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You might sit here and think 'OMG I could never see Mason getting drunk?'  Or 'He drinks?'. Sadly yes all of those are true until tonight. We went to our friend Tara Yummy's 21st birthday party earlier. I didn't drink because I don't like to. But Mason did, and that's how I ended up sitting on cold bathroom tiles with Mason's head on my lap while I fiddled around with his curls.

"Mase, you okay honey?" I ask as I hear his soft breathing. "Mhm," Mumbles still obviously drunk. "You sure you don't want some water?" I ask as he nods no. "Mk," I sigh, Mason doesn't like being taken care of. So he lies, when he's sick and generally when he doesn't 'need help'. He only doesn't lie when he's loopy or Drunk.

"I'll be back," I sit up holding onto the toilet for support. "Where are you going," He slurs his words. "Just to get water, I'll be back," I smile as he nods.

I ALWAYS take care of Mason, because he took care of me when my mom and stepdad were abusing me. That was a hard time in my life, and growing up with big guys roaming around the house while they... well you know.

And when I turned 16 I was in high school when the Thames family took me in. I started as Brooke's best friend, then Mason's 'girl who is a friend, THEN Mason finally grew a pair and asked me out.

I go back up the stairs and I hear soft mumbles from Mason as I enter our bathroom.

"H-hey your back!" He smiles as I nod wanting to laugh. "In the flesh," I smirk as he pats the floor signaling for me to sit down. "I love you," He slurs as I giggle. "I love you too mase," I smile as I start to zone out.

I wonder, what would life be like if I never met Brooke. If I never asked what book she was reading. Would I still be living at home if I never told her about my parents?

"Y/n?" He snaps me out of my thoughts. "Yes, sweetheart?" It was a nickname I could call him if he was in this state of mind and he would not cringe. "I promise I will never treat you how your mom did, or how any of her boyfriends did, I will not leave you ever or make fun of you for eating how your mom did or how her boyfriends treated you or put their hands on you," He finishes as I feel the tears start to fall on my lap.

"Why are you crying?" He wipes my tears. I don't think he was drunk anymore. "That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said that to me," I sadly chuckle. "Well, you deserve the world and many more," He sits up. "Stopp," I giggle as he shakes his head.

"And for the record I was sober by the time we got home,"

"ASS HOLE!"

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Soo likeee I finally updatedd