The boy next door

Chapter Seventeen: One first class ticket to my bed, please

"...𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰, 𝔟𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔬𝔴𝔫𝔰, 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫' 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔩 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪
𝔚𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢, 𝔴𝔢'𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝓒𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝑦𝔟𝔬𝔡𝑦'𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝑘𝔢 𝓒𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩, 𝔐𝔞𝑦𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔥, 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝑦𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔠𝔢
𝔍𝔢𝔱 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔰, 𝔦𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰, 𝔱𝔦𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔥..."

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Chapter Seventeen: One first class ticket to my bed, please

I flopped down on my bed and sighed heavily.

So far, today sucked.

One reason was because I wouldn't be able to see my dad for another while, and the other because my head still hurt from this morning.

To take my mind off my throbbing head, I decided that I should take a shower for the second time today. But my plans were cut short when the ringing of my phone vibrated from my jean pocket.

I fished my phone out from my jean pocket, and read the caller ID.

Mason.

What did he want?
Oh yeah...we were supposedly "boyfriend and girlfriend."

Telling myself that I might as well get used to Mason's annoying behaviour—since we were now a "couple"—with every ounce of energy and motivation left in me, I answered the phone-

"Hey, babe. How are you?" I asked in an obvious sarcastic manner. I sat down on my bed, and began to pick on my nails.

Mason chuckled. "Peachy...come to the window, I need to ask you something."

"Mason, we may be a fake couple, but I am not getting into bed with you. Forget it."

"No, it's not that...just come to the fucking window."

With the roll of my eyes, I ended the call and walked to my bedroom window.

There, with his window wide opened and a wide smile on his freckles face, was Mason.

"What is it that you wanted to ask me?" I asked him once I opened my window. I leaned my elbows on the windowsill, and placed my palms underneath my chin.

From the short distance between our houses, I heard a small sigh come out of his mouth. "Well...since we are boyfriend and girlfriend-"

-"Which is only for a dare" I corrected him, and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, Okay. Anyway....um, would you like to go on a date with me? You know, since we are 'boyfriend-girlfriend'?"

I laughed.

Is Mason freaking Franklin, actually nervous that he's asking me out on a date? This can't be true. Somebody pinch me...

"What? I'm so confused" I giggled helplessly. In some weird way, he kind of looked cute when he acted nervous. The way he bit his pink lips and would look up at the ceiling, small but cute bags forming underneath his hazel-coulored eyes.