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Chapter 4

I knocked on Maison's door. I had been used to coming here since the first time when I was absolutely terrified of him. It's funny looking back knowing how we actually get along much better now. I heard some rustling around before the door was open by a shirtless Scott. His hair was wet and he was drying it with a towel. I gulped, I started feeling nervous and look at anything but him. I fiddle with my hands looking down at my feet trying to destruct myself from the hot specimen in front of me.

"Umm, Mark right? Maison went out a bit so you can just come in and wait for him." He said walking in and sitting on the couch I followed him and sat at the other end of the couch.

He picks up the remote tossing the towel somewhere in the room. He flips through the many movies until he decides on a stand-up comedy show. I shrink in the couch and pull out my phone.

Me:
Where the fuck are you?

Maison:
Shit! I forgot.

Me:
Get your ass over here!!

Maison:
Okay but I'm gonna be a minute.
You think you can keep it in your pants I don't want to walk in on you to do it. 😬

I roll my eyes not bothering to reply. My attention is brought back by the sound of Scott laughing. I smile awkwardly. I sit there not knowing what to do with myself. My nerves are far from calm. I have this opportunity to talk to Scott but no matter how hard o try nothing comes out of my mouth. I have so many things I want to ask but it seems like my voice has abandoned me. A few minutes pass and I get a text.

Maison:
I hope you guys are decent I'm almost there.

Me:
No I am currently making out with him 🙄.
Just get your ass here.
I've been sitting here for the past twenty minutes and I don't know what to say to him it's very fucking awkward.

He takes a while to reply.

Maison:
Scott is very simple just talk about things his interested in. I'm sure with you always gawking at him you've noticed one or two things.

Me:
That's actually helpful
Thanks.😊

Maison:
Just don't fuck on the couch.

I roll my eyes. Does Maison think I'm easy or something? I mean I do like Scott but that doesn't mean I'll just give it up. I look over at him and notice how full and peachy his lip are. I shake my head at the thought. I clear my throat trying to get his attention.

"So your a big fun of stand-up?" That's an obvious question but it's a start.

"Ah, yeah sometimes I guess." He says and shifts his gaze back to the TV.

Okay now I don't know where to go from here. Shit, I guess we don't vibe. If I was with Maison things wouldn't feel so stale. I mean we never run out of things to talk about and even when we are not talking it's never awkward. Shit I hate myself for being so weird.

A couple of minutes pass and Maison walks in. I've never been so happy to see him, ever. I don't know what come over me I just get up and go over to him and fling myself to him. He stiffens a bit, trust me am more surprised at my actions than he is, before relaxing and hugging me back he does his adorable chuckle and I instantly relax in his arms.

"Hey," he says when we finally let go and he smiles looking a bit flustered.

"Hi." I say in above a whisper.

He grabs my arm casually greeting Scott. He pulls me in the direction of his bedroom but I stop him and pick up my bag pack and we go to his room. Once inside he locks the door and I sit on his bed he is still standing by the door.