French

Mason Esteban French 30 Vet from Masonboro Husband to Camelia French-Delgado

[mason-french]

Savannah

at THE PROM in NEW HANOVER HIGH. @wilmingtonstarters​

Despite the horrible night she’s having, volunteering is actually kind of nice. You know, your own life is shit so do good unto others— it doesn’t leave her time to overthink herself into disaster. Yet. She’s working barback, mostly dishwashing, cleaning counters and collecting empty glasses from the bar, but when the bartender has to step away for a minute to take what looks to be an urgent call, Savannah slots in to fill for him right as someone steps up. “Hi. Can I interest you in one of our specials today? It’s a shot on the house only if you don’t flinch and only if you compliment my outfit. I’m listening.“

As soon as he reached the bar, Mason reached up to untie his bow tie and unbutton the top button of his shirt. He had stayed as smart looking as he could, for as long as he could, but a tuxedo man, Mason wasn’t. Blowing out a deep breath as he felt the pressure release from around his neck, the vet instantly felt a lot more comfortable. Mason had no issues dressing up when needed, he’d put on a smart shirt and a blazer whenever needed, but the tuxedo he had been talked into was a whole new ball game. “Hi, sorry, I was miles away.” Running a hand through his hair, Mason looked back at the girl, a little bewildered. “Well the long forgotten college student in me says I can’t turn down a free shot so, that’s a very nice dress and what is this shot I’m not meant to be flinching at?”

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What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect? 11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies? 12. What is their favourite food? 13. What is their least favourite food? 14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal? 15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? 16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? 17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos? 18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else 19. What’s their least favourite genres? 20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? 21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper? 22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back? 23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces? 24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress? 25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves? 26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? 27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad? 28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared? 29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? 30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out? 31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing? 32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like? 33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties? 34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body? 35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing? 37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction? 38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had? 39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? 40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert? 41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? 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Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them? 50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

[mason-french]

It had been a long day, the longest he remembered since moving to Wilmington and he was completely exhausted. He should’ve been home hours ago but with a last minute emergency at work and his mom calling with something she urgently needed fixing at the house, he hadn’t had a chance to think, let alone do anything else. Mason knew one thing though, as he climbed out of his car and walked towards the front door, he had never been so glad to be home and be that much closer to a cold beer, a shower and maybe even an episode of whatever series he and Cam had started before they went to sleep.

Opening the door, Mason placed his bags just inside before nudging it shut with his foot. “Hey, I’m home.” With a bark, Bailey appeared in the hallway, eagerly greeting his owner. “Hey buddy, where’s your mom, huh?” Quickly locking the door, the male walked down the hallway, towards the living room. “Cam? You home?” @camfdelgado​

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What is your problem, man?

[mason-french]

Cesar

His eyes practically rolled to the back of his head in response to Mason’s quip, the expression quickly replaced with a smile – he had far too good of a sense of humor to ever actually get annoyed with the other. “Listen, man, it should be illegal for a dog to be that cute,” he joked, placing his badge into his back pocket before kneeling down so that he was at eye level with the golden retriever. Anyone who knew even a little bit about Cesar knew how big of a dog lover he was, even before he became a K-9 officer and got his very own police dog (though, he would often jokingly say that Gloria was much more human than canine). “What the hell did this little chica ever do to you, huh? She’s just livin’ her life, like you and me.” He grinned, looking up at Mason as he pet the pooch. “This how you spendin’ your crazy Friday night? Thought you were younger than fifty, mi hermano.”

As soon as Bailey spotted Cesar, someone he would instantly recognise, the dog tugged on his lead and Mason quickly dropped it. Bailey bounded over to Mason’s best friend, tail wagging quicker than it had all day as he enjoyed the fussing he got. “It should, he gets away with a lot because of it, mom always says that’s why we were the perfect match, but I think she’s pretty bias.” There had been so many cons to coming back to Wilmington, having to face Jenny and the secrets he was keeping, moving Cam out of Chicago and away from her family, even setting up a new home and getting to know a new practice was all something he’d almost prefer to not have done. On the flip side, having his best friend only a few minutes away was by far one of the biggest bonuses he could dream of. “Dude, it’s been six years, surely you know it’s chico by now.” Laughing once as Bailey turned his head to look back at his owner, Mason nodded before the canine licked over Cesar’s face. “He planted himself on the ground then tried to scare a trashcan, the dog is crazy.” Chuckling softly, Mason shook his head. “Fuck off, you’re the one trying to arrest a dog for pushing over a can.” Laughing again, Mason reached down to pick up Bailey’s lead, although he was close enough now that the dog didn’t even notice. “I’m married with my own business and a dog, I am an old man. What’re you doing tonight?”

[mason-french]

Camelia

“See, this is just what I mean! I try to tame your ego and you somehow find a way to turn what I say into compliments. I don’t even know how you do it,” she said in mock disbelief, shaking her head at him. Heat rushed to her cheeks at the mention of her snoring, which was admittedly a bit out of hand. Her dad was the loudest snorer ever and, apparently, it was genetic. Not that she’d ever say that to Mason since she was still denying ever doing it.  “And I resent that, I don’t snore. I’m as grateful a sleeper as Sleeping Beauty was. And even if I did snore, it’d probably sound adorable.” 

“Hey, I could be a Barbie. Barbies aren’t all blondes with unrealistically small waistlines anymore, I’ll have you know,” she informed him, unsure how she even knew such a thing about Barbies. She hadn’t touched one since she was six. “I appreciate the thought, though. I’d much rather look like myself than like a doll.”

She chuckled at the reminder of their college diet if it could be called that. A lot of instant ramen noodles and donuts. It was a good thing they’d evolved past that, honestly. “We can just grab a dozen and have a bite of all of them. We can keep the rest for dinner later,” she suggested as they walked into the bakery and up to the counter. “You go first, I want to take a good look at the menu.”

“You were the one that brought up my face again, I think you just need to work on your taming technique, apparently it’s lacking a little.” Smirking a little, Mason drew her a little closer for a second so he could press a kiss against her temple. “Of course you do, babe. I mean, every so often it does sound like you’ve brought a chainsaw to bed, but most of the time it’s little snuffles. Don’t worry, it is cute.” 

Having never grown up around girls, Mason didn’t really have any idea of what came with the Barbie world, all he knew is typically they were tall, thin, blonde and completely realistic. “You want to be Barbie? Because surely it’s a much better story if Ken rejects Barbie and goes for the ridiculously good looking, real therapist instead?” It had always been one of the things he loved about Cam, that she didn’t try to look like everyone else. Of course, she was stunning, but most importantly, she was her. “I’m glad you look like you, too.”

As they entered the bakery, the smell of the building instantly made Mason’s mouth water and he was quickly reminded of how long it had been since he ate his lunch. “I like the way you think. Choose half each?” Looking over the options on display, Mason nodded before stepping over to the register, quickly scanning the menu before ordering his half of the dozen and a coffee to go. “Do you know what you want yet, honey? Do you want a coffee as well?”

[mason-french]

Greer

“I’d like to think so.” She mused with a playful grin, Greer lifted her feet off the ground as he lifted her, a soft laugh leaving her lips as she gave him a squeeze before plating her boots back on the ground and releasing him from the embrace. “Funny how that works out isn’t it? I’m not sayin’ they go hand in hand but… its been a while since any kinda storm like that has blown through here but then you come rollin’ home and the storm’s right on your heels?” Greer sucked in a breath through her teeth as she held back a smile and shrugged. “Gotta say, it’s an awful big coincidence.” She teased, finally allowing the grin to overtake her features once more. Outside of a sporadic text or two throughout the years, the pair hadn’t seen each other since college and so much had changed for the both of them since then. However, standing there with him it felt like barely any time had passed. It was strange, having people who knew a different version of you that no longer existed, but it was also nice to have the ability to get to know someone all over again. 

“Oh, I know, right? I’m like a fine wine, Mase. Only gettin’ better with age.” The grin on her features and laugh leaving her lips showed she was only joking. “But I could say the same to you, lookin’ like a tall glass of water on a hot day.” She mused, smirk coming to her features as she shook her head. “Been back since November, yeah. What brings you back to town, hm?”

“Maybe the universe just knew what a big deal it was that the Mason French was coming back to town that it needed to steal all y’all’s attention for a few days just to make sure my ego didn’t inflate too much.” A deep laugh rumbled from his chest at the thought of it and he quickly shook his head. “Or it was all a conspiracy organised by the town to get me back out of here as quick as possible, either are equally as likely.” 

The last time Mason had seen Greer, he’d been a college freshman, a bit cocky, far too eager to drive hours to see her so they could continue their summer fling and with a dream of becoming a vet and running his own practice. Now, he had achieved his career dream, was married and was settling into his home in his hometown. He had changed more than he even realised, even if he was still a little bit cocky sometimes. “For a second there I thought you were going to compare yourself with a good cheese.” He laughed once more, shaking his head as he pretended to be embarrassed for just a second. “Careful, Greer, or my head won’t be able to fit back into my car.” Pushing his hands into his pockets, the vet nodded, still marvelling a little at just how easy it was to reconnect with people now he was home. “Dad had an accident, mom didn’t want to give up working and I think it was time for a change. Helping out my folks, setting up home with Cam, it took some convincing but I think we made the right decision. Still haven’t got used to the change of pace from Chicago though. Where were you before coming home?”

[mason-french]

Jenny

Jenny laughed. “It would be easier to mourn your death if you died in a hilarious manner…” She waved her hands around to try and think of something ridiculous. “Like in that show a thousand ways to die. Just die in a funny manner so it doesn’t hurt as much, okay?” She slipped her hands into her pockets. It was always easy for Jenny to pretend like she wasn’t struggling most of the time. No one really noticed regardless so; it made it even easier. She knew after their last conversation he was in need of this win and the last thing she wanted to do was make things harder for him so as long as he didn’t do anything that made her feel… anything then they’d be fine. “Shut up.” She laughed as she crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head. “I think you were a blessing in disguise when you came in trailing behind Cesar that day after class which how you got an older kid to like you, I’ll never understand.” She teased as she turned her head towards him. “Oh, no… Don’t do that. I don’t think I could work with her in there.” She chuckled. 

A part of her wondered if that was why he had a small wedding, not wanting any of the Hayes to come or maybe he didn’t want her to come. She didn’t know if she could have handled it anyway, it was bad enough when he came back to town with a wife after the last time they had seen each other but at this rate, it wouldn’t surprise her if his wife ended up pregnant cause that would just be the icing on top of the shit cake she was delivered in this situation. “Well, with you two in town he has plenty of opportunities to ruin it for you.”  She teased and moved her hand towards her purse but before she could pull out the money he had already been giving money to them. “Dude, I was supposed to pay.” She made a face at him. She turned her head to look over at him as she gave him a look. “How could you not like it?  I practically grew up on it.” She laughed. “But it was funny to see your face after you took a sip.”

“And I’m sure the hilarious ‘Oh my god, guess how my best friend died’ stories would get you by on a few awkward social occasions, right?” Laughing softly, Mason shook his head. “You know, I’ll try, if I have any say in it, my last words will be ‘no, Jenny wants it to be funny’. How’s that?” Growing up with an older brother, Mason had never shied away from talking to people older than him, even at school when generally the different grades didn’t mix. For Mason, he had gone to speak to his brother one day and he had walked away with a new best friend in Cesar, how it had happened, Mason still didn’t really know. “Have you met me? It’s because I’m awesome. Your brother just knew I was going to grow up to be this good looking so he thought he’d better stick with me.” Laughing again, Mason reached out, gently knocking her elbow with his hand. “You know that just means I’m definitely going to take her there, right?”

There had always been a part of Mason that had felt guilty for not extending the invitation to the Hayes family, but it had felt wrong to have Jenny there when he was marrying Cam and with how close the trio were, he couldn’t have invited Cesar and not Jenny. It had been true that they could only afford a small wedding, but knowing that wasn’t the full reason had always niggled him. “He’s met her plenty of times to reveal all my dirty secrets, luckily he knows that I can screw him over just as bad so I think he’s keeping the good stuff to himself.” Grabbing napkins and some a couple of wooden forks from the box on the end of the counter, Mason shrugged his shoulders. “Because it’s gross? I know you guys love it and that’s fair play but honestly, it’s just not great for me. It reminded me of rice pudding and that’s not a memory I ever want.” As the bag containing their order was placed on the counter, Mason reached for it before gesturing to a free table. “It was the only thing your mom ever gave me that I didn’t like and I didn’t even have the heart to tell her, I’m pretty sure I made you drink it when she turned around, right?”

[mason-french]

Cesar

where: somewhere downtown who: open

He wasn’t technically on duty – Gloria had been dropped off at his Wrightsville Beach home hours ago, and Cesar had been itching to get out on the town now ever since he’d picked up a couple extra patrol shifts the week prior. The weather was getting nicer, the university had just gotten out for the summer, and people were flocking to bars and clubs like they were about to get shut down. Cesar wasn’t a big drinker, but he was a fairly big social butterfly, hence his eagerness to get downtown once the clock struck ten.

He’d been walking down the block, responding to a text from his mother about a recipe she was going to make the next day, when he heard a commotion coming from around the corner. Letting out a gruff breath – he was never really off duty, was he? – the male pulled his badge out of his pocket and headed towards the noise. 

“Hey! What’s goin’ on over here?” Cesar asked the nearest person, tossing them an authoritative glance. @wilmingtonstarters​

“I swear to god, Bailey, you need to go or you need to move, why are you just sitting there?” Looking down at his golden retriever, Mason shook his head as the dog simply looked back at him, still refusing to move from the spot he had decided was his spot for the time being. “God, you’re a pain in the ass, no wonder we clicked at the animal shelter all those years ago.” 

It was a couple more minute of gentle tugs on the lead, coaxing and generally making an ass out of himself before Bailey stood up, although instead of walking obediently next to his owner, he bounded over to some trashcans, barked at them and jumped up at one. “Congratulations, bonehead, you’ve scared a trashcan.” As the dog continued to bark, Mason reached over to pick up the can, pausing for a moment as he heard the familiar voice behind him. “I know you love your job, man, but I think arresting a dog is a bit much?” Smirking as he picked up the can and lid, Mason shook his head at his dog who was now more than happy to move as he spotted Cesar, a new friend to play with. “But if you can arrest him for being a giant pain in the ass, he’s all yours.”

[mason-french]

Riya

If Riya had been able to read the door’s sign through the rain, she might already have known it was a vet, where she’d happened to seek shelter, but as it was, she was more than a little surprised by what she found when the door opened for her – the unmistakable smell of animals, and few real live critters. “Thanks,” she said, only too grateful to be ushered inside without even being given a chance to protest. Not that she would’ve, vehemently – in the name of politeness, maybe, but a dry roof was a dry roof, and she didn’t mind her temporary four-legged companions one bit; particularly not the golden who, true to the guy’s word, seemed to only give a shit whether it was being petted, not whether Riya’s pants could hold up to dog fur. 

“Well, as long as the animals don’t mind me borrowing their stuff, then thanks for this, too.” It may not be a dry change of clothes, but it wasn’t nothing, and already she could feel the chill starting to ease slightly. “And no, the golden’s lovely, I don’t mind in the slightest. As for the drink– you wouldn’t happen to have anything besides coffee, would you?”

“I’m sure they won’t have a problem with it, they wouldn’t protest against someone trying not to get hypothermia, I’m sure.” It had been one of the slower days of the surgery and with his receptionist at home and the two vet nurses out back watching the animals kept in, if anything, Mason was glad for company other than his dog and the sound of the rain. “I can do coffee, tea or hot chocolate, but I don’t keep any weird flavours of anything.” Clicking his fingers for Bailey to give the woman some space, he offered the golden a dog treat before he lay down at his new friend’s feet. “We’re a bit basic here but the flavoured tea doesn’t really go down well with my usual clients.”

Opening the door to the little kitchen behind the reception desk, Mason smiled over at the woman. “I’m Mason, by the way, best introduce myself. The overfamiliar dog is Bailey.” Flicking on the kettle to boil some water, the vet wandered back through to the reception desk. “Did you want a pair of scrubs or something? I know they’re not exactly fashionable but it’s basically a pair of warm pyjamas if you do want them, we keep a stash so you’re welcome to a set.”

[mason-french]

Greer

It was a beautiful day out, the sun’s warmth enough to negate any need for any kind of cover up. She’d been outside for hours at this point, Easton slathered in sunscreen and running around in the sprinklers and splashing about in a baby pool she’d blown up behind the house. Sure, they could’ve made their way over to the pool at the b&b, as it wasn’t open to the public yet but had been cleaned and was fully operational, but as she sat in the grass, ballcap on her head and Easton’s laughter coupled with the dogs’ barking filled her ears, she didn’t think the trip would be necessary. He was having fun where he was, which was why she’d called her mother over to watch her grandson before she’d made her way over to the main house to help her father clean his guns after a hunting trip him and Cass had taken over the weekend.

They’d just finished cleaning all six guns, with CK heading back into the house for a nap, while Greer put the last rifle back together. She’d just put the barrel back on when she heard a familiar voice and rose from her spot on the porch to walk towards the sound, meeting Mason halfway as a wide grin overtook her features. “Well I’ll be damned.” She said with a chuckle, wiping the black grease off of her hands and onto her jean shorts before closing the distance between them and wrapping the man up into a hug. “Look what the storm brought in.” She teased.

He spotted her as soon as he rounded the corner of the house and mason couldn’t help the wide smile that took hold of his face. “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” He hadn’t expected to see Greer at all, the last he’d heard, she was out of town after her sister’s passing and even though he had fired her a text after finding out, it had been too long for them to really keep in touch. Wrapping his arms around her, Mason picked the blonde up, off of the floor for a moment before setting her back down and taking a step back. “Oh, I know, I come back to Wilmington and suddenly there’s a destructive storm, I’m sorta hoping they’re not related.” 

Over his last summer spent in Wilmington, he and Greer had developed a friendship, they had bonded over their mutual love of the work on the ranch they’d needed to do and from her and CK, Mason had learnt a lot about the animals he loved so much. Of course, they’d enjoyed the benefits that came with a friendship between two young people with Mason even driving hours at a weekend to spend it with her. But apart from that last weekend before he’d met his wife, he didn’t remember if he’d seen her since. “Time’s been good to you, Kingston, I didn’t expect to see you or I’d have asked my mom to bake an extra pie.” How’re you doing? You been back long?”

[mason-french]

Camelia

“The word killing is so harsh. I prefer keeping it under control, which is necessary when you’re married to someone with a face like yours,” she said playfully, giving his hand a soft squeeze. For someone as handsome as he was, he really wasn’t the cockiest guy in the bunch. It was the opposite actually. He was confident but humble. It made him all the more attractive to Cam. The cocky, borderline asshole-ish guys had never been her type. “You do have a tendency to sleep with your mouth open. You always have a little bit of drool right here…” She touched the corner of his mouth, fully messing with him at this point. “Good, flowers will look really good in my office.”

It wasn’t just the good looks, although that was a huge part of her initial interest in him. Just a few minutes in the conversation, she realized he was smart and interesting and kind. She went home to her dorm that night feeling giddy and excited for whatever was to come. All through high school, she never had much interest for boys or girls and even struggled to keep friends for very long given how focused and driven she was, but Mason had her hooked almost immediately. “I mean, come on, look at you. You’ve got the square jaw, the abs and the blue eyes. You are the human embodiment of a Ken doll.” 

No matter the struggled they’d been through, this conversation made it obvious that there was still something between us, something that hadn’t been extinguished by her mistakes and his absence. “You know the way to my heart. I mean, obviously, since we’re married,” she said with a wide grin. “I’m thinking strawberry glazing with some sprinkles on top. What about you?”

“Well then, you’re doing a very good job, my ego is well and truly tamed after a few minutes with you.” Winking at her, Mason couldn’t keep the humour off of his face. “Although I’m seeing the compliments in there and you may have to work a little harder at keeping it under control, might be hard as you obviously find me so irresistible.” No one had ever kept his feet more on the ground than Camelia, in any part of his life and her ribbing, at this point, was all part of the playful side of their relationship. “Just a sign of me in a deep sleep, baby, something I don’t get a lot of with your snoring.” 

Mason had never struggled with girls throughout his high school years, it was easy enough to date someone even though nothing had ever stuck, not that Mason had ever particularly wanted it to. Camelia had been the first woman who had truly captured his attention and had made him believe that he could move past his feelings for Jenny, the first girl that he’d wanted to work for. “Well then, I’m a pretty lucky Ken doll then to get away from the Barbie stereotype and land the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” 

As her wide smile lit up her face, Mason couldn’t help but match it, unable to stop himself from smiling when she did. There was a time when Mason was ready to end their marriage and that time wasn’t that long ago but as he looked at her now, he couldn’t help but feel grateful that she had wanted to try again. Even the wave of guilt couldn’t distract him, not yet anyway. “I’m thinking chocolate glazed, they’ll never stop being a weakness. Cinnamon sugar if they look really good. We’re really harking back to our student days if we’re having donuts for dinner.”

[mason-french]

Jenny

Jenny turned her head to look over at him, furrowing her brows at his words. “You’re right, I don’t want to know but I’m going to assume that stealing a puppy because it’s cute is the best worst thing a vet could do.” She turned her gaze back towards in front of them so she could pay attention to where she was going as she slipped her hands into her back pockets, pressing her lips together. All she knew was she was going to do her best to make this as easy as possible and if pretending like that night meant nothing to her, it was something she would do. She let a smirk come along her lips as she glanced down at her feet as her tongue brushed along her lower lip. “Just you. I don’t know what it is about the thought of you dying that makes it so funny.” Although, she knew if the man next to her ever died, she would be more hysterical than a girl who should be just his friend would be. “Good. You deserve to get fat.” She scoffed. “That woman won’t even come eat at the restaurant that I am a waitress in but you are in town for less than a month and she bakes you goodies. Jesus Christ. I wonder sometimes if she would have been happier if you had actually been her child.” She laughed. It was kind of ridiculous to her how easy it was to fall back into the same old habits with him but she had one deal with herself. Never drink around Mason again.

Her head nodded slowly as she pulled her hand up to point her index finger up. “Alright, you have a point there. I’m pretty sure my brother has most of your embarrassing moments as photos so he could blackmail you later in life.” Her hands moved up into the air. “I would never do that to you.” She winked at him as she stood in line, letting her eyes move to the menu. “I am going to agree with you there,” she simply let the date conversation fade into the background cause the last thing she wanted to do was make it awkward between them. “One of each sounds good and a cup of Horchata.”

“The thought of me, the guy you’ve known longest apart from your brother, dying, makes you laugh? Damn, girl, are you secretly a psycho?” Smirking down at her, Mason couldn’t help but feel a tiny glimmer of hope. If they could interact like this now, after all that had happened, maybe they could go back to normal. He could learn how to work through his feelings once more and they could go back to being friends and he maybe he wouldn’t feel so awkward about being around one of his best friends. “She definitely would, I mean who wouldn’t?” Chuckling softly, Mason nudged her arm gently with his elbow. “Obviously she thinks I need the brownies, which I absolutely do. I said I’d take her for lunch next week, I’ll try and force her into your restaurant.” Mason had always been lucky that he had gotten on so well with the elder Hayes, their fathers had even developed their own strong friendship to the point where sometimes, it felt like one big family when they all got together. 

There was a warm smile on his face at the talk of her brother, the closest person to Mason outside of his own brother. “Why do you think we kept the wedding so small? I couldn’t have him coming up with all the embarrassing stories for a best man’s speech, it would’ve scared her off before we made it to twenty four hours.” As they reached the front of the queue, Mason trying not to think about the tone of her voice as she had discussed her date, the vet reached for his wallet. “Two of everything, one cup of Horchata and a Pepsi, please, thanks.” Handing over the cash, Mason pocketed his wallet before moving along to wait at the other end of the counter for their lunch. “I still don’t know how you drink that stuff, I’ve never forgiven you for making me try it all those years ago.”

[mason-french]

(iMessage): Micah 🙄

Mason: So like, I remember seeing you at the wedding and I have to ask

Mason: Did you have anything to do with me coming home with only one sock on?

Mason: Not ONLY one sock, I had more than one sock on, but of the two socks I should've been wearing, I only came home with one..

[mason-french]

“Did I already tell you how beautiful you look tonight? Because if I haven’t, I’m slacking and if I have, then you deserve to hear it again. You look beautiful, Cam.” Her beauty wasn’t anything that shocked him, she was an incredibly striking woman but it had been a long time since the couple had gotten dressed up and gone out like they’d done today. At a wedding of two people Mason had known whilst he was growing up, he had been having flashbacks all day of his own wedding day, a stark contrast to the huge gathering that had shown up today. Cam and Mason had kept things small, their immediate family and a few mutual friends and the vet couldn’t help but wonder if Cam would’ve preferred something like this, a bigger celebration.

Handing her a glass of champagne as a waiter passed with a tray, Mason smiled down at her. “You ever wish we did something bigger? More people, more flowers, that sort of thing? @camfdelgado​

[mason-french]

              MASON FRENCH ♡  THE OTIS-OWENS WEDDING

Accompanied by the always gorgeous @camfdelgado​.

[mason-french]

He’d been back in town a couple of months now and slowly but surely, Mason was beginning to reconnect with some of the friends who he’d left behind, who were still around. It had taken a few weeks to readjust to the city he had grown up in, especially with the hurricane blowing into town just after he had, but finally, things were starting to settle.

He had been meaning to pay the Kingston’s a visit ever since he’d arrived back home and only now did he feel like it was a good time. With a pie baked by his mother in his hands, Mason knocked on the front door of the house before taking a step back to wait. He waited for a little before knocking again, his head tilting to the side a little as he waited. Of course, when he could finally get there, he’d picked a time that they were out.

Hearing a noise around the side of the house, Mason took another glance at the front door before making his way around to where he had heard the noise, a furrowed brow in place on his features. “Hello? Everythin’ okay around here?” @greerkingstcn​