The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Twenty Seven - Breakfast with the Boyfriend//

//Twenty Seven — Breakfast with the Boyfriend//

Willa Van der Mariel

I woke up curled in warmth, and slowly realised that it was not my warmth. Last night came to me in a flash, causing me to freeze in silent shock. 

Mason Singer had his arms wrapped around me, and together we were spooning. His chin was pressed onto the top of my head, and his warm around was wrapped around my wrist. 

My alarm had gone off, but I vaguely remember Mason leaning over and turning it off/

Shit I had a math’s test today.

Mason Singer was in my bed.

Two things entered my head at this;

One — Mason Singer never ever just sleeps with a girl.

Two — I hope he actually washed that shirt he wore yesterday. 

Yeah, I know. I am a little paranoid. But, it’s part of my charm and really, it is a pretty good point. Although, the one that really got me stuck was that he was in my bed — sleeping.

Again. 

Maybe, we were taking this whole fake relationship to far. 

And don’t forgot to fall in love with Mason.

Averie’s voice ran through my mind. I didn’t know why she wanted me to fall in love with him. He was cocky, obnoxious and flat out a pain in the ass. Yet, I found myself charmed by his ways.

Although, when I was younger I made a promise to Asha that together we would never fall in love again.

I wonder how she is going with her smiling project. I must call her and see if she is still coming to Christmas. 

My heart warmed slightly thinking about having Christmas with Asha and Maddi — for Christmas with them was always a blast. Asha’s family didn’t even celebrate birthday’s and Christmas. Yet, we try hard to give Asha the Christmas that she is meant to have.

Last year we got taken home in a police car from the shops when buying last minute cream.

The year before that we got lost in the Pine Tree Farm, and spent Christmas wondering around tree’s and wishing that we hadn’t watch all those scary movies.

And the year before that we wanted to paint the house for Mike for a present — and let’s just say it didn’t really worked out. 

I wonder what we are going to do this year.

Probably something to do with itching powder and turkey’s.

“Good morning, Willow” Breathed a familiar voice.

I jumped, and cocked my head to the side to see Mason looking at me with his piercing blue eyes that made my heart quicken. Ugh. “Morning” I said back.

Okay, this just suddenly got very awkward.

“Please tell me we just slept” Mason said out of the blue.

I nodded. “Damn right we did. No way I am lowering my standards to having sex with you”
“That hurt” He muttered. “Now, get up. I’m taking you to breakfast”

“Why? This relationship is not real! and we have SCHOOL!”
Mason had already gotten up. “Well, you need to fall in love with me to get your book back. So, I am giving you all the chances you get, and screw school”