"Braelyn!!!" I groaned as my brother called my name. It was way too early for this. Well, it's like 12, so I guess not.
"What?!" I yelled back. It was really freaking annoying."Come down stairs!!" He called back.
I reluctantly got out of my soft bed and immediately wished I could climb back into the warm covers. I quickly got dressed in a black tank top and jean shorts. I brushed my curls out and put them into a loose side braid.I walked down the spiral staircase down to the second floor. It creaked beneath my light weight.
I walked into the second floor living room and was met with a happy looking Dylan and some guy I've never seem before.
The boy looked to be around my age. 16. He had blonde flippy hair and stormy grey eyes. They looked kind of like a hurricane was occurring in those grey eyes. He was cute. But he carried himself like he is better than everyone else.
"Brae meet Mase. Mase meet Brealyn." Dylan introduced us.
'Mase' smirked. "Actually it's Mason. But my friends call me Mase. We could be friends. Maybe even a little more." He winked, taking a step closer to me.
I took a step back. No way in hell was I going near that egotistical, you know I don't even have a word for what he is. "How about we skip to the bad break up and never speak again. Ok sweetheart?" I said in a sickeningly sweet voice. He expression changed to shock, but quickly went back to his cocky look.
"You say that now, but we all know you'll be begging for more later." Mason winked and I could feel my temper going off the charts.
"Well then mr. Sex addict, I rather not get STD's from a stranger." I snapped back. He looked like he'd never been rejected before, judging by the way he acted he probably never has.
"Look, Sweetheart, you don't just get to say no to me. It doesn't work that way." He explained. How naive could this boy be. I said no. That clearly means no.
"How's this for you ego? No." I smirked, knowing that I had won this argument.
"Dylan!!!" Mason whined. "You're sister's mean!!!!" He complained. He seemed like a completely different person now. The ego was gone and he was acting like a kid. He stomped his foot.
"Not my fault you hit on her." Dylan turned his hands so his palms were facing up.
"Technically......." Mason started. Dylan seemed to know exactly what Mason was going to say, even though I had no clue.
"Shut up." Dylan snapped. He crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't look happy at all.
"Fine." Mason turned his stormy eyes back to me. "And here's my number. Text me sometime." He scribbled down his number on my hand. "I promise that I'm not as big of a dick as I make out to be. Just get to know me." He grinned at me.
"We'll see." I smiled slightly. I still didn't like him, but I was willing to give him a chance....................... maybe.
"So now that that's cleared up, what do you guys want to do?" Dylan asked while falling onto the couch.
"We could go to the movie room." I suggested.
"Wait, you guys have a movie room?" Mason looked confused. Me and Dylan nodded in sync. Mason turned to face Dylan. "I've been over here at least a couple dozen times. Why didn't you tell me about a movie room?!"
"You never asked." Dylan explained while leading the way to the room with Mason behind him and me fallowing closely behind.
"It's a movie room!!!! I didn't think I needed to ask!!" Mase complained as we arrived at the movie room. There was a huge screen that took up all of the wall opposite of the door. Instead of chairs the floor was covered with memory-foam mattresses. The beds were covered with large quilts. In the back corner of the room was a pop-corn machine along with a bunch of candy and a mini fridge with drinks.
"Damn." Mason was obviously speechless. If I didn't live here I'm sure I would be speechless, too.
We only had this room, along with others, because when our parents died we got all the money and moved in with our aunt and uncle. They weren't exactly poor as you can tell. My aunt is surgeon and my uncle is a director. So we're pretty much set for life. Most people would think that being rich is fun. Well, it's not. You can never tell who your real friends are and who you can trust.
"What movie do you two want to watch?" I asked, walking over to the floor to ceiling movie case.
"White House Down?" Mason suggested.
"CHANNING TATUM BISHES!!!" I yelled out suddenly. Mason and Dylan looked at me like I had four heads. "What? He's hot."
The boys both started laughing and I soon joined in. The movie was about two to three hours long. Let me just say, Channing Tatum is one sexy mofo.
We decided to watch another movie. This time I picked. We watched Bambi. I got tired when the movie was about halfway over so I wrapped a quilt around me and used my arm as a pillow as slowly drifted off to sleep.
*****
I woke up in my bed. Not in the movie room. I checked my phone and was surprised to see that it was eight pm. I slept for at least three hours. Well, I guess I won't be sleeping tonight.
Dylan was in his room next to mine, along with the devil. Or Mason. Whatever you want to call him is fine.
"Hey." I said groggily as I walking into his room. I saw the two teenagers playing Call of Duty. "Mind if I play?"
Mason turned to me. "There's no way you can play this game. You're a girl." Mason wrinkled his nose as he said the last sentence.
"Nice observation. Now give me the controller." I held my hand out for the controller. Dylan placed it in my waiting hand. I sat down on the bed between the two and started playing.
** Two Hours Later** (A/N in the narrator voice in spongebob)
"YES!! TAKE THAT BITCH!!!" I stood up as I one Call Of Duty for the third time. Mason looked shocked while Dylan was pouting.
"How is that possible?" Mase asked.
"I grew up with five brothers. I'm no stranger to video games." I explained.
"I can tell. It's getting late. I'm gonna go home." Mason got up and walked to the door, leaving without another word.
A/N I know it's short but it's only the first chapter so it kind of sucks. Comment if you like it. ESPECIALLY MY HOES!!! Y'all know who you are. Vote please!!!!
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A Thousand Raindrops
Teen FictionYou know that feeling you get when you're falling? You get butterflies in your stomach and you can't seem to catch your breath. Well that's how I feel with him. I'm not falling physically but I'm falling hard.