the departure → zuckles

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mason and i met through john and jaren. jaren, being my best friend, wanted to set me up with someone. john, my other best friend, just suggested i should have another best friend. i was a pretty lonely 19-year-old girl, but john and jaren kept me company.
so, he started texting me. jaren had already given him my number. since i lived in massachusetts , they all stayed at my place when we all went to pax. that was when i met cam, eric, toby, and the others. toby was so fucking nice and he made me comfortable. we don't talk much anymore, but he still kept me company because i was on my period and he was the one who understood that the most. i liked toby a lot. in a friend way. not like that.
anyway, kryoz and jaren have been my best friends and i actually met mason a year ago.
when they went to pax in masschusetts, they all chose rooms in my house. or, areas to sleep in, at least. i had three rooms since my roommates were away on vacation. the couch, the two other bedrooms, and the chair were all taken. and mason was the only one who didn't have a place to sleep. i didnt know what to do, so i suggested for him to sleep in my room, i would sleep on the floor since he's my guest. he suggested that it's my room and i should have the bed, but i refused. when it was around 1am, zuckles was up. jaren and john were asleep in their room. i was having troubles with my insomnia, and the others went to their rooms. mason and i decided to get food and camp in our room and stay there for the night. mason and i sat there and talked for so fucking long. i learned so much about him that night. he learned a lot about me.
   he's actually very kind hearted. he's just really fucked and baked a lot. he called me pretty. when he said that, i wanted to just kiss him all over. it was so weird because i felt as if i've known him forever. but we had been talking for, what, a month; maybe two?
i was sitting with my legs crossed on my bed. he sat slumped on the floor. the conversation started out with him asking, "how did you meet jaren and john?"
   "well, jaren is my best friend from high school, i met john through him," i replied. he looked at me, confused. "what's that look for?" i asked.
   "ever thought about dating one of us?" he asked. "us meaning people on the misfits podcast."
   "i mean, not really? im straight, just so you know, but you guys are just my favorite people alive. i want you guys to be happy," i responded. "and i don't think any one of you would like to spend more than, at most, a week with me."
   "i wanna spend more time with youu," mason said. "you seem to be nice." his words warmed my heart.
we just drank and got high the rest of the night. the morning was when my heart wheezed. my hair was a fucking MESS. he was curled up next to me. surprisingly, he had his shirt and pants on. at pax, he kept taking his shirt off. he woke up when my feet crept on the floorboards. i heard his deep voice say, "your hair looks good like that." i dont understand why he liked it. it was messy. "macey's hungwy," he said in a baby's voice. the cutest, hungover, baby boy.
"come out to the kitchen when youre ready," i said. i didn't know if he wanted to get changed or whatever. he shortly came out in the same clothes. i was starting on french toast for everyone. "hi."