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"Well, you two made up pretty quickly." Cameron was standing in the door way, leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face. I lifted myself onto my arms and squinted against the light coming from the window behind me.
I looked around and then to the floor where I saw Mason asleep, his hand resting on his chest and his head turned to the side away from me.
I huffed, sitting up further and running my hand through my hair to smooth the mess I'd created from sleeping on the couch.
I lifted my finger to my lips and gestured for him to follow me as I stepped over Mason on the floor. I pulled Cam into the bathroom and closed the door softly behind me careful not to wake Mason.
"We haven't made up. How can you make up when you haven't broken up? Besides you need to be with someone to break up with them." I ranted, looking in the mirror and groaning at the mascara blotches around my eyes that made me look like a panda.
"What has he not told me Cam? He came in here a couple of hours after I arrived and was looking for you. I-" I brought my fists to my hair, tugging at the roots.
Cam sighed and rubbed his eyes in frustration. What the hell did he have to be frustrated about?
"What did you guys talk about last night?"
"Not much... he said that I shouldn't be with Lucas and that I should be with him but he didn't know how. I dont know, it's all so confusing." I groaned, I should be the one frustrated, I have a reason to be frustrated!
"Well, you shouldn't be with Lucas." He replied, stating as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, like butter goes on bread or that cottage cheese shouldn't be a cheese or that pineapple should be on pizza.
"But why!? No one will tell me why!" I exclaimed, my hands reaching out to him as if he would give me the answer in a pretty pink package.
Just then, the door opened to Mason looking confused and me ready to strangle Cameron with my outstretched hands.
"Uh, can I use the bathroom?" he asked, his brows crinkling in confusion and his lip turning up a little at the corners as he took in the image in front of him.
I weave around Mason not looking him in the eye as I strode past and when the door was finally closed, I turned on Cameron again.
"Cameron please tell me, what's going on? I'm so confused." I said weakly, sitting down on the couch with my head in my hands.
Cameron sighed before sitting down beside me and taking my hands in his.
"Ashley, Mason's life when he was younger was rough, to say the least. He's had a hard time attaching himself to people. His mum and dad were never home - literally never home; his dad was half way across the country with his new wife and his mum was off doing someone new every weekend. He had to be a parent for his younger sister at the age of twelve. It took me a long time to break down that wall Ash, and when I did I saw a broken man. He gets scared of attaching himself to anyone because every time he does... he loses them." I stared at the floor taking in every word, a squeezing feeling in my chest from the paint that Mason must've gone through.
"Well, well, well, looks like you know everything now." Cam and I snapped our heads up to see Mason standing near the couch. My sharp intake of breath got caught in my throat and the burning pain brought tears to my eyes, but I ignored them and got to my feet to walk over to him.
I reached up and put my arms around his neck, my hand weaving into the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him close, putting my chin onto his shoulder.
His hands made their way to my waist and he pushed me back. I stared up at him confused and pained. I was trying to comfort him and he pushes me away? His mouth was open slightly making his lips protrude a little in a pout. His eyes were torn between betrayal and pain and I wanted to kiss the emotions from his face.
I reached my hand up to cup his jaw but he stopped me, looking away before walking out the door leaving Cameron and I alone in an awkward silence.
Cameron was sitting on the couch pinching his nose between his forefinger and thumb.
"Well, what do we do now?" I asked, as a tear fell from my eye and I brushed it away before he could see.
He sighed deeply and stood to his feet, walking to his chest of drawers to pull out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.
"You can be out of my apartment by noon seeing as you have a class at one and it is currently ten, and I," he moved around me to the door. "I am going back to Mel's before realises that I've actually not gone down to my car to fetch clothes.
I scrambled to get my stuff before running out the door and down to the garage.
I drove back home taking all the short cuts to get there faster so I could shower, change and have something to eat before running to uni. I ticked everything that I needed to do off in my head:
1. Lit paper
2. Talk to Mason - kind of.
3. Reduce tension between Mason and myself - I think it just got worse.
4. Fill Mel in on everything - retracted. It seems she has more time for Cameron than me.
I pulled into the garage in record timing, and saw that Masons bike was here. Jeez.
Huffing and groaning I rolled out of the drivers seat and walked lazily to the stairs. Sticking my keys into the lock, I hoped that when I pushed open the door to the apartment it would reveal itself to be an alternate universe where there was no boy trouble and everyone got along. No such luck. It was still the same apartment, except instead of Mason being in his usual spot on the couch his door was closed and he was no where to be seen.
I tip toed into the hall and softly shut the door behind me. Did I not want him to know I was here? I dont know. I think I just wanted to avoid the confrontation.
Instead of going to my room first, I went straight to the shower. The glass already had water droplets covering the surface meaning Mason had come and home and done the same thing I was planning to do. I jumped into the stream of steaming water but it did nothing for the tension that sat in my shoulders even though I was in there for a solid ten minutes. I only left when the water turned cold and my hands went numb.
Wrapping the towel around my body and brushing my hair out, I pulled my long brown hair into a bun as best I could seeing as it was still wet and stuck to my hands like no tomorrow.
I opened the door careful and stepped out shutting it behind me as quit as I could, but as I went to move I was pulled back by my towel. Something was holding me there and when I turned around to see who or what was tugging on my towel there was no Mason behind me, but the edge of my towel was caught in the door. I pulled on it but it wouldn't budge. I tried to push the door open but the towel had jammed it shut.
Shit.
I pulled and pushed for what felt like eternity but this towel had other ideas. I whined on the spot and stomped my foot like a little child.
"Mason." I whined, knocking on his door as best I could from where I was standing. When he answered the door he stepped out only wearing a towel around his hips that hung low showing off his abs an the V that every girl dreams of.
I had to mentally prepare myself to pull my eyes away from the sight in front me and meet my eyes to his confused and concerned ones.
"What are you doing?" his was voice was frustrated as he shook his hair landing water drops on my face.
"My towel is stuck." I cried, emphasising the pickle I was in by leaning back in my towel at a 45-degree angle showing him how stuck I was seeing as I didn't even need to hold onto it for it to keep me upright.
His scowl turned into a smirk before a snort of laughter erupted from his lips. I glared at him.
"Did you think of opening the door, sweetheart?" He smirked, as he pushed on the door to realise that I was in fact stuck for life and most likely to be left to rot in the one place. Gasp and faint.
"What the hell have you done?" He asked, as his brows pulled together and he examined the situation.
"You know, I thought it would be fun to get stuck in a door virtually naked. It was my plan all along." I said sarcastically. Apparently the only thing he took from that sentence was 'naked' because his eyes wondered down my towel to my legs where his eyes lingered.
"Hey, eyes up here buddy!" I smacked his bare arm and pointed to my eyes.
"Okay, okay, fine. Look, I'm gonna pull and you push on the door." He grasped the edge of the towel that was stuck and prepared himself to yank it free as I prepared to push on the door as hard as I could.
"Okay. One. Two. Three!" He yelled as he pulled and I pushed and my towel came free. From both the door and my body.
Double shit.
We both stared at the towel in Masons hand, our mouths hanging open gawking at what had just happened. We looked back it each other still in shock. What Mason did next was definitely not what I expected him to do.
Thinking quickly, he whipped his towel off and wrapped it around me as I brought my arms to my chest. He wrapped it around me so I was covered and pressed his arms on my back before awkwardly looking down at himself.
"I didn't think this through." He groaned, tilting his head back in annoyance. I snorted and he laughed, a true smile making his way onto his face as he looked down at me, his eyes crinkling a little at the sides.
And because it's us and we have some of the worst luck ever, an unexpected guest decided to open the door.
Cameron. For God's Sake!
"What the hell! What is wrong with both of you!" He yelled as he turned around and left as soon as he'd come.
I rested my forehead on Masons chest and he laughed, mumbling something about having a lot of explaining to do.