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It took Mason two weeks to get over his initial bout of flu, and by the next week, all he had was the sniffles and a cough.
We hadn't mentioned the doctor situation again but when I offered to get Mason's second prescription of antibiotics made up he refused to let me go, taking my Jeep and going himself leaving me without transport and a grumpy attitude.
In the two weeks of watching movies in bed with him, I hadn't actually been focusing on the plots more focusing on ways for me to get Mason the money for his sister.
It came to me that I should get dad to somehow employ him in his business. Mason was good with numbers and I knew dad would never say no to helping someone out. So, when Mason was getting our dinner from the Chinese place I took the opportunity to call dad.
"Hi sweetheart, how are you?" he answered in his usual cheerful tone.
"Yeah I'm good thanks, dad, I do need to ask a favour though."
I went on to explain - or fib - how Mason was looking for a job and was struggling to find something that would allow him to keep up with his studies. I explained that I didn't want Mason to know that I'd asked for this and if there was anything that Dad could give him that paid well and allowed him to work from home. I also made it very clear that dad should just call Mason and offer him with no mention of this conversation or any kind of help from me.
He ummed and ahhed about it before telling me that there were some old files lying around that needed to be sorted and broken down into year by year averages - I kinda zoned out when he brought up the details - but I said it was perfect and when I heard Mason's keys in the door I had to quickly say goodbye and thank him profoundly in the space of .3 seconds.
"Was that Mel complaining about Cameron leaving the seat up again?" He chuckled, setting the containers on the bench and beginning to unpack them.
"Yeah, she's getting sick of it." I laughed, avoiding his eyes and making my way straight to the boxes of food, ignoring him and attempting to hide my lies.
"What time do you have uni tomorrow?" He asked, his voice a little croaky as he pinched my green beans from the top of my container.
"I'm not going, I'll just watch my lectures online. It's still too cold and I need to catch up anyway."
"Since when do you skip school?" He asks, feigning shock as he nudges my arm and I take my box to the floor in front of the couch.
"Since it's too cold and I need to catch up," I say a little too bluntly than I meant. He gave me a confused look and opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by his phone ringing.
He stared at like it was a bomb about to go off before asking, "Why is your dad calling me?"
I shrugged, watching my noodles intently as to not give myself away.
"Hello, Mason speaking," I rolled my eyes at how formal he was being and pretended I wasn't paying close attention to his muffled words as he moved to our bedroom to talk on the phone.
I contemplated pressing my ear against the door to hear clearly but I didn't want to take the chance of him opening it suddenly and getting caught.
A few minutes went by before he joined me in the living room, taking a seat on the couch above me and not saying a word.
I stared at him waiting for an answer to the questions that filled my head, instead he just picked at his dinner.
"Well!?" I finally burst out, and he jumped.
"Oh yeah, your dad offered me a job," he shrugged
"And?"
"I dunno if I'll take it, it's messy doing jobs for friends parents and even more so when it's your girlfriends' dad."
"Oh come on, Mason, it'll be a big favour to him. He wouldn't have asked you if he didn't think you could do it." Worrying that my persuasion was becoming a little suspicious, I shrugged and said, "but you know, if you don't want to, you don't have to..."
He bit his lip, looking around the room before sighing and digging his fork back in his food.
"I'll think about it," he gave me a tight smile before returning his attention back to his dinner once again and we continued eating in silence.
Falling asleep while watching tv was becoming a ritualistic habit for the two of us especially since it was getting so dark so quickly now. However, I was woken up by Mason carrying me to bed, in saying that, the gentle swaying movements were great, him smacking my head into the door frame not so much.
"Tryna do a nice thing." He whispered as I groaned in pain and he threw me onto the bed.
"Mason shut the hell up, I'm trying to study!" I teased out from my old room, one earphone hanging from my fingers as Mason was all but parading around the kitchen banging pots and pans like instruments.
"I'm cooking, woman!" he called back and with a groan, I got up from my seat to ensure he hadn't yet set the flat on fire.
"Mason," I started, walking over to where he was leaning over the bench and wrapping my arms around his stomach and ducking my head under his arm. "You can't cook."
"I can do whatever I want to thank you very much." He claimed, sticking his nose in the air and spinning out of my hold to look at something in the oven. The kitchen was a mess and there was flour everywhere. Literally, everywhere.
"Dude, how did you get flour on the roof!?" I exclaimed staring at him wide-eyed and furious.
"I can't help it if the bag exploded can I? Aren't you meant to be watching a lecture?" I felt that little heat of anger in my stomach and I tried to pull it down.
"You better clean this up cause I'm not and I was watching a lecture until you decided you wanted to learn the drums on saucepans." I marched off and he followed me grabbing my hand which I snatched away and resumed my place on the seat with the door closed, sticking my earphones uncomfortably too far into my ears.
About an hour later, the door creaked slowly open to Mason sticking his head through to look at me.
"Watchya doin?" He asked, his head floating in the doorway which would've looked very funny if I wasn't annoyed at him.
"Trying to get work done, what are you doing?"I started from my place on the floor with my ankles crossed behind me and coloured pens strewn all over the floor as I scribbled notes into my binder. To be fair, I was nearly finished and dying to watch an episode of Gossip Girl to let my brain fall apart but I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
"Waiting for you to come out," he had a suspicious smile on his face that made me nervous.
"What have you done?" I questioned, getting up and pulling his massive jumper down so it almost touched my knees.
"Just look," he swung the door open and revealed at the coffee table an assortment of food ranging from pancakes to waffles and waiting on the tv, an episode of Gossip Girl.
"What's this for?" I was surprised, to say the least.
"Well, a) to say sorry for smacking your head last night," he cringed and I chuckled, reaching up to rub where the doorframe left an indent the size of an iceberg. "and b) to tell you I'm gonna take your dads offer and work for him."
"Really!?" I squealed and jumped up and down clapping my hands.
"Yeah, I think it's a good idea and a good opportunity for me to earn a bit more cash, as long as you're okay with it?"
"Of course I'm okay with it!" I exclaimed, it was my idea, I thought. "But you didn't have to do this to tell me." I brought my hands to my heart and smiled at all the food, my mouth watering already.
"Oh no, the food is for me," he said, walking over and taking a seat on the couch. "Gossip Girl is for you."