𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘌𝘙 𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘒𝘌𝘋 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘖𝘕 𝘊𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘕 ; that was the reason mason always opted for the worn down wheels of a long board that had seen better days . she’d need to start saving up for a new deck , soon . . . and her car –– despite it sitting idly in the driveway at home –– needed an oil change . her laptop had begun overheating when it was left running for too long , and the sole of her favorite pair of converse had begun to rip . THESE were the things that filtered in and out of her thoughts , a long list of quiet worries , as she rode along the smooth pavement of ocean street in the figure 8 of coston . houses that could’ve swallowed hers WHOLE loomed overhead , and every now and again , she’d find herself swerving away from luxury vehicles as they passed . SOMETIMES , she thought about how EASY it’d be , if she’d just . . . given in . if she’d been good at being the kind of daughter her mother wanted so badly . if she’d found a way to love the lifestyle kooks lived DAILY . but the years she’d spent in the dubois household caused her to whiter away to nearly nothing , and mason was NOT the kind of girl who would survive a life of grinning and bearing it , being told what to do at each turn . she’s on her way out of the neighborhood , backpack relatively light on her shoulders . the satin dress inside of it had been folded into a neat little square , something her mother had scowled at when mason told her she didn’t NEED a garment bag .
that was the only reason she’d visited that morning . she had to be fitted for a dress that she was required to wear the following friday . something shiny and pale yellow , given to her to compliment her skin tone and avoid clashing with the other members of the family . it made her nauseous , the way the seamstress praised her for avoiding putting on winter weight –– we might even have to take it IN , she’d boasted . she’d felt off since , but the was getting back to it with the salt water wind in her hair and the steady roll of road under her board . she’d be home , soon , and the REST of the weekend would be mellow . hazel eyes scanned the houses as the slowly became more humble ; a small moving truck caught her eye , and her neck craned with curiosity . boxes with handwritten labels , a keyboard of sorts , speakers . . . her brow furrowed , and she was DISTRACTED when his voice broke a peaceful quiet . she’d heard it over radio waves and in interviews on tv , quietly asked finn to turn it down or her dad to shut it off . but this was HERE . HE was here . . . and she startled , turning to find its source and losing her balance and stumbling off of the board as it continued in its trajectory , catching a bit of speed as she pushed off of the deck and sent it BARRELING into the neighbor’s emptied garbage can . flinching , she halfheartedly jogged after it , heart racing at the lilt of his accent . she hadn’t even LOOKED at him yet . “ yeah , i –– uh . . . i think it’s becoming a bit lest effective , as time goes on , ” the laughter that passes her lips is dry and nervous . it was bound to happen eventually , running into kieran , but she hadn’t expected it so soon . or in the middle of her MOTHER’S neighborhood . the last she saw him , midnight was trickling into dawn . his curls were tousled and her cheeks were flushed and LAUGHTER was hushed into the crook of his neck . her eyelids were heavy but her heart was wide awake , and when she woke up the next morning , she could’ve sworn it was a dream , if not for the t-shirt he’d left discarded in the corner of a new york apartment . TOO MUCH came rushing back at once , and it slammed into her the moment she turned to meet his eye . “ it’s less of a hazard , ” she noted , gaze shifting over him before her nose wrinkled and she turned back to upright an empty trash bin , “ usually , i mean . imagine if i’d plowed my car through those things . yikes . ” yikes . mason practically winced at the word , and she HATED how he’d become so distance . she was angry with him . . . and with herself , for missing him . “ i was down the street at mom’s and i –– ” she shook her head , looking up at the house behind him and stepping off of the road and onto the sidewalk , a few paces closer , but still not allowing her gaze to linger in his direction for too long , “ gosh , i knew you’d bought a house over here , but i didn’t realize it was this close to mom and marco’s . . . didn’t realize you’d be BACK either . ” lips purse and she meets his eye again , jaw clenching slightly before she tightly remarked , “ thought you might have a studio in la or something . leavin’ the SMALL town stuff behind , you know ? ”
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