"Whats wrong, Jordon?," Mason asked with his voice full of worry. He held my hand. Then he gave me a small worried smile.
"Seriously....whats the matter?,"he repeated once more. His voice calms me...in a way. Like a lullaby. I held his hand tighter. But then I looked away.
"Its nothing....really mason,I swear.," I replyed back. He softly turned my head so I could face him.
"I know theres somthing wrong with you, Jordon....you have a bad poker face, you know....," he said with a bitter laugh mixed with his vocie.
We looked at each other as we layed across the bed. I sat up, i moved closer to him. I leaned over and whispered in ear....."No need to worry, Nothings wrong with me....I'm happy,mason.,"
He just smiled and kissed my forhead.
THE END!
