up all night? Did love give me inspiration? Was that why the urge to write returned. All these questions would run me ragged one day, but I n the moment, I didn't care. I enjoyed this gentle rush, somehow, for some reason. I doubt the reason was love, though. I'm sure there was another reason. Another reason had to be there. I heard mason mutter "Just get out of here, you two." I heard the two leave, and then I felt a hand run through my hair. "Meg, I know you're awake." I could hear him smile. I opened my eyes, giving him a small smile.
"You didn't have to do that, Mason." I told him, facing him.
"Ah, but I did, my lady." Mason grinned. I sat up and cracked out a smile for him. "I like to help people. Besides, I get how gabby can...get on your nerves. She's gotten on mine plenty of times from talking about sensitive topics. She's just a bit...excitable. Now he got me curious. Was he only compassionate to me because of that reason? I suddenly realized that there may be more to Mason than it appeared earlier. Maybe it wouldn't kill me to ask.
No. That would be like becoming Gabby. Instead I breathed in and asked "So, what's your big, huge plan for today?"
"I was thinking we could go to the café.' Mason told me as I sat up. "Get you to try the campus-famous white hot chocolate. It's got caramel sauce."
I chuckled. "White hot chocolate? I didn't think there was such a thing?"
"Maybe I'm just lying to hang out with you." Mason joked.
I rolled my eyes. "I'd come either way, you know. Just let me get dressed, and I'll meet you outside."
"You've got it Megs." Mason smiled, gave me a playful finger gun, then left. I went over to get dressed, pulling on a green turtleneck style dress and tights. I looked over at my desk, the note book was on my desk. I shook my head at it, displeased with it. That thing was making me fell restless and relentless. Perhaps being friends with Mason could be a possible cure. I hoped so, and even if it wasn't I cure, I still hoped Mason and I could be friends. I mean, it's not like Mason and I were that different in the long run. He'd obviously understood my struggles and issues on some level. That made me irretrievably happy somehow. Perhaps it was just him that made me so happy. I knew one thing for certain, and that was it was nice to have someone being kind to me because of me. Having someone who wasn't pushy, and didn't know my name or who I was before we met and didn't read Tween Beat in the 2000's (I mean, I assumed), that was truly the dream for me. I finally put on my boots and opened the door. Mason smiled when I came out. "You look great." He said, offering me his arm.
"Thanks." I squeaked. I moved some of my auburn hair out of my face, and linked arms with him. "So, Mace? U m, can I call you that?"
"Course. I call you Megs, after all." Mason grinned. His smile was pure, and it proved to be extremely infectious."
I smiled softly. "Good to know. So, you said something about this white hot chocolate having caramel sauce?"