surprises

➢ Surprise 23

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Just sneaking an update in here (jokes, I'm more or less plonking it). Anyway, leave a comment and a vote if your feeling generous, a follow as well, but i'll leave that up to you.

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ps: sorry it took me so long to update

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     "It smells like motorbike fumes in here"

     I looked around Masons room, seeing everything I very well imagined. Tangled sheets lay thrown across his bed, a scattered desk with a dozen papers on top, a laptop perched on a rather high pile. There was a leather jacket slung over his chair, and as I looked around, I wouldn't be surprised if the pink thing chucked under his bed was a bra.

     Everything smelt strongly of fumes or liquor, both of which I didn't wish to smell in one's bedroom. Mason walked around my figure standing in the doorway, his cologne wafting past me "Yeah, you'll get used to it."

     "Don't think so. How often do I acquaint your bedroom?" I quizzed, walking into his room and perching myself on the corner of his bed, the wooden bedframe digging into the back of my thighs.

     "Trust me, this will be the first of many" he winked.

     "No, it won't, blockhead" I deadpanned, whacking him in the head as he sat down on the bed beside me. He simply chuckled, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me back toward the middle of his bed, where a hump of bed sheets were in a pile. "You're not much of a clean room supporter, are you?" I grimaced, taking a once over of his room again.

     "You could say that" he mused.

     "Or you could say you couldn't be bothered, because life's too hard." I countered, laughing at the thoughtful look on his face.

     "You could say that too" he nodded. We sat silently for a while, me trying to block out the strong scent that circled around the messy room. "Was there something you needed to tell me?" he asked, looking down at me, a smirk playing on his lips as he quirked an eyebrow.

     Oh, right.

     Remembering that I must of come here for a reason, I squirmed out of his grasp, sitting opposite him, legs crossed. "Right, I came here to. . . to. . ." I paused, trying to remember. "I forgot." I murmured, laughing lightly.

     "Of course you did" he muttered, rolling his eyes at me. "It's okay if you just wanted to be in my presence" he adding, shooting me a lazy grin as he rested his ginormously cocky head against the wall, looking at me perched on the other side.

     I scoffed "Uh huh. Don't get too full of yourself, I have other ways of spending my spare time, like eating." Honestly, I'd rather be in anyone else's company than an arrogant douche, or what seemed like one, anyway. I stood up from the bed, pulling the sleeves of my oversized jumper over my hands and looked up at Mason "Actually, I need to go buy some cat food. Puss can't live on canned tuna forever"

     Yes, Puss in Boots had been living off the tower of spare tuna tins hidden at the back of the bottom cupboard, much to my disagreement -or laziness, you pick- and somehow, I don't think he appreciates a one-course meal. Why the Millers had so many tins of tuna at the back of the cupboard, I won't ask.