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She held onto the edge of the door and frowned not getting any response. She bit her bottom lip and felt slightly angry but also in the verge of bursting into tears. She hated being sick. Couldn’t she have been injured instead or even something else, anything just not sick! She was normally in a good healthy condition-except for the fact she cut. Then he finally responded and he didn’t sound too happy. Maybe she should have just crawled her way to the living room instead. It seemed like a better idea then messing with someone grumpy and having him mad at her. At least she got help to stand up but he was so weak! What in the world did she see in him again? She was going to die if someone came charging into the place. It was a good thing no one knew about this place and hopefully no one would bump into it and decided to go serial killing or something.

Well, at least she made it to the couch. She sat there, opening and closing her eyes every couple of seconds. She then fell sideways on it and lay down her head. She could lie there all day, do nothing and not even fall asleep. She might as well be dead. The dead do nothing but lay down. She felt bad for people who were sick everyday or even had cancer. She can’t last a couple of hours without becoming so emotional.

“I stood in the rain for hours...” She muttered quietly. The rest he knew it was also because of a little blood loss. He watched him walk away and she just stared at a wall. She was bored but didn’t want to move around either. He was doing something else and she just got lonely. She wanted to turn on the TV but that involved getting up and actually reaching for the remote. She’d just embarrass herself and fall on the ground again. Then she sat up when Mason again, lightly smiling. He brought food. It reminded her of what her parents did. Her mom would cook and her dad practically had to be her slave for the day. She always felt guilty for doing that but her mom normally loved it because it was like having her as a child again. She didn’t like it so much.

“Thank you Mase. I’m sorry I got sick... And can you turn on the TV?” She frowned. She was sorry for herself that she got sick. The feeling of being helpless and weak was unbearable. How did Mason deal with everyday that he’s so weak? Maybe not this weak but still weak. Now, she felt weaker than him and it wasn’t any fun. She didn’t like being weaker than him. Hell, she felt like a toddler who could barely walk and needed attention. She hoped that she would never get sick around him. Even high school when she got sick she made sure to lock her room very well and not let Mason take advantage of her when she was sick. He fed her the first bite. She ate it and then finished everything by herself. Then he called her a little girl. She frowned and narrowed her eyes at him.

“I’m not. And even if I act like this. At least unlike you I’m not a little girl every day,” She retorted. Although, the way she was talking so quietly and the way she talked sounded like a kid. She couldn’t help herself.

“This is why I never wanted you to see me sick,” She mentioned and leaned into him “I’m bored. I don’t like being sick.” She slowly closed her eyes knowing that she wouldn’t fall asleep but it felt comfortable to have him. She gripped on to him really tightly. If he tried to get up, she’d hold him down. She did this all the time to her parents. They got no sleep at all and were more tired than they would be running around the whole country.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 348d 7h 13m 52s
Mason thought it wasnt exactly fair that she was suffering through all of this. He wondered how guilty murderers felt after killing innocent people and smiling. It was killing her inside, and he just didnt want to see her hurting anymore. Not only was she hurting herself, but she was indirectly hurting Mason. He couldnt bare to see her like this everyday and he swore to help her until she was better, but he didnt think it would be so easy. "Dont worry. Just take it day by day. Time passes and you'll be forgiven" he said simply.

The night had been peaceful besides the Charrie's soft groaning and her constant turning. He had no idea that she was sick. So when she woke him up in the morning, he was cranky and irritated from not having the sleep he wanted. As soon as he was able to give her the painkillers, it was as if he was a walking zombie. He didnt do a thing, not even realizing he was awake when he collapsed back onto the bed in dream mode. He began sleeping through everything once more until the sound of her voice slowly disturbed the peace. "Huh? WHat what is it?" he slammed his fist on the bed and looked up to see her on the floor. Sighing softly, he didnt know how she got there, but he was too cranky to care right now.

Walking over, he rubbed his red eyes and he kneeled down, helping her up with what little strength he had. BUt when she asked him about cooking something, he was burning up with more anger inside, wanting to just go to sleep, but he kept it in. He couldnt let his anger out on Charrie. SHe was just.....being her. And she was already suffering from the cutting. He was still going crazy inside with the lack of alcohol, but he was distracted with sleep. It was day three, let's see how well he could go especially with a cutter beside him. Hoisting her up to her feet, he wrapped her arm over her shoulder as he led her to the living room tiredly. Yawning softly, he placed her down on the couch, seeing she was sort of pale. When he leaned over, he felt her forehead and he sighed "YOu have a fever Charrie....what happened?" he frowned and walked into the small lab he constructed in the other room. He quickly whipped up some medicine that would do the trick and he headed back to the kitchen.

As he began cooking some blueberry waffles and eggs, he started plating them with her medicine on the side. PLacing her food on a tray with some orange juice, he honestly felt like a slave right now, but he knew Charrie was sick so he had to put up with it. Making his way back to the living room, he sat beside her and placed the tray onto his lap. "Here. I made you breakfast. Eat up and then drink this. I cant have you sick. We already have too many problems" he whispered softly, finally calming down a little as he woke up. He held the first bite to her lips and he watched her, making sure she finished every last bite. "You're such a little girl" he chuckled and stuck out his tongue at her.
  Soren / ellocalypse / 6y 348d 7h 48m 42s
Mason thought it wasnt exactly fair that she was suffering through all of this. He wondered how guilty murderers felt after killing innocent people and smiling. It was killing her inside, and he just didnt want to see her hurting anymore. Not only was she hurting herself, but she was indirectly hurting Mason. He couldnt bare to see her like this everyday and he swore to help her until she was better, but he didnt think it would be so easy. "Dont worry. Just take it day by day. Time passes and you'll be forgiven" he said simply.

The night had been peaceful besides the Charrie's soft groaning and her constant turning. He had no idea that she was sick. So when she woke him up in the morning, he was cranky and irritated from not having the sleep he wanted. As soon as he was able to give her the painkillers, it was as if he was a walking zombie. He didnt do a thing, not even realizing he was awake when he collapsed back onto the bed in dream mode. He began sleeping through everything once more until the sound of her voice slowly disturbed the peace. "Huh? WHat what is it?" he slammed his fist on the bed and looked up to see her on the floor. Sighing softly, he didnt know how she got there, but he was too cranky to care right now.

Walking over, he rubbed his red eyes and he kneeled down, helping her up with what little strength he had. BUt when she asked him about cooking something, he was burning up with more anger inside, wanting to just go to sleep, but he kept it in. He couldnt let his anger out on Charrie. SHe was just.....being her. And she was already suffering from the cutting. He was still going crazy inside with the lack of alcohol, but he was distracted with sleep. It was day three, let's see how well he could go especially with a cutter beside him. Hoisting her up to her feet, he wrapped her arm over her shoulder as he led her to the living room tiredly. Yawning softly, he placed her down on the couch, seeing she was sort of pale. When he leaned over, he felt her forehead and he sighed "YOu have a fever Charrie....what happened?" he frowned and walked into the small lab he constructed in the other room. He quickly whipped up some medicine that would do the trick and he headed back to the kitchen.

As he began cooking some blueberry waffles and eggs, he started plating them with her medicine on the side. PLacing her food on a tray with some orange juice, he honestly felt like a slave right now, but he knew Charrie was sick so he had to put up with it. Making his way back to the living room, he sat beside her and placed the tray onto his lap. "Here. I made you breakfast. Eat up and then drink this. I cant have you sick. We already have too many problems" he whispered softly, finally calming down a little as he woke up. He held the first bite to her lips and he watched her, making sure she finished every last bite. "You're such a little girl" he chuckled and stuck out his tongue at her.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 348d 7h 49m 6s
Even if he said that, she couldn’t do it. It was hard to forgive herself if no one else could. Even if they did, she still would have trouble. It was just better to let it go somehow, if she could even do that either... For now she’ll just have to bear with it until she can handle it more. She still didn’t feel like she deserved to live. She deserved to feel this way though. It was only fair. She had to get better but that just meant stopping the cutting, she wouldn’t be able to stop the rest. He was right, she should just rest.

“You never hurt them like I did. That’s why you could move on easier. And I can’t forgive myself if no one else does. And I won’t either way. I will get better at living with what I did... I’ll stop cutting,” She sighed. She really didn’t see how he found her cute at all but it really didn’t matter. Its funny how way back years go if he called her cute he would have got a beating. Now, she could never even think about hurting him. No matter what he did, she wouldn’t. Although, she hoped that he wasn’t fully confident on that so he didn’t do crazy stuff or say stuff because then she’ll practically do nothing about it.

The morning was hell. She put her hands on her aching head and then over her ears. Even her ears started to hurt. She didn’t like the feeling of being sick. She’d rather get shot in the shoulder blade or leg than get sick for a long time. If she had a choice a method of dying, she would rather be killed or die protecting someone than dying sick on the bed. Sickness, was her other fear. When she was sick she felt helpless and weak. She didn’t like depending on others too much but sometimes she had to.

“Thank you,” She muttered hearing that he was going to go get it. He sounded a little irritated though... It was probably nothing. She tossed to the other side of the bed waiting for him. She tried to open her eyes and she groaned at the dizziness. He came and she forced herself to sit up. She managed to open her eyes drinking the painkiller down.

“Thanks again,” She repeated and lay back down in bed. She tried to fall asleep again but couldn’t. She thought about just getting up and go watch some TV and hope that would distract her from everything. She kept her eyes open and it started to hurt less and become less dizzy. She still felt like crap but her eyes were adjusting to stay open. She tugged Mason’s arm.

“Mase...” She called and glanced at him but he didn’t respond “Mason! Can you come with me to the living room?” She needed something to lean on the way there. She’d get up and she’ll trip over her feet or crash into the wall. She frowned hearing no response. He must have been sleeping. She sat up and then forced herself to get out of bed and stand. Her body swayed back in forth. She can do this. It can’t be that hard to make it to the living room. She went toward the door and then the world start moving sideways. It felt like gravity was pushing her down. She held on the edge of the door frame but fell on the ground. She whined to herself.

“Mase!” She called “Can you help me up? I can’t get up. Oh and, Mase? Can you make me food?” She hated bothering him like this but she didn’t know what else to do. Well, whenever he needed her she’ll help right back but now she couldn’t even stand up.
Considering how hot she felt, she probably had a fever. She just hoped it would go away fast or she’ll get emotional that she’s sick. Her parents always saw her as a strong independent girl but when she was sick-she was just as helpless as six year old.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 348d 9h 17m 16s
Mason could see that she just couldnt forgive herself for what she's done. She needed more than encouragement. She needed something would make her forget, or the family's forgiveness. She did her best to rid the world of those criminals, but she only made a few mistakes. She had to accept that they were mistakes. YOu learn from them and move on. When he hears her, he sighs and shakes his head. It was also wrong to forgive her for cheating on him, but he just couldnt add on more problems. She was already deteriorating on her own problems. When she was better, then Mason would decide if she was worth forgiving. For now, he just took it as it was 'okay'. So he partly forgave her, but he didnt think it was fair that he had to put up with the loneliness while she got comfortable with Heath.

"You need to forgive yourself and move on Char. Those people know that their father was a bad man. Karma just caught up with them. Just like how I had to move on from the fact that I hurt so many people the past three years. My friends, my parents....everyone I just let down....I need to move on and just try to fix things. Some wont be able to fix, but I still need to move on. Your parents will see it later on. You will get better and then you can just tell them it was nothing. You needed the space and it helped you get better. Just please stop worrying about it okay. All you need to think about right now is resting" he tried his best to get her to forget. It was true, with time, those kids will know why their father was killed. Maybe they didnt need to see it, but they would understand.

"Okay. I wont call you adorable....I wont call you cute. Even though you just are sometimes. Well at least to me" he stated. She may not think she is, but Mason did. And it wasnt like she could hurt him if he said it again. He knew she wouldnt hurt him, so he didnt mind it at all. Just to be safe, he refrained from doing things she didnt like. But sometimes it also felt like such a hassle.

Eventually he fell asleep until morning. The sound of her voice woke him when she said to get something. If he could change one thing about Charrie, it would be her demanding voice and that fact that she was selfish most of the time. He didnt remember anything she's done for him in such a long time. The only things she did was love him with a hug or kiss. An action was rare. "Okay Char. You stay put. Ill look for something" he said irritatedly. Mason was not a morning person. He would get so cranky. And with her waking him up like this, he was doing his best to keep calm. When he walked into the kitchen, he grabbed some painkillers and a glass of water, when he sat beside her, he handed it over. "Drink this" he ordered. Mason had no idea she was out in the rain all day, but he did know about the blood loss. Hopefully it just lasted a few hours.

He thought about making them both breakfast, but he decided against it. Instead he decided to be selfish and just lay back down to catch up on sleep.

Good night!

  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 348d 18h 7m 58s
Everything felt right for once in her life. It was just enough to lay down with him and bed and do nothing but mostly stay by each other. She didn’t need to sleep with him to feel like she loved him. Just being with him was enough. She could die happy here.

“I know, and I don’t want you to feel insecure. But we can’t stop them so quickly. I’ll try and I think I’m starting to stop. It’s all because of you. Thank you for thinking I’m amazing,” She laughed. Just hearing that he thought good things of her made her feel better after all the things she’s done. She hurt him after all. She liked the feeling of being loved and him sort of forgiving her for what she did. The more people who forgave her, the better she felt even though it was still there. It wouldn’t go away. She knew it was going to stick with her for the rest of her life. It was wrong to forgive her for shooting down people and doing that to that family. She just had to accept that she did something wrong and move on. Moving on was the hard part.

“I can’t forgive myself, Mase... I just can’t. It isn’t right. It’s not fair to those people if I forgave myself for what I did to them. I just have to live with it and maybe move on from it,” She explained. At least it made it easier now that she was back here with him. She wondered about her parents back home that just found out what she’s been doing and her mental state. Was her mom crying? Was her dad losing her mind? They may be trying to find her right not. They probably went up to her room and saw the blood on her sheets. They’ll feel so bad because of her.

“My parents... They’re probably so upset right now,” She muttered. She felt his arm around her, like he was trying to protect her. A person didn’t need to be physically strong to protect another person. She knew that much. She didn’t need physical protection though, she had that. She could protect herself physically unless it was from herself. She loved the beach, just not when there were large fish. She can handle tiny fish that she can’t see but the rest she could not stand.

“That’s what I hate about them! Being slimy is not cool. I can touch a snake or a lion but not fish. Well, I have my weakness... And stop calling me adorable,” She suggested. She loved kissing him and how he kissed back. She couldn’t wait till they got better and they’d really go full on. Mason was the only person that she really wanted to go ahead and do it and barely even hesitates. The last thing she heard was him saying he loved her and his hands running through her hair.

When she woke up, she didn’t want to get up. She held onto Mason and closed her eyes again. Every time her eyes would open up, she felt dizzy. She really should rethink of what she does when she’s depressed so it doesn’t affect her so much later.

“Mase... wake up. Give me something for my headache,” She groaned. If he woke up that was great. She didn’t want to get up on her feet right now. If she got up, she’d just stumble on the ground. She hated to be so demanding but what had to be done had to be done.


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  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 348d 18h 24m 15s
THe thought of their mother's being right the whole time put a smile on his face. He knew that all of this was due to their influencing anyways. Apparently they won over their dads. They both couldnt make their parents happy, Mason thought that his parents should have figured that out by now. It was either, he was going to follow his mother, or his father, or neither, but he knew at least one of them was going to be happy. And he just hoped his mom convinced his father, so that he wouldnt hurt Charrie, or treat him like he had failed. Lucky for him he was a momma's boy. His father was always so strict and dictated what he wanted from him. That was sort of why he was such a scaredy cat, and really emotional.

"I know Char. I hate seeing you hurt too. I dont want you feel like you hate yourself or anything. You shouldnt, because I love you. You should forgive yourself, because I see an amazing girl in front of me. All the time" he smiled and rested beside her, his arm protectively around her as she laid against his shoulder. His lips pressed against her cheek as he listened to her. "You're just being silly. I love going to the beach and seeing the fishes. They feel all slimy and cool. I think you just have to get used to it. But still. I think it's adorable. You fight criminals yet you're scared of fish touching you" he chuckled, but was soon quieted by her sweet lips. Closing his eyes, he made out with her for a good ten minutes before he pulled away to catch his breath. She was an amazing kisser. She always got his heart racing and his lips tingling with heat. It made him want to get closer, but he also wanted to take it slow. He was already starting to fall in love with her all over again.

He knew that his typical girl may have sounded lame, but he was glad that Charrie was always there. She changed his type so much. She made him love her type. The sassy yet independent type. The one who wouldnt let the male take the lead role. She had an opinion and protected who she loved. He found her to be perfect even with her flaws.

"I love you too Char" he ran his fingers through her hair, trying to relax her as he gazed into her eyes. He loved seeing her sleep. She looked so peaceful and happy. It was like the little girl that always wanted to be around him no matter what. Pulling the sheets over her, he tucked her in, laying beside her as he began to pass out as well. The day was both good and bad, but when they ended like this. It was great.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 348d 19h 1m 1s
It seemed that their mother’s got what they want. Their dream was starting to come true, for them to grow up with each other and love each other. She didn’t know about the rest but she just wanted to be with him. She loved her dad but she simply couldn’t make him happy if he wanted her to separate her from Mason. Her dad didn’t notice that Mason was just right for her and everything he could want for her. He protected her, cared about her and loved her. That’s all that she needed. They filled each other’s expectations for each other because in the end, that’s all that mattered.

“It’s funny when you fear me and you’re wrong. I did hurt you, just not physically but know I would never want to hurt you. I hate seeing you hurt,” She stated. She smiled to hear the way he saw her. She loved him so much and she wanted to know him that to the extent. She could never break away from him after living her entire life with him. Three years were torment but they were nothing compared to the years they’ve spend on each other. Even when they hated each other they spend so much energy on each other. She leaned her head back against him as he wrapped his hands on her waist.

“I won’t,” She giggled “I love my hair too.” So, this is what she fought for three years to get back to. It was all worth it. At least that’s what she was seeing right now. Even gently kissing, she just wanted all of him. He was right; she did beat the crap out of them. She just laughed quietly. He really did make her feel better.

“Fish are terrifying. Can you imagine them touching you while you’re in the water? They can bite and feel them touch you. It’s so scary,” She frowned. She would never swim with the fishes. He probably did know most of her secrets. She already let out the secret that he just discovered. He lay down on the bed. She moved up and lay right beside him. She leaned onto him and leaned her head near his shoulder. She leaned up a little and kissed him deeply for a good time. Then she pulled back and rested her head back near him. She closed her eyes, staying silent for a while.

“Ha, the cute type... Yea, I’ve noticed the Barbie doll types. I hated them all. They weren’t anything like me. They were really like me, Mase. I always compared my boyfriends to you too. It just wasn’t the same,” She sighed and then yawned. She was becoming tired for some reason.

“You want to know my type? My guy would be strong, responsible, and smart but also be my equal and he’d take me to exotic places. I had a whole list of what I wanted and what I didn’t. Although, I kept adding some of your qualities in. I got mad at myself when I did during high school. I felt like a trader to my dad... But now, I get it,” She mentioned. She moved hear arm around him.

“Mase, I love you,” She told him. She was slowly starting to fall asleep but as she was starting to fall asleep, she felt her head burning up. Her head start throbbing. She was feeling a little dizzy under her eyelids too. Standing in rain for the hours must have gotten her sick along with blood loss.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 348d 19h 42m 20s
Mason didnt really care what she wore, or how she tended to herself. He could see her both with or without the makeup and the clothes. He's seen her as a child all the way to this point. THey both watched each other grow into the people they were today. Ever since they were kids he would always be around Charrie. Their mother's played a huge role in filing their minds with how they would one day be together. So ever since then, he felt as if Charrie only belonged to him. That he would be the only one holding her hand, that he'd be the only person she'd follow, and when they played the games like getting married, the only one that she kissed. All of that was planned out for them until the war. Sure Prim messed up their entire high school career, but he was still jealous of her. Seeing her kiss another guy, seeing her hold someone else's hand. It all made him angry. When a guy did the things he did with Charrie, he just wanted to rip them apart. That's why he was so angry at her boyfriends, and now Heath. But he still felt like he deserved to be with her.

"You may look intimidating to me, but Im not afraid of you anymore. Hurt me all you want, I still see that little girl that held my hand. THe girl I risked my life for with a bullet. The girl I spent three years obsessing for. And right now, this person in front of me. I know she wouldnt hurt me. At least not anymore" he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him as they sat on the bed. "Dont go changing your hair color. That's one of my favorite things about you..." he pouted playfully and looked around his hideout. "I had to keep it safe. I knew you'd destroy it if you found out. So made it super secret" he whispered into her ear before placing a gentle kiss on it.

"You stand up to your fears too silly. dont say that you dont. You just beat the crap out of them before they try to ruin you or someone close to you. That's why you dont fear alot of things anymore. Mostly what you fear dont exist, besides the fishies" he laughed and playfully poked the tip of her nose. "And Im pretty sure I know most of your secrets" he shook his head and laid back against the bed to relax.

Her question really did get him thinking. He honestly didnt know what type of girl he liked. "Well...I guess it just depends. Most of my past girlfriends were all the cutesy type. They were pretty much walking barbie dolls. They looked very attractive and they would depend on me to be their prince. But now that I think about it. I was always just comparing them to you. Ever since I was a kid. I guess you could say it's all thanks to our moms. I always thought that we would end up together...so my princess was a girl who resembled you the most I guess. Someone attractive, and someone who could handle their own. She'd love only me and she'd make me happy. That's pretty much all I want"
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 348d 20h 14m 17s
She had to laugh when he told her that it made her look less intimidating. That cleared things up. It was the hoodie but she had a feeling that there was more to it. It was probably just the past of how they grew up with each other. When they were just kids she thought he was cute. Unlike a lot of kids back then, they would freak out to get close to the opposite gender and you’d get germs if you kissed a boy. She liked that sort of stuff when she was younger. She’d follow Mason around, he’d follow her around. Sometimes she’d hold his hand and that time when they played that game and kissed. It was all their mothers that influenced them to act like that. She always felt like she’s always loved him. Even during the war, it was because she was so jealous that she did it.

“Only to you I look intimidating,” She pointed out. Everyone else she looked pretty friendly-until she gave them a cold expression, threatening glare and pulled out a gun. Then their views of her changed. But otherwise, it wasn’t until you got to know her bad side that she intimidated some people.

“Awe, why...? I think I’d look good in punk. Die my hair in many different colors; wear ripped tights, weird clothes and stuff. But I guess I’d be more intimidating then wouldn’t I?” She laughed. Her style was just to dress comfortable and was able to defend herself if anything occurred. So wearing flats or shoes with no ankle support was out. A skirt was out of the question. They were just ass showers to her.

They got into the place and entered the living room. She really loved it. She could stay here forever and not worry about anything. She loved how it was placed in the wilderness. She couldn’t believe Mason did this during high school. It was a good thing she never found out about this place during then. She could have come up with a lot of things to make him more upset-say steal it-or demolish it. It’s a good thing he hid it well.

“It’s amazing Mase. Good thing I never found out,” She smiled and hugged him. It was true, a lot of the time he did run from his problems. He may have been a scaredy cat a lot of the time but she knew that he was brave. It’s impossible to be brave without being scared. Most of the time she just wasn’t scared, so if she faced something that she actually was scared of, she didn’t know if she could just face it... She couldn’t stand paranormal stuff, swimming near fishes and such. She would never face them.

“Hey, at least you stand up to your fears. You stood up to me. Or that time when you got shot,” She reminded “I can’t ever stand up to my fears. You know that. I breakdown and cry...” She wanted to fill up the time that they missed with each other. To make that time up. She wanted to know him inside out.

“Finally, we are together. I really thought there was a chance of never getting back. That was the worst thing about staying there,” She sighed. She looked at the places as they talked. It felt like a dream. At the moment, she pushed everything away.

“Hmm, yea... Let’s relax,” She nodded “I already know your secrets. Or at least I think I do. You’ve got to know your enemy more than your friends, right? During war, I figured out a lot.” Then she thought about how he called her cute and then thought about what exactly type of girl he liked? She knew that he loved her. But he probably had a different ideal before, she did but she loved him more than her expectations of what she thought were her type.

“Mase, what’s your type of girl?” She curiously asked.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 348d 20h 45m 33s
WHen she said that Heath knew she loved him in a different, he just tried to accept it as best he could. But Charrie was right. If he was in Heath's position, he would feel completely miserable. Maybe being in Russia was the best thing that's happened to him. Still, he shouldnt be falling for Charrie. He had to only consider it as work. But her words made him feel so much better. She said to him he was a step ahead. He really hoped so. The thought of being a step ahead of Mason sounded so good. Hopefully it was true. He would just ignore the monkey for now. Right at this moment, he would get to know CHarrie more and maybe they could fall in love the natural way.

Mason caught her turning away when he said she was cute. He wondered if she didnt like that at all? Still, ever since they were kids, her appearance and her personality was cute to him. A beautiful girl with a bite. She was unique in her own way and Mason always liked that about her. "No. I liket he dino hoodie. It makes you look less intimidating. And since you're just with me, it makes me want to just hug and snuggle you. I like it better than punk clothes" he chuckled, hearing that she called him an obsessive pervert. He frowned a little, but shrugged his shoulders. He didnt mind it at all. It was the last thing she left. Anyone could understand that.

As they headed up into the tree house, the door opened and it was the living room. There were bean bag chairs, a tv, and out the windows in all the rooms were the beautiful forest. "I had it built during high school. I wanted a getaway from both my parents and well....you. It was my safe haven, my solitude" he looked down the halls that led to the other trees. "Thanks. I really liked the idea of being able to hide. I mean, you always knew I was sort of a scaredy cat. I ran from my problems and this was where I ran to. Maybe it's like we are reliving what high school should've been like. I mean, if we didnt fight....I dont even know if we would be together....who knows. Im just glad you're here with me now" he walked her through the tree house, past the games, the kitchen, towards the bedrooms.

One great thing about this place was that there was no alcohol and no blades. They could rekindle and get to know each other more. Take it slow even. "So why dont we relax? I think both of us had a pretty long day. We can just talk about anything. I feel like you already know all of my secrets"
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 348d 21h 19m 11s
All there was to do to make him comfortable was let it go through time. Heath did know her personality now more than Mason and a lot of other things but he didn’t know how her whole entire life was like. He didn’t know how she was before, how she was like in high school, all the small stuff that made her, her. Heath didn’t know a lot of things Mason did know. He knew her now. She had to find something to completely prove that she only looked at him truly when it came to love.

“Yea, he knows that I love him in a different way. What if it was the other way around and I told you I only loved you as someone related to me or a best friend? And if I kissed you, it would be only because I was missing or seeing him as someone else. I think he’s in more torment than you Mase. He’s not a step ahead of you. He has to deal with me loving you, protects me and has to lead it happen. To him, you’re a step ahead,” She promised. She understood Heath inside out too. Sure they knew each other very well but it didn’t change some things. She will get to know Mason more and he’d feel better about it. No matter what she said now could only effect in time.

She didn’t like being called adorable. Adorable was usually seen as this cute innocent girl that couldn’t fend for herself. Yet, it still made her blush when Mason called her that. She tried to hide the fact that she was blushing by turning her head away. She never thought he saw her as cute, even when they were kids. Even when she was a kid she was pretty violent-she blames her dad. It was probably just the hoodie. The hoodie was the problem.

“I should have bought some punk clothes instead,” She frowned. She felt his hand brush her hair wanting so much more. But she didn’t want to skip to the ending like they did back then. They rushed everything back then. They didn’t even get to know each other. She didn’t regret it though. That night was the best night of her life. She really couldn’t believe he kept those things.

“Damn it Mason. You are seriously an obsessive pervert!” She exclaimed but only joking. Her head rose as he pointed the place and her jaw dropped. She liked the idea just living together and not having anyone know where she was. She didn’t want her parents to go find her and be in stress. She had to get better so that when she got back her parents had nothing to worry about. Maybe she could even convince them it never happened and it was a misunderstanding.

“Wow, when did you had this stuff built?” She asked. She squeezed his hand as they went up into the elevator. She really liked it. She thought it was so cool. She always wanted something like this when she was a kid. She got out the elevator and started walking around.

“This is so cool,” She blurts out and laughed “I feel like we’re kids or in high school again. Sneaking out of my house. Running away from them and then finding a place we can stay together... I really wonder what would have been like if we didn’t fight.” She just felt so happy right now. Not too long ago she was depressed and cutting. That reminded her of how much her wrists hurts but it wasn’t an issue right now. She didn’t see how she could be depressed having Mason around and living with him. She just couldn’t think of being depressed.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 348d 21h 44m 58s
Mason was hoping that she was right. He really did want to stay with her for a long time. The thought of just getting closer to her was what he really wanted. To get to know her personally and not just intimately. He wanted to be like Heath. He knew everything about Charrie. Hell he even knew what she looked like naked. Damn. He was always one step ahead of him. Obviously if she was dating him, their relationship would work our much better than his and hers. "Im glad he's jealous. He's always ruined my life and only sees me as a problem for you.....and the fact that he saw you exposed.....just doesnt make me feel any better. He's seen all of you. And he knows you better than I do....he's always a step ahead of me. Worst of all, he knows that you love him too" he sighed and just shook his head irritatedly. He was tired of that monkey. He never got the chance to know Mason. ONly seeing him as a threat for her.

"Yeah, yeah. He's given you space and pretty much everything else you want. Okay I get it. Defend him all you want. I will never like him. Just like you dont like Prim" he stated clearly, just hating the fact that she was always on Heath's side and not on his.

Mason was glad he wasnt slapped. Charrie barely hit him now and he felt really good about it. He just never wanted to push her buttons, after all if something bad happened, she had Heath..."You are adorable. Look at that hoodie. Look at your face. I dont care what you did in Russia, You're still that cute little girl I shared my first kiss with" he leaned over and brushed her hair behind her ears softly. "I kept those things yes. WHy wouldnt I? They were the last things of you I had. You did that for me. They had your markings on everything. ANd to tell you the truth, it's helped me out those three years" he admitted, a small blush on his cheeks, feeling like a complete dork.

Once they approached the large tree house, he smiled. "No not like prehistoric times. Like now times" he shook his head and pointed to the massive houses in the trees. It was huge. THe buildings extended from tree to tree connected by bridges. It had electricity and plumbing. And two bedrooms, a kitchen, a game room, and living room. That's exactly what money could buy. "Dont worry. I want you living comfortably. The best part about this place is we'll be together and no one will know" he helped her out of the car and walked her towards one of the trees, thanking Dale. His butler went off as Mason walked over to one of the trees that had been converted into an elevator. "One way in, and one way out" he held her hand in his and entered.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 348d 22h 8m 24s
She really just wanted him to stop worrying about Heath. She knew it wouldn’t be easy to get it out of his head but it still bothered her that he had doubt in her. Eventually, he’d have to get rid of those thoughts. Only in time he’ll get that she didn’t love Heath like she loved him. He wouldn’t have anything to be jealous of if they got even closer. And even though she almost slept with Heath, the only person she really did it with was Mason. Where the car was going, she had no idea. It didn’t matter. The area of where they went didn’t matter as long they stood by each other and she didn’t get caught by her parents. She didn’t think she’d have to go out to hide out again, but this time from her parents and Heath.

You will. We’ll stay with each other for who knows how long. And the more I be with you the more you’ll get that I only love you. Then, you really won’t have anything to be jealous of. And to be honest, I think Heath is jealous of you, that I slept with you and didn’t with him. And even if I did almost, it wasn’t seeing him as him. Since Heath talked to you... He probably told you that we were completely exposed, ” She sighed. She was surprised how he managed to come back to her window after hearing that. Although, sometimes she worried for Heath because she did hurt him, just like she hurt Jake. Anyone that tried to get close to her end up like that because she only had Mase in mind. She really was a heart breaker.

Well, Mase, it’s not like he can tell exactly what’s going on. He heard that I’d take you jogging, so he probably assumed we were jogging because I wouldn’t go to that park alone when I could go to another one close by my house. He probably didn’t know that there were those guys there. Plus, he lets me handle things on my own. Even of those guys caught me, I would have gotten away or he’d come and fix things up. It’s not something to be worried about. I’m glad he’s giving me space to take care of myself, even if it’s job to follow me around twenty-four-seven, which you don’t want, ” She had reminded. She should stop defending Heath because it probably sound like she cared too much about him. They talked about him a lot. She just wanted to leave him out of the conversation, like leaving out Prim. As she was about to go out, Mase was saying things just like he would before.

After all these years, you’re still my pervert, ” She heavily sighed “If I stripped here than I wouldn’t have any clothes on for the rest of the day. You’d probably like that but we can do that when we get better and we’re not in a car but in a room. You’re lucky I love you or I would have given a slap for that comment. ” She didn’t mind as much as she did before though. It made him, him. There were just things that it was better not off changing because even the faults started not to become faults but just part of their personality that wouldn’t be the same if it wasn’t there. She came back from the mall and she found herself kissed on the cheek again.

I’m not adorable, ” She frowned “I doubt a girl who can kill someone is adorable. You’re really weird Mase. You’re welcome. It looks really nice on you. ” She grinned and then he mentioned something about his room. He didn’t keep that stuff did he?

You kept the stuff in that princess room makeover? ” She asked wide eyed “Damn.” That was a surprise. That was the last thing she did after she left. Still, she was pretty sure he’d want to get rid of it. Then she heard over the hideout in the woods. Well, she liked the wilderness, knew how to work in it, so she didn’t mind. But by hideout-did he mean place or did he mean camping?

We’re going to live in the woods like in prehistoric times? ” She dully asked. Well, Heath wouldn’t expect that. Especially since he saw her as some kind of spoiled up princess that couldn’t stand living anything smaller than her home. Once they arrived there she got out of the car. Nature was the best place to be.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 348d 22h 39m 46s
Mason understood that she couldnt change a thing. He knew it happened and that would make him feel like he wasnt special anymore. Yes she apologized and he accepted it, but the very fact was still there. She loved Heath too. And no matter how many times she told him that she loved him, there was always that doubt he was forced to live with. Her saying it over and over again just made that doubt shrink even more. And what was wrong if she told him she loved him? He loved hearing it. "I know. Im sorry. Im just being so paranoid after all that. Ill get over it soon enough I suppose" he ran his fingers through the back of his hair as he watched the city pass by. They had to get to somewhere safe, somewhere where Heath couldnt track her down.

"Well unfortunately it's not over. He knew we went jogging at the park yesterday. I wonder why he didnt stop those guys. But that means that he's following you everywhere. That's his job anyways even if you can protect yourself" he thought about where a tracker could be and he just hoped it wasnt under the skin. That would be an extreme invasion of privacy for her.

When she said she needed to completely strip, he felt a sudden urge to play along. "Well what's wrong with in here? Dale cant see you, only I can" he winked and just shrugged a bit. He would always perv on Charrie. Like Heath said. She was hott. BUt Dale did as he was told and he drove to the nearest mall, parking in the lot as they waited for Charrie.

When she returned, honestly Mason found her looking adorable. She was in a green hoodie that was a little too big for her. The dinosaur seemed to match her personality. He couldnt help but lean in to kiss her cheek. "You're always adorable. I dont know why. But thank you for the tiara my knight in shining armor" he laughed and shook his head. He kept that princess bedroom for a really long time. There were bits and pieces of it in his apartment too. YOu could say he was obsessed. "It goes with my room" he stuck out his tongue and draped his arm over her shoulders. "Dale take us to my hideout in the woods" he spoke softly.

This was where Mason would go and hand out with Mark and Vince when he was younger. It was a fully furnished tree house that was deep in the woods. Only he knew of it's whereabouts. It was mostly what he's spent his allowance on in high school.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 348d 23h 12m 3s
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