Living With Him

Chapter 32

Danielle's POV:

“So what are the plans?” I ask everyone as they gather around all picking fruit from the fruit bowl.

Yehhhh, I’m not a fruit fan.

“You guys have just made me realise that I am far form healthy” I say staring at the bowl.

“I found that place” Jacob informs Amy as she jumps up.

“Right, that’s what we’re doing” she announces.

“It would be cool to know what that thing is” Nikki talks on behalf of almost all of us.

“There’s that place, theatre thing and they show old movies or recent ones, they have a theme each night” Amy explains.

“Cool so what are we watching” Alex asks.

“Well there’s…” Jacob poses to try and remember “hmm The Notebook, The Last Song, The Fault in Our Stars…and I can’t remember the last one”

"Ohh quite some choices but have a pack of tissues ready" I say as I tap his shoulder.

"Why do I need a pack of tissues?" Jacob asks stepping away from the fruit.

“Dude they’re emotional movies, so all you guys prepare” I warn holding my hands up.

“What about you?” Mason asks and I shrug.

“She has no feelings” Michelle screams walking past the kitchen.

“I-I oi, yes er yes I do okay” I stutter “dude it depends” I say.

“I’ve never seen her cry at a movie” Michelle screams from the living room.

“Shut up” I scream “there’s always them movies that make us cry” I say “but aww when Simba’s dad dies by his own brother that is just…that’s just totes emote” I say already getting the feels.

“Oh Divergent” Jacob says and we all look at him “that’s the other movie”.

“In that case, leave the tissues, I’m in for Divergent” I raise my hand as everyone else does the same.

Everyone continues talking whilst I reflect on life.

So here’s the deal, I’ve been attempting to point out the flaws in Mason and I got nothing! How is that possible? How? Not even one flaw?

Does being a jerk count as a flaw? What about how he acts so stupid and immature, nobody likes a guy that’s immature, yeah he can joke but Mason is plain immature.

Jackpot! I’ve begun my list of flaws, looks definitely don’t count because then my task of finding his flaw would fail.

After a whole afternoon, I realised that Mason’s not perfect again excluding the looks. But then again nobody’s perfect.

Hmmm great now I’m just plain stupid and now its 7pm and I’m staring at my reflection.

I tilt my head to the side looking at my outfit, leggings and a top and a floral kimono and my hair just braided to the side, casual but cute.

As I walk out my bedroom I walk past Mason and he wolf-whistles “I’m not a dog” I say swinging my head back glaring at him.

“I didn’t say you were” he says as he looks at me up and down.

“Quit staring at me like that, this is how I always dress and if there was a dog around, it would be you” I say sticking my tongue out and running down the stairs.