chapter|fifteen

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•MASON•
•FOURTEEN WEEKS•

"AHHHH!!!!" I screeched, launching myself off my bed and clumsily crawling on to of my small dresser. I just woke up to the Houdini of monsters on my comforter.

Logan busted through the door, breathing heavily with only boxers on. "What happened?! Are you okay?!"

"SPIDER! KILL IT AHHHHH! CALL 911! HIRRY IT GONNA KILL ME, ARRGGGG!"

"Really Mason? Just calm-"

"YOU CALM DOWN!"

"Mase, it's a fucking-"

"I WANT IT DEEEADDDD!"

He sighs and mumbles under his breath inconsiderate words.

"Okay! Fine!"

I watched as he picked up my tennis shoe from the ground. I don't know what your doing with my shoe mister. He walked over to the bed and brought it down hard, on the bloodthirsty humongous beast.

"YOU FLIP FLOPPErR! NOW ITS ON MY SHOE! TAKE IT OFF!" I yelled.

He grabbed a paper from my other dresser and rubbed it off my shoe, stomping on it for reassurance.

"There. Happy?" He asked handing me my blue shoe.

"GET IT AWAY FROM ME!" I slapped it out of her hand.

"Just get ready. Your appointment is in a few minutes!"

I slip on my styling dress and brushed my curls. I added a black top and bamming sunglasses since I put in contacts. Oh yeah babes.

I slip in the car while he starts it.

"Your beautiful as always, honey."

That makes me cringe and swoon at the same time. Let's just ignore it.

We pulled up to the hospital for my yearly checkup and sat in the waiting room. We walked to the receptionist desk and after I finished the paperwork he bent down to my level and whispered,

"Don't let anyone ruin your sparkle." I smiled and nodded.

He gets me.

While I was leaving to sit back in the chair, I heard the other person at the receptionist desk yell,

"WOULD YOU STOP TELLING PEOPLE THAT, NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR INSPIRATIONAL SHIT!"

And the other guy yelled back,

"GURL, THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL IM LETTING YOUR DULL MY SPARKLE!"

YESS! Get him!

After that I finally got called in the room and I pulled Logan i'm with me.

The doctor came in. He looked about 25 with blonde hair and bright green eyes. Man, he's cute.

"Your name." He asked.

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