Trapped in his reality. #wattys2016

chapter 1, you want what you can't have

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Hiii!!! so this is my first story on Wattpad, and I'm sooo excited!!

*edited by Tikvah. Admit it, it's so much better now.

so read, and enjoy :-)

-S

My eyes opened wide in shock as I shot up to a sitting position on my bed- so fast that my eyesight blurred for a moment and I felt dizzy as hell.

" WHAT THE FUCK, MASON!!!" I yelled into my cell, knowing who it was before checking the caller ID. No one messes with me this early in the morning on a weekend, unless they have a death wish. Well, no one except for Mason that is.

" Oh come on Lexi! We both know deep deep down you're excited to be woken up by my sexy voice!" Mason said mockingly. I can already see the cocky smile on his face.

" What do you want, Mase"? I asked, annoyance clear in my voice.

" To get your sleepy ass out of bed" he said in an obvious tone. "We're going out!" he yelled into the receiver so loud, that I worried about my ability to hear in the future. I swear if he had been here right now, I would slap him so hard he wouldn't feel his arm for a week. "I'm not going anywhere! It's Sunday and I want to sleep!" I yelled back, just as loud, into my cell.

" Well you know what they say, you want what you can't have" Mason sang into the phone, adding quickly "Meet me outside your house in 40 minutes, and don't be late!" I opened my mouth to protest but Mason had already hung up. Dimwit.

Mason is my best friend. He's been my best friend since he moved to Miami at the age of seven, and joined my crappy school, in second grade.

On the first day of second grade mason waltzed into class, looked around the room, and his eyes landed on me sitting alone at a table playing with the miniature american girl doll my mom had bought me for my sixth birthday, but remembered to give to me a year and a half later, when she finally decided to go through the terrifying attic.

Mason ran right up to me with a huge grin on his face. " Hi! I'm Mason!" he said happily reaching his hand out for me to shake.

I looked up from my doll. "Alexis" I said bravely, taking his hand and giving it a good shake. "Cool shirt" Mason said, pointing to my black, caps sleeve shirt with a beaded picture of sun glasses sewn on the side.

" Thanks" I said, shrugging. And just like that, started a friendship between me, Alexis Harper, and my crazy ass best friend Mason Rogers.

I knew there was no point staying in bed, now that I was wide awake from that annoying dimwit's call at 9:20 in the morning on a Sunday. Also if I don't get my butt outside my house by ten o'clock sharp, Mason will just come into my room and drag my tired ass out of bed.

I pulled myself out of my comfy bed with a grunt and went straight to my bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face and pee. I then went to my closet and decided on wearing light washed denim shorts and a plain black tank top ,pairing them with my maroon and white converses.

Next I walked to the desk on the right side of my bed, that had a big mirror on the wall, and took my elbow length hair out of the messy bun it was in, and brushed it, only to throw it back into a messy bun once it was less knotted.