Blue Letter Night

5. Beth has permission

Holding Masons belongings when we were taking them upstairs was incredibly aggravating for a couple of reasons.

First off, I was helping him, It might've been at the requested his mom, but nevertheless, aggravating. And second, you can find a great deal out about someone by looking in their luggage; what they deemed important enough to bring with them over everything else they owned, what sports teams, bands, movies, they enjoy. I'll admit I was very interested in what kind of person my old rival had morphed into, partly to see what I was up against and partly out of pure curiosity. I pushed the curiosity aside and left as quickly as possible because I wasn't trying to cause any conflict.

I managed to escape to Anne's room where she was patiently waiting, the bright screen of her phone illuminated her features faintly, probably scrolling through social media, looking for all the summer time gossip. It's well known that in town, a flood of break up happen at the beginning of summer and are strung out through the whole season. I would have bet money Anne was trying to see who had broken up in the last 24 hours.

With the light closing of the door she looked up from her phone.

"Wow," She said, "he is hot,"

I stalked over to her bed and took a seat next to her. Kicking my feat up on her bed, I looked up at the ceiling.

"Anne Mari Lewis," I warned, "you'd better not dare to flirt with my all time nemesis; that's braking the girl code and you know it,"

"Wouldn't dream of it B. But I've got eyes, and you have to admit he's hot," she replied.

"I will do nothing of the sort," I said with certainty. Anne laughed.

"You're blushing! You do think he's hot!" She laughed in triumph. I laughed too and covered her mouth with my hand.

"Shhhhh, would you keep it down," I told her still laughing, "and no, I  absolutely do not think Mason Carter is hot. Now, if you'll excuse me I need optimum sleep to deal with that degree of douche," she laughed and I and stood up to walk to the door, the hardwood was nice and cool.

"Right," Anne was giggling, "sweet dreams," I snorted and left her room closing the door quietly behind me. I headed to my room from there.

My room was your basic rectangular room. There was a big, low window with a wood desk placed in front of it so I could sketch the sunset. The walls were painted a barley grey-green colour. The comforter kicked off my bed the previous night because it was too hot, was a cream and covered in a large sunflowers and leaf pattern. An airy light yellow blanket that matched the sheets had taken the place for a blanket. One of the walls was occupied by book shelves that didn't even belong to me really, and the perimeter was decorated with white Christmas lights I no intention of taking down anytime soon, purely because I was too lazy and had better things to do.

Laying in bed I thought that sleep couldn't come soon enough. It had been such a hectic day and I was ready to wake up and a) this to have all been a terrifying dream— but that seemed to be unlikely—or b) I would be able to find the strength to survive this summer with zero casualties, that also seemed unlikely. Either way, my eyes were clamped shut by sleep in moments and they weren't going to open until light shimmed through my window in the morning.

Morning came just as quickly as sleep, which was a little disappointing considering I woke up to Max punching me in the arm.

"Ow, Hey!" I exclaimed, groggily hitting Max's arms away to little avail.

"Hey! Stop!" Max replied to my sleepy slaps.

"You stop," I demanded more awake now.

"Fine," he laughed and the punches stopped, "breakfast is done,"

I lifted my head and barley opened my eyes to inspect Max; he was sporting some dino patterned pyjama pants and his hair was a mess. Seemed about right. I  dropped my head back on the light blue pillow.

"Be right down," I assured him.

"Hurry because Macy and Robert are leaving soon," he informed me before leaving and closing the door behind him like Anne and I had taught him to do from a young age. I stretched, yawned, and threw on my glasses which I normally replaced with contacts, before climbing out of bed to join everyone for breakfast.

I got down stairs and everyone was up and around the kitchen dishing up their plates, pouring coffee, and making toast. It was as hectic and crowded as a school morning where we all had five minutes to get to school. I was loading up my plate with scrambled eggs when I herd Robert discreetly scold Mason.

"Stop gawking," he said. I pretended I couldn't hear and continued putting food on my plate.

"It's not my fault, look at her hair," Mason defended. I thought about my hair for a moment. I didn't take the time to bush out the waves or attempt to smooth them before coming down, so it was very plausible my wavy bob was now a frizzy mess.

"Sure," Robert said sarcastically, "that's what you were looking at," I instantly became very self conscious. When I made sure they were no longer looking at me I looked down and inspected myself. By all standards I was okay to be viewed by everyone there. I wore simple pyjama shorts and a tee shirt. Maybe there was something on my face. Acne? Probably, that was nothing out of the ordinary. Acne cream? Not likely. Weird idents in my skin from wrinkles in the pillow case? I was sure. At this point I was trying to be beyond caring what Mason Carter thought, so I opted to move on, sit at the table, and eat.

We were all seated at the table Macy and Robert mostly monopolized the conversation with moving plans, which I was okay with. I wasn't much of a talker especially in the morning when my voice was weird and gross. By breakfasts ends Macy and Robert were packed and ready to go.

We all gathered by the front door and said our goodbyes.

"Behave while you're here okay?" Macy said squishing Mason into a hug. He returned the hug with no hesitation. Macy glanced over to me, "and try to not to make Beth pull out her hair,"

"But don't you think she would look so much better bald?" He asked kindly. I hoped he could feel the dagger looks I was sending his way, "kidding, kidding. Oh ye of little faith, I always behave,"

"Yeah, right," Robert looked toward Me, "you have our full permission to kick him if he gets to be too much,"

"Dully noted," I grinned.