surprises

➢ Surprise 25

not sure if i'm entirely happy with the whole chapter so let me know if you like it or not :)

nothing much to say, except enjoy

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     Lifting my arm up, I fumbled around in the dark for my lamp. Finding the switch and clicking it on, the dim light set a soft glow on the room. Peering around the small corner to my door, my face scrunched up in  confusion.

     "Mason, why the fuck are you in my room at eleven thirty at night?"

     His shadowy figure loomed in the corner of my room, eyes wide, and an equally as confused look graced upon his features.  I raised an unamused eyebrow at him. A small part of me was annoyed at him for disappearing so suddenly. Even though the rest of the Millers acted as though it wasn't a surprise, it didn't stop me from worrying.

     "Umm" he mumbled quietly. By the way he was looking around, anyone would think he was intoxicated.

     "Are you drunk?" I asked, curiosity seeping through my voice.

     "Sure" he hiccuped. Suspicions confirmed. Letting out a melancholy sigh, I flung the bed sheets off my lower body, trodding over to my door, I gripped onto his arm, pulling my door open with the other, and dragged him outside, towards his own bedroom. "You're cutting the-" hiccup "blood circulation in my arm" he finished. I loosened my grip slightly.

     I rolled my eyes. Honestly, I wasn't in the mood for a drunk anybody, especially Mason. he was probably going to get drunk on Saturday night anyway. Idiot. We reached his door and I twisted the knob open, dragging his body inside. My hand didn't even make it three quarters of the way around his arm, probably because my hands were small, and his arms were muscle. "There. Now just stay in your own room, will you?" I muttered, cursing silently under my breath.

     "I win all the time, you know." he stated, just as I was about to open the door. I let out a low hum, noting that I'd heard him. I heard low mutters from the bed, the rustling of material and a low sigh. "Even you."

     My eyebrows knotted together. Serious issues this ones got. When I'm tired, I can get snappy sometimes. Which means, I'm by no means up for any kinds of conversation. "Fuck off, Miller" And with that, I swung the door open, and walked out, managing to hit my shoulder in the process. Grumbling, I continued walking.

     I would of made it all the way if a hand hadn't taken hold of my arm in a vice-like grip, spinning me around. Frowning I looked up at Mason who was staring intently at me, dark chocolate pools looming dangerously closer to mine.

     "Mas--"

     Suddenly his lips were crashed onto mine, moving feverishly against them. All attempts at forming coherent sentences in my mind failed, as his fingers tugged on the loose strands of my hair, my own hands moving up to his shirt, grabbing onto the material. Our mouths moved together, tongues fighting for dominance, as he wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling our bodies impossibly closer.

     I had no idea how long we were standing in the darkness of the hallway, however my eyes suddenly popped open, pulling away and catching my breath. As if as a reflex, I immediately backed away from Mason, shaking my head and ignoring the tingling feeling left on my lips. Frustrated at myself for letting go that easily, I looked up at his face, which was now a safe distance away from mine. Even in the dark, I could make out the signiture smirk playing on his lips.