You're not alone~ (Mason)

[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey had been in the textile room, all day slaving over this stupid Christmas project. She hadn't made an entire outfit from scratch in a while, so naturally she was struggling with it. Lacey wished she hadn't wasted at least 5 hours here, being here since 10:00. She didn't want to procrastinate like she usually did, and after seeing Dorian's design, she didn't want to take the chance of failing out of college... again. She was now working on a sketch for the 16 year old girl on campus, Mason.

Having heard about Mason's home life, it touched her heart. She recently was saved by her half-brother, Devon. He left her move in with her. Lucky bitch. Lacey wished she had a magical half-brother to come in and sweep her out of the ghetto when Lacey was Mason's age. The truth was, she wanted to befriend Mason, but she just wasn't the kind of person to befriend a chick who was 5 years younger than you. Lacey grew up in the same kind of household and she didn't want this Mason girl to be like her. She wanted to take her in as another little sister, though, nobody could compare to Rosa.

Lacey decided she would wait for the girl for another 20 minutes, and if she hadn't showed up, she would leave a note saying to come back tomorrow. She started coloring in the sketch when she heard the door open, she looked up and smiled at the person entering through the door.

notes: ugh i knoe it's crap :c
outfit
sketch

[masonkitkeller]

Mason walked down the hall and towards where she was going to meet Lacey feeling nervous. She didn't know the girl too well, and she was one of the girls that made her self esteem hit the floor. It didn't help that Joey seemed all over her.

But Mason could push that all behind her, and focus on some fun things. In the chat Lacey had offered to make her an outfit, and Mason just figured why not.

So looking at the door, she took a deep breath and prayed real fast that this wasn't a trick. She opened the door, and pushed back some of her hair smiling at the older girl. "Hello."she said as she stepped in closing the door behind her. "sorry if I'm late."

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

"Hi! No, you're fine." Truth was, she was kinda late, but she wasn't going to get mad about it. Lacey stuffed her project into her bag, pulling out the material for Mason's outfit. "Come over here, and tell me how you like this fabric." She opened her sketch pad up to the Mason sketch and turned it around so she could see. "Oh, and this too. I think it's cute, but if you don't like it, we can always tweak it around a bit, I dunno." She bit on her pen, moving it up and down with her teeth, watching Mason look over the sketch and feeling the material. "So, do you like it?" She looked over Mason's face carefully.

notes: gah, sorry it's super short. i couldn't think of anything else to say.

[masonkitkeller]

Mason relaxed as she walked in, good she wasn't late. Mason hated being late for things, it just seemed so rude to make people wait. "Heh this is exciting."she said as she looked over the sketch. Mason loved it, it was cute but also simple kind of Mason's style. Though, she had to admit she had a few out there outfits. She glanced towards the older girl, and nodded. "I love it, it's really cute.' The sixteen year old sad pushing back her head. "So what do you need me to do?"she asked.

[LACEY LOPEZ]

"Great!" She took the pen out of her mouth, smiling. She put her pen down, opening to a new page in her sketch book, labeling it Mason's measurements. "I need you to strip down, so I can measure you properly. I'm gonna clean up my counter while you do that. Okay?" She smiled once at the girl before turning around and slowly put the rest of her Christmas project material into her bag. She had no problem with measuring half-naked people. It was fashion. Lacey started pulling loose threads from the fabric for the blouse. When she heard two thing hit the floor, assuming that it was her clothes.

Lacey spun around before grabbing the measuring tape out of her bag, flashing a grin. "Arms out, por favor." She wrapped the measure around her shoulder and under her armpit, marking down the distance around there. She then measured from her armpits to her hips, marking down the distance again. Lacey bent down. "Feet equal to your shoulders." She touched her ankle, letting her know to move it. She handed the end of the measuring tape to Mason. "Hold this on your inner thigh, as close as possible to the panties." She measured all the way down to her ankles, recording it again. Lacey finished out her measuring by record the distance around her thighs and calves. She stood up, rolling her measuring tape back up. "All done. You can get dress again."

[masonkitkeller]

Mason undressed feeling nervous, she just never felt comfortable without much clothing on. Probably a reason why she never took swimming lessons, or swam much. She stood there feeling awkward as Lacey did her measurements.

She quickly pulled on her clothes once Lacey was done. Not really knowing what to do. So she smiled as she pulled on her shirt. "So is there anything else I need? or do you need anything else?"she asked.

[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey could sense that Mason felt very awkward the entire time, but it's not like she was touching her inappropriately or something like that. Whatevs. She was finished, anyway. Lacey zipped open her bag, pulling out the supplies needed to make the clothes. "Uhm. Unless you want to watch me do it, you can stay. I dunno, it's kind of boring." She looked up at Mason, wishing she could have spent more time. She had just now realized that this wasn't really a good time to get to know somebody, being so focused on making clothes.

[masonkitkeller]

Mason looked at the girl as she went to work. For some reason, it felt weird to cut this so short. The girl after all, had opened up her heart to Mason. she coughed nervously and pushed back some of her hair.

'Not to look a gifted horse in the mouth,or anything and..."she looked at her. "Why did you offer to make me an outfit?"she asked. To Mason, for some odd reason it felt like Lacey had always hated her. So why being so nice all of a sudden?

[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey had started cutting the blouse to coordinate with her measurements. Within a minute, it was ready to go to the sewing machine. She moved her stool over to it, hooking it up. Lacey looked up abruptly at Mason's question. To be honest, Lacey really didn't know why she did. When Lacey was growing up, she had always made her own clothes because her mom couldn't afford the designer jeans or the designer shirts. Mason on the other hand, obviously had a really bad fashion sense and bought whatever was on sale. There's a reason why clothes are on the clearance rack, because nobody liked them. Lacey thought the kind thing to do was to offer Mason a cute outfit that she didn't have to buy even though it was worth at least 100 dollars for the entirety of the outfit.

Lacey stopped the sewing machine to talk to her. She bit her lip, then spoke. "I'm not really the one to talk about... feelings and stuff, but I grew up in a similar situation to you and, I don't want you to have crap clothes." She looked up and down at Mason's clothes and cringed a bit at the printed t-shirt. "Plus, this is free talent, worth at least $100. Another reason, I guess could be that I needed to work on something that I don't have to be graded on." Lacey rummaged through her bag for a hair clip, clipping her hair back, starting up the machine again.

[masonkitkeller]

Mason watched her then looked down at her clothes, here she was standing....a charity case. Not because Lacey wanted to be nice, but because apparently she hated her clothing. What the hell was with the girls at this place, it was starting to hit her. But she couldn't let them know.

"This is all about my clothes?"she asked as she looked at her shirt, she thought it was rather funny. "My clothes aren't crap."she said looking at her. "It's what I like, and you know what? make the outfit but I don't want it."she pushed back her hair. "Donate it to a real charity case, I don't need a pity outfit.' her pride was speaking again.

[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey stopped the sewing machine once again, staring up at the ignorant girl with a confused look on her face, though it was touched with the hint of anger. "Well. If you want to assume that it's just about your clothes, go on and assume that." She stood up, hearing the stool screech back against the tile floor. "If you don't want it, then FINE." Lacey was getting really upset now. "Maldita perra." Lacey mumbled to herself, cussing rapidly in Spanish, stuffing the half-way finished material into her bag. "It's not a pity outfit." She spat at Mason. "I try to be nice and this is how it is?" She looked at Mason up and down, judging her. "Is this what you do to everyone who offers you things?" She was practically yelling at the girl. Her temper was out of control. Lacey wasn't even going to try and calm things down with her. She stormed out of the room, filled with rage.

[masonkitkeller]

"Assume!?"she said angrily. "I ask you why, and you bring up how crappy my clothes are. How the fuck am I supposed to take that?"she asked as she narrowed her eyes.

She was unflinching as she continued to yell at her. "I ask you why you're doing something for me, and you flat out insult how I dress and you consider that nice?"her voice was raising now too. "You could of just lied to me."she said as she followed her out into the hall. "Fuck you and fuck this school."she said as she started to walk down the hall.

[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey ignored all the words coming out of Mason's mouth, assuming it was complete bullshit. Lacey was always right in whatever she said. Always. She heard Mason's shoes down the hallway behind her. She spun around, stopping Mason in her tracks. "This is REAL life, sweetheart! Get used to it. Don't get all pissy when someone is trying to help you, especially with things they are willing to give to you." Lacey's nostrils were flared and she was breathing heavily. She had realized that her car was down the other way of the hallway. "My car is this way." She mumbled. "And I highly suggest you going the OTHER way." She added before walking past her, down the hallway, though the parking lot, and into her car. She slammed the car door as she got inside. The fucking nerve of some people. Lacey grabbed her bag, pulling out the material she would use for Mason and tossed it out the window. She got her phone from the pocket, calling her sister. She turned on the A/C in her car to cool off a little and began ranting about Mason the minute her sister picked up the phone.