Mason is my child. My bootiful Galaxy Child. Let's talk about her.
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Okay here are some facts about her. Name: Mason Geova (Gee-o-va) Nickname: G.C. (Galaxy Child) Age: 17 Nationality: She has no idea. European and possibly Asian. Height: 5"4' Weight: about 100 pounds, give or take. Personality: She's a spicy boi. Mason seems very nice and polite, but when you get to know her, she's very sarcastic and angsty. She flirts with everything and everyone with a pulse, but never wants an actual relationship. Has probably killed a man. Sparkles in the sun. Fun facts before the lil' story: She does swim team and dance. Her eyeliner is always on fleek. Loves sweet, but doesn't get to eat them that often. Boops peoples' noses. Idk I'll edit it as I come up with more. Learning French and Korean
Yayyyy story. Blue grins when she hears the doorbell ring. She's been anticipating this all week. She rolls off of the couch, before running to the door. When she opens it, she it face to face with her best friend for five years, Pink.
Pink! She exclaims, scooping the girl up for a hug, it's been so long! I know we video chat all the time but it doesn't compare! She breaks away to study her. How is Korea?
Pink smiles, tucking her phone neatly into her pocket, and adjusting the headphones around her neck, it's so pretty, Blue. The people there are so nice, and the group is everything I could have imagined. Blue smiles as she hears this, the conversation reminding her of the first time she heard of Pink's dream. Seeing that it finally came true warms her heart.
Ah! Let me grab your stuff while you prepare for the best two weeks of your life! She grabs the bags and pulls Pink through the door. I'll show you your room so you can unpack. Blue leads the way through her townhouse. Pink is lead to a nicely furnished room, with a letter on the desk. She smiles softly, thanks Blue, and sets to unpacking her medium sized bag.
While unpacking, Pink reflects on how much has changed since she left for Korea two years ago. She had received a job offer at BigHit Entertainment to be a dancer and choreographer. It had been her dream, she reflects. Meeting her favorite Korean bands and dancing with them was amazing. It had chased away all the bad thoughts from her childhood. Blue would video-chat with her every week, and when she had proposed that Pink should come back to visit for two weeks, she couldn't say no. Blue had helped her through hard times during their middle school years. They were two birds of a feather. She sighed as she finished unpacking, shooing away memories. Pink stood up, brushing away red hair so faded it looked pink. She needed to re-dye it soon, but Blue liked it and she liked it when Blue liked it.
A knock at the door startled her.
Piiiiiiiiinnnnkkk Blue whines hurrryyyyyy up
I'm coming, Shut up! She calls playfully, opening the door to reveal Blue holding two Wii remotes.
I have Mario Kart loaded, and my character already selected! She beams, before handing Pink a remote and dashing off. Pink chuckles, before running after Blue and vaulting over the couch to beat her.
Too slow! She teases, quickly studying Blue's selection. Daisy on the Wild Wing. You're using the old one? Mario Kartwii? She picks Peach with the Mach Bike, and selects a random course. Blue grins and hits start.
You're going down, son.
You're not my dad!
And thus began the most intense game of Mario Kart. Blue started out below, but was extremely good at sniping with banana peels. Pink was trying to dodge with limited success, and it almost cost her first place. Finally, in the end, Blue pulled ahead. Pink gritted her teeth, an idea forming. She twisted on the couch, and pressed her ice cold feet into Blue's exposed stomach. Blue cursed and her character swerved, causing Pink to finish in first.
You cheated! Blue pouts, crossing her arms. I don't want to play with a cheater!
You've used that move on me like, 20 times.
That's different. When I do it, I don't need to stun you to win.
Is that a challenge?
A bet. One race, prison yard rules. Blue's eyebrow raises. Loser buys lunch tomorrow.
Bring it. Pink prepares herself and glances to her left. A pillow, perfect. She adjusts the controller and waits for Blue to start. As soon as Blue revs her engine, a pillow hits her in face, followed by a war cry and a tackle. They roll off of the couch and onto the floor. Pink ends up pining Blue momentarily, by Blue has reached for the remote, and Pink isn't going to lose. She throws herself backwards, and grabs the remote, before blocking Blue's view. Blue then does a leap-frog jump over Pink, pulling ahead. Pink pulls her backwards and they laugh together, ignoring the bright light and the Mario game.
*****
Pink stands in front of a Blue at the airport. Blue is smiling through her tears and has her arms wrapped impossibly tight around Pink. Pink clutches at Blue's jacket.
Come back to visit me. And call me every week. Blue chokes out, before letting go.
I'll miss you. Pink says, hugging Blue one last time before boarding her plane.
*****
Blue curls up in a corner, scrubbing at tear-stained cheeks. A "ended call" screen is up on her computer. She sniffs, wiping away tears. Pink has been gone for months now, and Blue wasn't faring well. Seeing Pink so happy.. without her.. was not helping how lonely and detached she felt. School was bland. Swimming was bland. Life was just a cycle. They could only call in the early morning and late night due to time-zones. She was trying to stay up and chat, and falling behind on school work. Everything was just broken, hopeless, boring. She hears a knock on her door, and quickly wipes away tears, forcing a smile. She goes up to answer the door.
*****
When Blu-Pink? Purple. woke up, she was aware of two things. First of all, she was crying. Second of all, she was losing Mario Kart. Or was she winning? It was hard to tell. She was dimly aware of two sets of memories in her head, but she could sort that out later. She paused the game, and wandered around Blue's.. her... townhouse. She finds herself in a bathroom, looking in the mirror. Her hair was dyed purple with a pink curl, and swept over multicolored eyes. She was wearing a jacket with Blue, Pink, and Purple stripes covering a galaxy shirt. She remembers Pink owning a pair of sweatpants similar to it. She wasn't wearing the sweatpants, she noted, but instead she was wearing faded jeans and combat boots. In her personal opinion, she looked kick-a**. Now, the only thing she couldn't remember was a name. Mason. MasonGeova.
