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"Are you still with her?" She shoved him unexpectedly in the chest, making him stagger a few steps backward. She repeated herself. "Are you still with her?"
"Jesus, Marina, no!" Mason's cheeks were flushed and his brown hair flopped just right in front of his dark brown eyes. Marina didn't want to look at him but she forced herself to. She had to tell him goodbye.
She didn't believe what he said. "People are saying you were with her today."
He was suddenly very interested in his hands. When he looked up again his features were composed, the previous panic completely erased. "She was crying."
Marina crossed her arms and glared. "What is it with guys and crying girls? She did that so you would go back to her."
He sighed. "I know."
Abruptly, Marina's face softened the tiniest bit. "She really, really loves you, Mason. Do you love her?"
His eyes traveled upward like the answer would be written on the ceiling of the bedroom. Instead he only saw a fine layer of dust on the fan and Marina's old Jonas Brothers posters that she never bothered to take down. He shuffled over to the bed with its royal purple comforter. He had wrapped Marina up in this very blanket, with him laying next to her. But then memories of Katy infiltrated his thoughts. Her room was dark blue and there were no posters on the walls; only inspirational quotes like hope and faith and old photographs that were never changed.
"Mason," Marina whispered.
"No," he finally said. "No, I don't love her."
"You do love her," Marina hissed vehemently.
"No, I don't." His voice grew louder with every word. "I love you, Marina."
She stomped over to her door and flung it open. Her voice was cold steel when she cried indignantly, "Get out!"
Mason had not been expecting this. Sure, he knew Marina wouldn't believe him, but he just told her he loved her! Had that not registered at all?
"Go on," she continued. "Go back to her!"
"But I don't want her," he roared. In one fluid movement he shut the door and grabbed Marina by the shoulders. His grip was as firm as it was soft. "Marina, I don't want Katy."
Marina winced at the sound of her name. It hurt so much to think Mason could be happy with that monster of a girl. Katy wasn't really a monster, Marina didn't even know her enough to call her a friend, an ex-friend at that, but she wanted to take Mason from her. Monstorous.
"She was never good for you," Marina mumbled, almost unintelligibly.
"No, she wasn't," Mason agreed. He edged closer to Marina and tipped up her chin. Strands of pale brown hair sifted through his fingers. Her eyelashes fluttered, hiding the twinkle that had gone out weeks ago. How had he not noticed?
"C'mon," he said, not exactly sure what he meant by it. He could almost feel the pulses of trust vibrating in the adrenaline that was pumping through both of their hearts. They were vulnerable and breakable. One wrong word could send them spiraling apart again, but maybe, just maybe, thought Mason, a kiss would be okay.
His lips brushed hers and she pulled back. "Mason..."
"Dammit, Marina. Stop it."
She smirked. "I only wanted to say I love you too."
The next kiss was a sun scorching blacktop, passionate and vivid. Marina hated Mason, she really did, but even though it was her last resort she could snap the fine line dividng hate and love. And that's what she did, one crazy outburst at a time.
Happy ending, I'm aware. Based on a true story that I exaggerated haha. Not mine of course. First piece of writing I posted on RV. Hope you liked my nonsense!
"Are you still with her?" She shoved him unexpectedly in the chest, making him stagger a few steps backward. She repeated herself. "Are you still with her?"
"Jesus, Marina, no!" Mason's cheeks were flushed and his brown hair flopped just right in front of his dark brown eyes. Marina didn't want to look at him but she forced herself to. She had to tell him goodbye.
She didn't believe what he said. "People are saying you were with her today."
He was suddenly very interested in his hands. When he looked up again his features were composed, the previous panic completely erased. "She was crying."
Marina crossed her arms and glared. "What is it with guys and crying girls? She did that so you would go back to her."
He sighed. "I know."
Abruptly, Marina's face softened the tiniest bit. "She really, really loves you, Mason. Do you love her?"
His eyes traveled upward like the answer would be written on the ceiling of the bedroom. Instead he only saw a fine layer of dust on the fan and Marina's old Jonas Brothers posters that she never bothered to take down. He shuffled over to the bed with its royal purple comforter. He had wrapped Marina up in this very blanket, with him laying next to her. But then memories of Katy infiltrated his thoughts. Her room was dark blue and there were no posters on the walls; only inspirational quotes like hope and faith and old photographs that were never changed.
"Mason," Marina whispered.
"No," he finally said. "No, I don't love her."
"You do love her," Marina hissed vehemently.
"No, I don't." His voice grew louder with every word. "I love you, Marina."
She stomped over to her door and flung it open. Her voice was cold steel when she cried indignantly, "Get out!"
Mason had not been expecting this. Sure, he knew Marina wouldn't believe him, but he just told her he loved her! Had that not registered at all?
"Go on," she continued. "Go back to her!"
"But I don't want her," he roared. In one fluid movement he shut the door and grabbed Marina by the shoulders. His grip was as firm as it was soft. "Marina, I don't want Katy."
Marina winced at the sound of her name. It hurt so much to think Mason could be happy with that monster of a girl. Katy wasn't really a monster, Marina didn't even know her enough to call her a friend, an ex-friend at that, but she wanted to take Mason from her. Monstorous.
"She was never good for you," Marina mumbled, almost unintelligibly.
"No, she wasn't," Mason agreed. He edged closer to Marina and tipped up her chin. Strands of pale brown hair sifted through his fingers. Her eyelashes fluttered, hiding the twinkle that had gone out weeks ago. How had he not noticed?
"C'mon," he said, not exactly sure what he meant by it. He could almost feel the pulses of trust vibrating in the adrenaline that was pumping through both of their hearts. They were vulnerable and breakable. One wrong word could send them spiraling apart again, but maybe, just maybe, thought Mason, a kiss would be okay.
His lips brushed hers and she pulled back. "Mason..."
"Dammit, Marina. Stop it."
She smirked. "I only wanted to say I love you too."
The next kiss was a sun scorching blacktop, passionate and vivid. Marina hated Mason, she really did, but even though it was her last resort she could snap the fine line dividng hate and love. And that's what she did, one crazy outburst at a time.
Happy ending, I'm aware. Based on a true story that I exaggerated haha. Not mine of course. First piece of writing I posted on RV. Hope you liked my nonsense!
