//Contagious// (&Mas)

[JOSEPH FRENCH]

Joey wasn't ready to confront Mason yet. Honestly, he had completely forgotten about it while he was talking to Dorian that morning. The blonde male had a way of making him loose his train of thought with a simple "Oh, Joey". But somewhere in the middle of talking about suits and shoes, Joey glanced at his phone and something clicked.

Oh shit.

He had sprung from the computer, and dove into the closet for clean clothes, hoping Mason wouldn't take it personally that he was forgetful. Teeth needed brushing, hair needed combing, socks needed finding. With quick glance in the mirror, just to make sure he looked decent, he ran out the door and to his car.

Start you fucking piece of- The engine roared to life and he pulled it out of park with a sharp yank. He knew he was driving a little over the speed limit and a little recklessly, but some things were more important than protecting his own life and those of the other drivers and pedestrians around him.

He rounded the last corner and pulled up in front of Devon's house, where Mason was now living. (But that was a story for a different day...) Joey shut off the ignition and practically flew to the door. Panting slightly, he grinned when she opened the door.

"Sorry I'm late,"


NOTES: Sorry dis is crap :c

[masonkitkeller]

Mason had been trying to distract herself, waiting for Joey to call or to come. To come and talk to her, about how she confessed to liking him. She was already feeling down, and hearing he had been on the chat made her feel worse. He was probably talking to Dorian.

Dorian, she was invisible when Dorian came on. Dorian was just better, better hair,better style and better looks. A better female than Mason and Dorian was a boy. Mason was a girl and she failed at it, it was embarrassing when you come second best to a guy you like so much.

Mason was lying on her bed, crying slightly as she suddenly sat up. Hearing a car, it must of been Joey and here she was crying. She wiped at her eyes and hurried to the door opening it. "Hey Joey.' She was trying to hide how hard her self esteem had hit the floor.

[JOSEPH FRENCH]

Wiping off his brow, Joey realized he must have been much later than he though, since when Mason came to the door, she wasn't her perky self. He noticed her cheek was glistening in a spot near her eye. Crying? He hoped not. There was nothing he couldn't deal with more than tears. As much of a pushover he was in a normal state, watching people cry turned him into the type of guy that babied and cuddled his women. Please don't cry Mas, he pleaded silently.

Joey really had just lost track of...everything. The effects of the drugs he had taken were not helpful, to say the least. Would a hug be too out of place? He thought. Yeah, probably, considering he'd come to talk about how she had admitted to liking him. The thought made Joey's stomach churn. She was like a little sister, and loosing her would be just as impactive as loosing his actual sister.

Following her in, he slid the door shut behind him and leaned against it for a brief second. She hadn't thrown him out yet, so she wasn't mad. Too mad, anyway. He shifted a bit awkwardly on his toes and reached up to his neck, rubbing it with nervous fingers.

"Hey," Joey began, "We need to talk,"

[masonkitkeller]

"I know.' she said softly trying not to sound sad, she was kind of dreading this and preparing herself for utter and flat out rejection. It wouldn't really surprise her. Guys her own age didn't look at her now that she was in college, what made her think a guy like Joey would be any different.

This house was still so new to her, she didn't know if she'd feel comfortable talking about this away from a comfort zone. ''can we go to somewhere more comfortable?'she asked heading to her room. Maybe she was also trying to stall.

She opened the door, and walked into her room. The hedgehog was running around the room in a clear hamster ball. Mason plopped down on her bed. 'So talk...."

Room


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[JOSEPH FRENCH]

Walking into Mason's room was like being thrown into the past, and walking into his little sister's room that his stepmother had decorated girlishly. Except the dolls. And books. And hedgehog. But other than that, he had to smile at the similarities. The walls were decorated with pictures, and oddly, Joey felt very comfortable in this room. The other part of the house had an eerie feel to it, like it wasn't used as often as it should, having people living in it and all.

He sighed as Mas flopped down on her bed, before sitting down on the floor, leaning against the bed, glancing up at her. He figured he'd better get it all out of the way, now sooner than later.

"Well, this is it, isn't it?" He said with a stiff nod. "Let's cut to the chase. You like me, it may or may not be anything real, but those feelings are there, right?" He asked, breathing in a deep breath.

[masonkitkeller]

Mason nodded as she picked up on of her dolls, messing with it slightly to try and hide how nervous she was feeling. "Yes my feelings are real and valid.'she said softly. 'Even if I want to forget it."she sighed.

Looking down and sighing Mason looked up at him. "You're the biggest crush I've ever had." she said shaking her head slightly. "Your turn to talk now.'she hugged her stuffed toy close. Not knowing what else to say at the moment afraid she'd let out too much.

[JOSEPH FRENCH]

Joey let out a rugged breath, and leaned his head against the bed. "You aren't kidding, are you?" He asked, chewing at his bottom lip, which was a nervous tic he had picked up years ago. Joey stretched out his long legs, momentarily distracted by his shoes, and a fray in the hem of his shorts. Repositioning himself into a cross-legged position, he weighed his options. He knew the threads would unravel the whole leg of fabric when pulled, but the temptation was too much to resist, and he began fiddling with them mindlessly.

He arched an eyebrow. "Forget your feelings?" The boy swallowed and tried to make his next words not sound like complete gibberish. "Well, I like you, of course. But you're, like, you know, a little sister...and I, I dunno, I don't want to loose you," He ran a shaking hand through his hair. What else could be said? 'Stop crushing on me so we can act normal around each other?' No, that would not turn the conversation around well. He just had to be smooth, and calm. It'll blow over, it always does, he told himself. "We can't let it ruin us though, no matter what happens,"

Notes: Sorry this is so tiny, it'll take a while for me to get back into the swing of things. (:

[masonkitkeller]

Mason watched Joey, messing with her hair slightly as he talked. Her very own little bad habit. She sighed when he asked if she was kidding or not. "I'm not kidding.' she said softly, watching him out the corner of her eye as he started to mess with some thread from his clothes.

The young girl wiped at her eyes as he mentioned her being like a sister. He really didn't have to rub in how stupid she was for feeling this way. She pulled her hair back into a messy pony tail. "Yeah I know I'm like a sister,'she said softly. "and that's probably why i feel like the biggest idiot for this. She hugged him. "So.....we'll just try and act normal around each other."

[JOSEPH FRENCH]

Normal. That word had less meaning everyday. His world had been flipped since he started college, and only just now had the dust began settling.

"Okay, so let's just take it one day at a time," Joey said, standing from a cross-cross-applesauce position and holding out his arms for her. The embrace was a deal-sealer. They loved each other, no doubt, but he wasn't about to loose his sister for a piece of ass.

He glanced at her, making sure she was alright, and noticed a glistening shine near her eyes. He squeezed her gently and whispered in her ear.
"Don't cry, it's gonna be alright," Reassuring not only the young blonde in his arms, but himself, he broke away from her and glanced at the door. 

"You up for laser tag or something?"

[masonkitkeller]

Mason rubbed her arms around Joey as he held out his arms. His embrace was warm, and soothing. He was a good friend, and she really didn't want to loose him. So, she was content on just being a friend.

"One day at a time...."she laughed slightly as she shook her head. "It sounds like some kind of horrible soap opera."she wiped at her eyes as she realized she was tearing up slightly again. "laser tag sounds awesome."she said smiling.