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From day one they’ve known each other. There were too many memories to keep tram of, not to mention some they couldn’t remember when they were toddlers. It was somehow comforting to know someone since you were born and being beside each other. She could remember filing Mason as kids and almost driving him crazy. She always knew Mason was smart and would go far, unlike her that didn’t focus on that as much. He could have done anything he wanted.

She knew he wouldn’t tell hell her parents about what she did to herself because he understood. His parents probably didn’t know after all. If they was that shocked to hear him talk, she felt slightly worried of things would have been if they didn’t meet each other again. It was just good that he started speaking to her. What would happen, if they really didn’t meant up though? Would she have bled herself to death and Mason drinking until he killed himself? The thoughts scared her more than anything. Maybe it would have end up differently. Maybe they would have moved on but for some reason she doubt she would be able to.

“I know you wouldn’t tell them. I just needed to say it. I can’t imagine if I didn’t back, how bad it would get,” She frowned. She just really hoped they’d get better and have to drop low to self harm. She still remained shocked that he slapped her than apologized. He was right, it did make her forget for a good time.

“Okay, it did work but I don’t know if it’ll work again,,” She sighed. At least she didn’t feel like a loser alone. They both made mistakes. He was right about one thing; she didn’t want to hurt him. It was only thankful that Mason wasn’t those typical alcoholics that threw bottles everywhere. That would be bad because than she’d have to find a way to stop him without injuring him-which would be hard.

“I do love you,” she smiled whispering. She was relieved that he changed it but then heard zombies. Evil hideous creatures with no mindset that just killed whatever they could reach. She held her breath. She really hated horror movies. She’d forced herself to watch some with Prim before and end up warding the house from evil spirits. She turned her head to him slowly with ice cold eyes.

“Then you shouldn’t have bought them in the first place. That’s a terrible excuse, you’re parents are rich.” She snickered “They’re going away Mase, just like the sharp objects. You’re on the same line as me.” It was only fair. Mason suddenly gasped and she noticed that her grip was really hard. It wasn’t her fault he choose a scary movie. She would avert her eyes every few seconds and bit her lip so hard she was sure it was going to bust. She noticed faults in the movie, there was over dramatic with their effects, terrible script and it was just plainly stupid! It was the same story all over again. There was a virus coming on and people start eating people and soon it spread and there are the survivors that have to join up.

“Ugh, this movie is so stupid. They’re doing it all wrong!” She whined and then a scary face popped up, dragging the person by the leg and starting to eat it, pull the leg until it was going to chop it off completely. She made a long whining sound and felt the horror rush into her. She grabbed Mason and held him tightly and just hid her face into his chest.

“Is that person dead yet? Is it gone?” She muttered and heard the sounds of the zombies and shivered. How can a movie be so stupid, yet scare her. It was probably because the faces were so hideous it made her want to go blind.

“Okay... I’m officially scared. We should start arming ourselves before something like that happens,” She suggested. Normally, these movies she made fun off and they’d go away but she’s never seen such hideous undead bodies.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 291d 8h 35m 20s
Mason would always believe in what she wanted to do. She aways had good intentions and he knew for a fact that even if she was in Russia nothing could changed her that much to shoot innocent people. He just didnt believe Prim. Charrie was the girl on top of his list, Prim was at the bottom. Way down considering what she said to him the past few minutes.

"Of course I believe in you Char. You always knew I would become a great scientist. I always knew you could direct a movie. Heck, I remember you shooting me wherever I went when we were kids. I didnt have any privacy" he laughed softly and he just sat on the couch beside her, his arm quickly wrapping around her once more. He hoped she didnt find it too annoying. He couldnt help it. He didnt want to see her leave, not even his side anymore.

"WHy on earth would I tell your parents. I mean...you wouldnt tell mine, although I think they know....they've been claiming that I have some illness, but I havent spoken to them in years, that's why they were so surprised to see me talking at that house. But dont worry. I wouldnt say a peep. You already know I wont break a secret. I mean...I didnt even break ours" he smiled, knowing she told the family of their relationship. But he was glad she did. Now they didnt have to hide.

But as he slapped her across the cheek, he wondered if it worked. She was probably distracted from the cutting and focused on wanting to hurt him. He knew he was risking his wellbeing, but he was already so weak and scrawny anyway. And hopefully she loved him enough to not hurt him. "Im sorry Char...I just thought it would work. And I think it did, considering all you're thinking about right now is me slapping you" he said proudly. He knew the consequences of what could of happened, but he also knew that Charrie wouldnt hurt him anymore. She loved him and he loved her. He was just trying to help. He knew she could take a simple slap from such a weak guy. "But you didnt Char. You didnt hurt me because you love me" he told her softly.

He saw her going pale when he changed the channel, knowing that paranormal movies were her weakness. She was always such a tough girl beating up the bad guys, but simple ghosts and demons scared her to death. He found it adorable, but funny at the same time. He debated whether to change it, because if she couldnt sleep for a week alone, he'd gladly fill her side. But then again, he also didnt want her being all paranoid. "Okay okay. Ill just put it to zombies" he flipped the channel and then she said she'd get rid of the alcohol. "NO! I mean...you cant...I bought that with my money....it'd be a waste!" he tried to come up with an excuse to keep it there. He'd wished she didnt tell him about it. Now he was worried.

But when she gripped his arm to the point of nearly crushing it, he gasped "Charrie! Let go. We're not watching paranormal okay. Just zombies. Im not that mean. It would be like when we hated each other" he snuggled into her side, resting his head on her shoulder as they watched the movie. He still wanted her to be closer to him at least. Maybe hide under his arm or something. That was exactly why he wanted a paranormal film. One of these wouldnt scare her. She'd just criticize everything.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 291d 15h 49m 58s
She rolled her eyes at his comment with a smirk. She bet he’d find her sexy in anything or in nothing. She never saw herself that way but she wasn’t in a guy’s mind after all. She got what he meant by saying that though. She was glad that he believed in her to be able to do it. If she wanted something done, she’ll get it done. If she got herself back to being here than she can follow her goals much more easily.

“Thanks for believing in me,” She smiled. She knew before she started everything, she should get her life in order first and stop injuring herself. As much as it scared Heath that night, it scared her and it seemed Mason looked scared of it himself. She couldn’t blame him. But she saw his drinking problem as a big threat too. How in the world where they going to solve each other’s problems when they couldn’t handle themselves? Maybe it’ll work.

“I know it’s bad. Just don’t tell my parents. Heath knows and I tried anti-depressants but I got irritated by them,” She admitted. She locked her mouth tight as he spoke. Heath told her it wasn’t her fault either but that didn’t stop her from believing it. Removing all the sharp objects was a good idea but it made her sound like some kind of child. Not that she could complain about it because she knew if she got depressed at a random time she’d cut. It would be bad. He paused for a second and listened to the last part. What in the world was he thinking? She could have just grabbed his hand and twisted it the wrong way before he slapped her but she didn’t. She knew he was just trying to help, yet it angered her. His hand smacking against her cheek fumed her with the rage. She should have mentioned she still wasn’t good with anger.

“You did not just slap me,” She whispered touching her cheek. He didn’t do it hard but she could still feel the small stinging. Honestly, he was so stupid for a guy working with chemicals.

“The issue is self harm, not abuse!” She exclaimed “I didn’t slap you when you I figured out your problem.” Then she claimed herself again remembering he was probably just trying to snap her out of it. It was a first that she let Mase actually inflict her. It wasn’t anything but still the first time. It did kind of shock her he actually had the guts to do it and that he actually slapped her.

“I can’t believe you just slapped me. I could have caught your wrist and sprain it,” She was stating a fact, not a threat. Then he told her he was doing just fine. She didn’t pick anything off about him yet so it so far remained to be true. They moved into the couch and he picked a paranormal film. The color was drained out of her skin. She can handle any movie, even the boring romantic ones than horror, especially paranormal. She wasn’t going to fall asleep-for three days.

“Mase, please don’t put this on. I won’t be able to sleep alone for a whole week. I’m serious. You know I freak out with paranormal stuff. I’ll start crying in the middle of the night and go paranoid that the demon is out to get me,” She admitted the full blown truth of her fear. She really hated these kind of stuff. She didn’t know why she was afraid of the monsters under her bed she was. Men with guns? Sure. Ghosts or Demons out to devour her? She’d rather die. He didn’t seem to be listening and she was already scared. She then saw him opening the bottle and drank it down.

“ For your own good, I’m going to throw out those boxes in the fridge tomorrow. And If I suspect your drinking too much, I’ll give you a wakeup call. Now can you please, for god sakes change the movie?” She half begged. She never begs. Then she was notching that she was gripping onto his arm so tightly that it hurt her muscles.


Going to sleep
  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 291d 16h 21m 25s
"I guess you're right. It has been both ways. Using my body as shield really works doesnt it" he shook his head and had a smirk on his lips as he pictured the thought of the two of them getting married just like their mother's wanted. He could see it all happening. A lovely church, Charrie walking down the aisle to meet him. But there was a small chance of that happening. But at least there was a chance. Now that she was back and well trained, he didnt have to worry about Heath getting in between them. And now she could live with him too. That meant more time for their relationship to grow. Who knew where they would be in ten years at this rate. But when she said she'll change her mind, he grinned. At least there was a possibility of that too.

WHen she started talking about her dreams, he smiled at the thought of her becoming a film maker. He could always see Charrie behind a camera. Even as kids she would pretend to shoot him while he played around in the backyard. "I can see you as a full time director and a part time martial arts teacher. A sexy one at that" he told her, knowing she could do it. She could really set her mind to anything she wanted. She always had so much determination.

But seeing the scratches and cuts on her arms scared him. He didnt know what she was capable of doing to herself. WHy did she have to cut? WHy couldnt she have just become an alcoholic like him. "Charrie. I know that what you did was hard. What else were you supposed to do? I know you dont kill innocent people on purpose and for no reason. You did what you had to do and there was no other choice. It's okay. Just please dont blame yourself. ANd Im keeping all the sharp objects away. If you need to hurt yourself...maybe I can do this" he pulled his hand back and slapped her across the cheek. He didnt do it that hard, and he didnt want to hurt her, but he had to snap her out of it. This was much better than cutting!

"Im alright. Ill do much better if there wasnt boxes of alcohol in the fridge, but now that you mention it. Let's watch the movie" he headed into the kitchen, grabbing two bottles of beer before sitting down. He turned on the tv, looking for a movie, soon stopping at a scary, paranormal film. He then opened his bottle and began drinking in satisfaction.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 291d 16h 53m 51s
She’s always known that Mason feared her from beating him down. It was really funny when she thought about it. The things they did were so childish. Now, they were protecting each other. Even if Mason didn’t know how to fight like her, he’s helped out. Hell, he took a bullet for her.

“Well, so far it’s been both ways. You stopped that bullet from hitting me. You protected me,” She reminded. Then she could see his smile change at her teasing. They were both just joking around about it. Their mom’s always pressuring them to grow up and get married since they were born. They were joking about it, right? Could it ever happen? Of course her mother’s dream was a dream so it couldn’t happen. She learned the hard way of what she thought was going to end up like fairytale ending end up that they split up for so long. No need to bring any hope of it. Besides, it made her slightly nervous that it could actually happen.

“Maybe, I’ll change my mind,” She smirked and listened to his suggestion. It sounded like a good idea. She knew that if she wanted to make a movie, she’d have to spend a year on it. She desperately wanted to make her own movie, ever since she was so young. She loved stories and she loved happy endings even if they couldn’t exist in the real world. She also liked the idea of teaching martial arts. She was good at that and it would be fun.

“Both sounds fun... I’ll do both. A movie has a lot of process to go through before it’s actually developed,” She mentioned. Choosing her career was completely out of her mind while she was Heath. She knew she wanted to do film but it slipped away after all that happened. That was her dream. To make a whole story and make it real. Then as the happiness died off to mention what she was doing to herself. She barely could breathe mentioning it. When Heath found out, he scared the shit out of her. He yelled at her and gave some life lessons and it only made things worse. Although, she knew that Heath was deathly worried about her there, he was in panic and cared for her. He eventually did talk to her calmly about it and comforted her instead of yelling. She looked down at her wrists as he began. She felt as if her stomach was gone.

“I know...” She muttered and looked up at him. She was glad that he wasn’t going to react the same way as Heath. She knew it was wrong.

“I still feel like I did something wrong. I threatened this man in front of his kids. I can’t forgive myself and not to mention I shot people. I felt nothing during the day but then it came all back and I started cutting. I didn’t like to hear you were drinking a lot either. I don’t know what’s exactly worse. Me cutting or you drinking...” She spoke. She allowed him hold her arm and touched the healing cuts. Her whole arm was ruined and she didn’t know if she was going to do it again. She almost did today but she had no blade.

“As long as I don’t have something sharp around me, I should be fine. And how about you...? How are you dealing with it?” She asked because she cared about him. He was right about her resting more but she didn’t want to stay around.

“Yea... I guess so. I’ll let you pick the movie this time. I’m sorry I had to show you that,” She sighed.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 291d 17h 23m 16s
Mason knew that they were unlike any ordinary couple. He knew that since day one when they were at war. Together they were so different form others, no one would even expect their relationship to work. He was the cook and she wast the fighter? You tell that to someone and when they took a glance at the two of them, it was far from believable. But she wanted to marry him for his cooking, so he didnt mind that at all. For him, he didnt want to depend on his parents anymore. He didnt want to depend on anyone. All he wanted was to be alone ever since Charrie left. No one needed to talk to him or come near him. Even living with Prim was hard enough. She did take him to many bars to cheer him up. Now that he thought about it....she was only making things worse for him. He couldnt believe that she would be so selfish. She was ruining everyone else's lives just because she wasnt happy herself.

When Charrie said she was his damsel in distress, he chuckled and kissed her cheek "I dont mind. I was always scared of you beating me up ever since high school. That's why when I made a plan or tricked you on something, I usually ran away. It's nice to have some protection now" he smiled but that smile faded when she said she was rich and she could simply afford her own cook. His eyes glanced down a little as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Aww, I was looking forward to the marriage" he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her onto his lap as he thought of what she could do. "Well you were majoring in film. You can try to make a movie or you can maybe teach a martial arts class?" he wondered, unsure if she was good with kids or not.

But when he mentioned the beach, he watched her pull away slightly. "What's wrong?" he looked worried. WHy was she afraid of the beach. He was unsure of what she was trying to say. Dressing like it was cold? WHy would she do that? BUt as she revealed her cute, his eyes widened to see her arms covered in them. Why in the world was she hurting herself. Did this have something to do with what Prim was saying? Or was it because she couldnt come home to see him?

"Charrie? WHy in the world...." he began to say. But then he thought of himself. He was killing himself with alcohol. She did the same thing, but in a more physical way. ANd both were considerably addicting. "Charrie. Dont do this anymore. You cant hurt yourself. You didnt do anything wrong. It hurts me to see you like this" he frowned and held her arm in his hands. Taking in a deep breath, he pressed his lips to her healing wounds. "I dont want you to ever punish yourself" he sighed softly. "Maybe we can just stay here. Watch a movie on the couch or something. I dont want to tire you out. Plus you just got off the plane. YOu should rest more"
  ellocalypse / 6y 291d 17h 50m 53s
The way he made it sound seemed as if their roles were supposed to be switched. The woman would cook and the man would go out. Not in her life. She liked to have the upper hand and get out of there. It was still amusing though. She was used to Heath having to save her ass and being the damsel in distress-which she hated. She wasn’t that type of girl but end up being it because Heath happened to be so much more skilled than her.

“Yup, you’re my damsel in distress now,” She joked. She had been noticing that he held her so close like he was afraid of losing her. They weren’t this close back three years ago. Did being apart for so long make them a lot closer? It seemed like it. She didn’t mind it. She liked his hands being there but it also gave her memories of that night when they slept with each other. They moved pretty fast within those days to make up for the years they had war.

“You’re right. I’m rich and could hire a cook. I take back what I said about marrying you. Speaking of money... I should start thinking about what I’m going to do.” She mostly thought to herself. She had no idea. She’ll figure it out eventually. She always came up with something. There wasn’t much limit considering her parents were rich and money did a lot of things. She didn’t just want to live out of her parent’s money though. She wasn’t that spoiled. She shouldn’t have take Prim’s words to heart at all. Listening her was just giving Prim the satisfaction. She was just glad she was going to be gone, for now. It seemed the girl always found her way to annoy them.

She leaned into Mason knowing he was right. She wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t even worth a single breath, yet she let it out like it mattered so much about Prim’s thought. To think that she’d be grateful for Charrie helping her out so much in life. Being near Mason, felt like she was being protected but it was funny because she was the fighter. She liked the idea of being somewhere together but then he mentioned about the beach. She pulled herself away from him slightly and was unsure to say it.

“Mase, I can’t go to the beach if it’s heading out into the water and it would look weird if I dressed like it’s cold,” She slowly dragged her words. She really didn’t want to mention it but she was pretty sure she already knew everything that was going on with him, it was only fair. She rolled up her sleeves to reveal bunch of cuts. It made her sick to see them.

“It’s healing up but I can’t go out like this. I don’t really do it anymore or at least not that it’s deep as the others. Until these ugly things I did, go away I can’t go. It’s embarrassing.” She bit her bottom lip feeling her stomach sink in. She wondered what he thought. It was so wrong for her to do this to herself. She harmed herself like he did with alcohol. Heath only knew beforehand and she couldn’t think if her parents knew. They’d sent her straight to therapy and rehab. She really didn’t like the idea.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 291d 18h 25m 8s
Mason had a huge grin on his face the entire time she ate. He was just so thankful that someone like her could appreciate his work. It may have involved his work a few times, but he would never exchange hydrochloric acid for water, or anything like that. That would be bad. He made sure to keep his chemicals buried into the back lab behind his closet. He had to be washed off and cleaned before he could leave the lab. That way, his chemicals wouldnt get anywhere else. And that way, he wouldnt accidentally kill someone with extreme poison.

"Marry me? Well I dont see why not. I mean, I can cook and in return you can protect my life. That would be a great team you know. My food could keep your strength up and if we're ever in danger, you could always protect us" he smiled and kept his arm around her waist. It was sort of like a habit for him now. He didnt ever want to lose Charrie again, so his arm was always wrapped around her waist. He didnt think about it consciously, but it did occur to him a few times that he kept doing it. Either way, it was a boyfriendish thing to do and he was proud to call someone like her, his girlfriend.

Mason knew her pretty well at least the old her. SHe spoke her mind without hesitation. He always got the sentence 'I hate you' so if she said his food was good, then that meant that it was to her. And that put a smile on his face because she even wanted to marry him for it. "But it also doesnt matter too darling. You're rich. If you wanted you could hire a cook? I just didnt want anyone around me. Only Dale" he shrugged and looked up at Prim.

He hated this girl so much. WHy couldnt she just leave he two of them alone. THey had done nothing but made her happy those few years back. And all she did was ruin their lives. "Prim! We havent done anything to you. We only tred to make your life happy. WHy the hell are you ruining our lives! Just get the hell out of here!" he said angrily. He knew that both he and Charrie were suffering inside from their problems. He didnt need someone blurting it out to them. THey knew what they did and they were regretting it. They didnt need her rubbing it into their faces.

But it was too late. Charrie began blowing up in her face and he felt like she deserved more. Charrie didnt need to go all the way. She just needed to get what she wanted to say out. "Hey. Shh, its okay. She's not worth it. SHe's not worth shit. I dont even know why I dated her those years ago" he frowned and pecked another kiss on her cheek. "Come on Char, let's go somewhere just the two of us. Maybe to the beach? Somewhere relaxing and peaceful. I think we both need some time off and together"
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 291d 19h 3m 49s
“It’s really good,” She had to admit “You’re much better than Heath I can tell you that.” After all, she’s always had a personal chef at her own mansion and lived like that. She knew what was good to her taste buds. If it wasn’t for her fear of becoming unhealthy, she would have emptied her whole house fridge through the years and not even worry about being fat. It was a good thing she didn’t though.

“I think I might just consider marrying you because you can cook. I’m sure any other guy that wants to go further won’t know to cook and expect me to do it. It’s safe to say that I’ll kill him accidently,” She smiled largely. Mason won real big brownie points for actually cooking something that tasted good. If she didn’t like it, she’ll bluntly admit it. She was mostly a straight forward person and that sometimes caused a problem. She had it enough with Prim and then she continued. She didn’t think it was fair that she would nail these things down on them when she’s done nothing. They’ve been through so much, yet the girl sat on her high horse. She had no right to call them that, even if they partially true.

She froze into place as Prim continued to talk. Those words that she even told herself. She blamed herself for what she did that even if it was protection, they could have died. It was her fault. These thoughts were the thoughts that got her to be so depressed and then the thought of not seeing Mason made matters much worse. If she let those thoughts run into her head again, she’ll start seriously injuring herself again and she didn’t want that. She worked hard to stop, along with Heath helping her out. She slowly turned her head toward Prim with so much hatred in her. Only that man that put her in danger received the glare she was giving now.

“Shut the fuck up! You don’t know shit Prim! You try being separated from your family, boyfriend and then have to kill or be killed! And as for why you stayed with Mason, and made him worse; watch karma bite you in the ass. I hope you fucking get raped, and burned alive, because maybe that will snap you out of it bitch,” She burst out with anger. She couldn’t control it. If she let it all release out though, she would have grabbed Prim and-she then stopped the rush of thoughts coming in. She wasn’t like that. She had to calm herself down before doing something drastic. Mason then remembered she won’t be holding a gun any longer and she wasn’t in danger. There was no survival mode here. She didn’t think he’d harm people when he was drunk but it bothered to hear that he did get drunk. How many times exactly? She felt herself calm down when he kissed her.

“You’re right...” She muttered and heavily breathed out “I’m sorry I snapped like that. I might go after Prim later on and chop her hair off though. She doesn’t have any right to say that or even call us that. You may be an alcoholic, anti-social but that was part of her fault too because she made us start a war between each other and wasted years on it. Maybe it could have end up differently. But she’s sort of right about me. I’m selfish and I’m spoiled and I did kill people to save my own ass weather it was to protect myself or not...” She closed her eyes for a minute and then put on a light smile “Alright. I’m better. What do you want to do?”

  Alice Everchant / Lexxiia / 6y 291d 19h 24m 9s
Mason just watched her, smiling at her adorable cuteness at the way she thought about what he said those many years ago. He wanted to be with her after they slept together. That night was one of the best nights he's ever had. How could he not go after her after that. "It's okay Char. Ill just ask you again. And since you've already called me your boyfriend, then I think that settles it. Im your boyfriend!" he chuckled and held the fork up to her lips. When she took a bite, his eyes stared into hers, wanting to see what she would do. Was it good enough? Did all the spices match well with each other? Or did he add too much sodium chloride?

When he saw the large smile on her face, he knew he did a great job. "Is it tasty?" he always cooked for her. Even back at the apartment, his mother and hers would always tell him to cook for her since she didnt know how to. And her creations nearly blew up the house. When he took a bite, he grinned at the taste, smiling up at her as he licked his lips. It was perfect. He was glad what he made for her put a smile on her face. And tummy.

BUt when Prim spoke, he felt even more down. What she said really made him feel terrible. Charrie didnt want him to be an alcoholic and clearly he was. He hadnt given it up yet. He was shivering sometimes just to grab a bottle. But Mason knew what she said struck keep in Charrie. He didnt really know what she meant, but he did know that she killed people in Russia. Only to protect herself though. She was right. One couldnt tell if the shots killed people or not. You would only aim for the enemy in that situation.

"Or you can call it whatever you want Charrie. You're a murderer. You've killed people. Innocent people at that to save your own skin. YOu're selfish and spoiled. THat's what's wrong with you" she grabbed the last of her things and headed out the door in a little hurry. She knew that Charrie could hurt her and she just wanted to make it out alive with getting her point across.

Mason blinked at her tough question. "I dont think the world should be worried about us Char. You're not a target anymore. You wont be holding a gun. And I dont harm people when IM drunk unless they give me a reason to. I think we're fine for now. We have each other and that's all that matters!" he kissed her cheek softly and closed the gap, missing her beside him. Missing her warmth and touch. He loved her so much.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 291d 19h 49m 52s
“I don’t remember hearing the exact word but I have terrible memory,” She shrugged. They had to leave each other and couldn’t do much more after. God, how hard she tried to fight Heath to get back. Her old self was weak and didn’t want to follow up to her decision. Charrie learned living around Heath that the right decision had to be done weather she hated it or knew it would tear her apart. Following up to the right decision is what saved her life, after all. But, it made her wonder if they didn’t separate... What would have happened? Would one of them be dead by now? She had bunch of what if’s and she’ll never be able to know.

“I know you would,” She laughed. Everything that he did for her proofed it. He really did a lot for her. He put his life on the life for her and knew when they had to stay apart. It was still a new concept of being here with him. It was like opening up into a whole new world. It was like the time where they ended the war and made up. Sadly, that was shortly lived. She hoped this one will last long. They deserved it after all. She ate the meat on the fork and just giggled at the amazing feeling in her. She called them sick. So, what if they were? A negative plus a negative made a positive. She least knew that much of math. She heard the last part about being a inhumane murder. She didn’t like that.

“Hey! There’s no telling if the bullets kill them or not!” She defended. Technically, she did shot those people but she didn’t go for a kill shot. If they died they must have died because no one came to rescue them or bled to death. It wasn’t her fault. She had to do whatever needed to be done to protect herself. That’s why it was called an act of self defense. She rolled her eyes as Prim moved on. She didn’t believe Prim had any right to call her names. She may have not got into it personally, but calling that marked her.

“We’re two screwed up people as lovers. Should the world be worried?” She asked. The world could fuck itself if it wanted to separate them again. She’d fight the world if she had to. She became stronger than before. If any danger came in the way, she’d be able to think on her own. She doubted it would come back though. She finished eating and stared at Mason for the longest time. He really was there.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 291d 20h 37m 16s
Mason had the table set up with two plates. He didnt really offer Prim anything because she was just always did her own thing. SHe didnt really care about him at all. She didnt even help him find Charrie. SHe was just occupying the space and waiting for Charrie to come home so that she could see that she had Mason. That was her only reason. Maybe she really did use to like Mason, but that was long gone. He never felt any emotion from her. Only lust when CHarrie was around. Other than that, there was no need to call her anything, not even friend after she's done to them.

When she mentioned the fact that her father was didnt even know where she was, he sighed sadly, shaking his head. "Im sorry about using those things on him. But dont worry. Im a professional. The sleeping gas and smoke gas have no harm to the individual. It's just to keep them occupied while I snoop around" he tried to tell her. He had no intention of hurting her father permanently. Of course he didnt like her father, but he wouldnt ruin anything to end their relationship. "I wasted all that time chasing after something that wasnt even there...." he glanced at her and bit his lip. "It was still my best chance of finding you..." he told her, watching her eyes settle on the food.

Then he could see it. All his work finally paying off. She was right there just smiling that grin he loved so much. HE could tell she was loving the look of this food. He guessed the only thing she'd been eating were packs of military food or airplane food. As she embraced him, he hugged his arms around her, chuckling for the first time in ages. He looked at the meal and pointed "GO ahead. Dig in" he relaxed a little in his seat until she spoke.."I did ask you. In the car before you left me. I asked if I could be your boyfriend" he heard her agree and he grinned. "Im your boyfriend!" he kissed her lips and nodded before starting to eat his food. He hadnt cooked food like this in such a long time. He didnt even think he could remake it again. But everything was going so well with CHarrie.

But as Prim came out, he felt even more insecure. The 'pee' was probably his chemicals...and rotting flesh...probably meant the last three years of him just lying around. He tried to ignore her, placing the food slowly in his mouth. Charrie's words were extremely harsh. He could see the distressed look on Prim's face. Yes she did deserve it, but maybe this would teach her a lesson. THe embrace surprised him though. He wasnt expecting CHarre to just pull him into a kiss. His eyes fluttered closed and he kissed her lips, his hands holding her waist. SHe knew just what to do to get him so turned on and to get her attention. He didnt even care if Prim was standing right there. He wanted more of Charrie. Leaning his head back, he let out a soft moan, smiling up at her. "Mmm, w-wow! You know I'd do anything for my girlfriend" he grabbed some of his mean onto a fork and held it up to her lips. PRim was outraged. He could see it in her eyes as she glared at the two. "You two are just sick. I hope you're happy with you're alcoholic and I hope that you're happy with your inhumane murderer!" she pointed to Mason then Charrie before she carried a few of her things to her car.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 291d 21h 2m 33s
That was the craziest thing she ever heard. Mason a chemical weapons creator wasn’t something she expected but also something that would make sense. They’ve been at war with each other; why not create things for war? When he heard that he used it on her father she just stood there wide eyed. She didn’t like to hear that he’s been using stuff like that on her dad. Normally, it would be ‘no duh’ because it was them with their fathers against each other but now it sounded crazy. She decided to let it off because he only did that so he could find her.

“My dad didn’t know where we were exactly either,” She promised him “That’s why you couldn’t find anything.” She didn’t know if her dad knew which country they were until now. After the sleep, things seemed to turn well.

“I know but at least you’re smiling now,” She pointed. At least that changed. She was enjoying this and her mood was lighter than before. Normally Charrie didn’t like surprises because usually they were never with good intentions. This one probably was a good surprise though. Once she finished cleaning she came back and saw gorgeous food. And so, he must have got better at cooking through the years. That would be helpful. She won’t ever have to be in the kitchen ever again if things went right. She was just grinning happily wanting the food more than Mason at the moment. Then she embraced her and she just loved him for it and then heard the last part. Oddly, it was true she couldn’t cook to save her life. Actually, it probably endangered her life. Although, did he just call her ‘my girlfriend ’ ? She bit her lip gently and held everything in.

“You should ask me to be your girlfriend before you call me your girlfriend but okay, I’m up for it. As long as I get to call you my boyfriend,” She smiled and then kissed him quickly on the lips “Thanks for the food.” It wasn’t until Prim started to talk that she caught Charrie’s attention. Charrie really didn’t even want to hear her voice. Hearing Prim’s voice gave her homicidal thoughts of knocking her out with a bat or much worse. She raised an eyebrow at get a room part.

“Okay, Prim. Technically this is in a room. You must be dying that you can’t win against me. I have a better life than you, I have Mason, I’m rich and what are you? You’re just some pathetic insecure little girl that is going to die on her own in the end,” Charrie smirked. Her words were harsh and she knew it but she didn’t care either. She lost all care in the world for people she saw as an enemy. She raise her head over to Mason and kissed him passionately, wrapping her arms around him and then her kisses moved down his neck. She knew this was torturing Prim but she was also doing this for herself. She liked touching him, kissing him and being this close. It gave her butterflies. She then released and smiled at Mason “Really, thanks for the food and letting me stay here.” She sat down on the chair and felt as if she hasn’t eaten for a long time. Airplane food sucks... When there was a meal, she was free to look like a kid. She ate it up.

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 291d 21h 35m 57s
Mason smiled and he sat beside her, deciding to tell her what his job was. He reached over, holding her hands in his as he thought of a good way to explain it. "Well Im actually a chemical weapons creator. I...um, make all of those weapons that the US uses when fighting in wars. You know all of the chemical weapons, like smoke bombs, grenades, sleeping gas.....things like that. Occasionally they ask me to even make some bombs, but it's stuff I used to make when I was trying to find you. I made some distractions so I could take a peek at your dad's office, maybe I could've found something that led me to you, but there was nothing" he sighed a little and just leaned down to kiss her forehead.

The rest of the day was running smoothly. Since it was saturday, he didnt have to work until monday, so he was actually able to relax. And it was the first time in such a long time that he was able to cook for someone other than himself. He honestly felt better. Charrie was getting him to talk more, so that was a plus. And Prim was almost moved out. When he shuffled through the kitchen, he decided to make some spiced chicken and salad for the two of them. Maybe Charrie might be hungry after that long flight back home. And just doing something for her just felt so good. In the past he wouldnt even lift a thing for her. Not even hand her the remote, he hated her so much. But now he was cooking for her. It was amazing.

He started chopping the chicken, starting to separate the drumsticks as he covered them with his secret spice blend that he he'd been experimenting with since back at the apartment. He then grilled them in a pan and made a side salad to go with it. Hopefully Charrie liked it. Even though it's been a while, he hoped he was still a good cook.

When he heard Charrie's voice, he peeked out over the counter to see her. "Hey you. Im glad you're well rested" he said with a grin. "I only shaved. I doubt Im over anything" he continued grilling the chicken on the pan. "You wash up. I've got a surprise for you when you get out here" he finished cooking the chicken and began plating everything. Once it was all down, he set it down on the table, turning around to hug his arms around her. "Of course it's for you. I know my girlfriend cant cook to save her life" he mentioned slowly. It was so weird to call her his girlfriend. Were they still that close. Was it okay for him to call her that? He didnt know, so he gave it a shot.

As he held her, Prim was walking back and forth moving her things. "Oh please. Get a room already. Im so glad to be leaving this terrible place. It's disgusting. It smells like pee and rotting flesh!" she commented.
  Mason Clint / ellocalypse / 6y 291d 22h 11m 39s
“What exactly is your job?” She raised an eyebrow “I know it involves chemistry but that’s just about it.” Then he responded to her question about Jake. She was glad to hear that Jake probably moved on because she didn’t mean to make him upset about what she did three years back. Right now, he was long gone. She just wanted to make sure that she wasn’t the result of another bad result.

She woke up a little later and opened her eyes to see that she wasn’t still Russia. Even though there were a lot of bad times there, there were some that weren’t as bad. Where they stayed was pretty beautiful but otherwise, it was just an emotional rollercoaster. She hated rollercoaster’s in reality or anything to do with machines that went upside down while only one strap held you down. For a long minute she just lay in her own thoughts. It was all over now. She didn’t have to worry about not being able to come back. She heavily sighed and stood up on her feet. Then she moved around until she found Mason in the kitchen. It reminded her of the mornings they had. It seemed everything that they were doing today set her back memories of the last days they spent together, only excluding some things.

“Hey,” She suddenly spoke out and then poked out to see his face and then smiled “It looks like you’re already over it.” She knew he wasn’t but wanted to say it anyway. She leaned against the kitchen counter and then noticed a little bit of blood at the tips of her nails. She pulled it back quickly knowing that she probably accidently scratched herself while she was asleep. Cutting her nails seemed like a good idea.

“Be right back,” She announced and found the washroom and washed off her hands and glanced at her wrist to see two scratches. They were small and she knew she was getting much better since two weeks ago. She then arrived back and stretched out her arms from just waking up.

“I hate long flights.” She declared. She moved right beside him, bumping him gently and then kissing him on the cheek “But it was worth it. And that food there better for me Mase, as long as it doesn’t contain poison.”

  Charrie Danny Snow / Lexxiia / 6y 291d 22h 47m 14s
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