"Oh hello miss Amna, he has been waiting for you since a very long time and is very excited to meet you. He's glad you could take out time to meet him" the secretary bows and leads me to the lounge.

It is so beautiful with big chandeliers and so many decorations.
I hear footsteps and see him. Wow.
Just wow.
He is even more good looking in person then I had imagined. Like the take-my-breath-away good looking

"Hello" his deep and beautiful voice sounds like a melody to my ears.
"Ry..."

Ring

What the hell?
No.
Who the hell?

Who the hell wants to die so badly that they decided to wake me up when I was going to meet Ryan Gosling?

I swear I'm going to kill this person with my own bare hands.

It is a text from Mason.

Of course!
The only man who wishes so hard to die that he can't stop annoying me

"I'll bring all the things tomorrow"
What things?

"Do the things include a lot of weapons? I could use my hands to kill you too but the things will just make it easier" I text back.

"And what sin did my poor soul commit this time? 😞"
As if that sad emoji is going to soften my heart.
Fine, it is.
But he doesn't know that and he doesn't need to.

"You woke me up during a date with Ryan Gosling. You shall be punished!"

"Buahahahahahah. Go to sleep, broccoli"

"Go to hell, captain America"

"The first flight is day after tomorrow. I'll book my ticket"

Haha.
Note the sarcasm

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"GOOD MORNING SLEEPY HEAD!!!" Mason barges into my room and shouts at the top of his lungs.

That's two times he has ruined my sleep.
He really does want to die.
I should talk to him about this.
He shouldn't want to die like this

"That is two times you have ruined my sleep Mason. You're asking for your death. I'll show you easier ways than being murdered by me, just stop ruining my sleep" I voice my thoughts in a raspy voice

"Okay miss serial killer. Get up" he says and tugs at my blanket.

"Ugh. Fine" I sigh and get up before sending him a murderous glare

I brush my teeth, take a shower and change into new pajamas.

"I thought you were going to change your clothes" Mason says not looking up from the game of scrabble, for which he is setting the things.

"For you? No chance. You have to bear me as it is." I say

"Okay. I don't mind" he shrugs.
He really doesn't mind me in my weird pajamas!

F-U-N-D-A-M-E-N-T-A-L-L-Y
I add the word to the game and Mason sighs in defeat.

"What the hell? That's two times you have won in a row" he runs his hand through his hair.

"That's what you get for interrupting my date with Ryan" I say and smile triumphantly.

"Okay! How long are you going to hold this over me?" He asks

"Not long. I'm leaving tomorrow, remember?" I smile

"Yeah, let's not go there" he grimaces and I feel sad for him
For me
For us

Us? Since when is there an us?

"So what should we play next?"   He lightens the mood and looks through the BIG bag he has brought.
The bag has tons of board games and even more junk food.

"Why don't we eat something?" I say and eye the junk food hungrily.
My stomach grumbles like an elephant who has been tickled.

"Okay" he says and pulls out the packets of gummy bears and sour worms and like a thousand different types of chips.

I quickly snatch the chips and eat them.
Now I know what he meant by "things" last night and suddenly I don't mind him waking me up during my date.
Yes, food can do that to me.

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After playing scrabble and uno for two hours, all of which I won, or he let me win

I force him to watch beauty and the beast, and we do.
Much to his despise
But hey, I love that movie and plus rumbelle was my favorite when I first started watching OUAT

"Mason?"

"Yes?"

"I'm hungry"

"Again?"

"Gee! Don't make that face. I'll go check what my aunt is making" I get up and scrunch my nose as I realize that My aunt has made ladyfinger and I do not want to eat that.

"She's making food and trust me, we don't want to eat that" I shake my head

"Fine. Who's going to cook?" He asks me and I raise an eyebrow
"I am" he answers his own question and heads to the kitchen.

"Aww Mason, I love you" I follow him but stop dead in my tracks

What did I just say?
Crap! Crap!
Please just kill me already
Why isn't the floor opening so it can swallow me whole
Open up! Bad floor!
A bead of sweat trickles down my forehead and I start hyperventilating
Okay. Calm down. Calm down. You can just go upstairs, book a ticket to...Vietnam and never come back.
Or I could just try to cover up?
Good idea.

"Platonically, I mean" I cover up and he throws his head back, laughing heartily

Why the hell does he have to do stuff like this?
Why does he look so beautiful while laughing and I look like a hyena?

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He chops vegetables like Gordon Ramsey and I just stare at him

"What are you staring at?" He asks, never looking up from his professional chopping.
I guess I've stared long enough for him to notice.

"How you chop" I answer.

"How many girls have you dated?" I ask Mason out of nowhere

Maybe my question surprised him but he doesn't show it

"To be honest. None" he answers and adds the vegetables to the mixture of whatever he is making.

And just like that the conversation is over

Huh, really not that much of drama like him asking me why I asked that etc. 

And for those who are wondering.
I asked because I was curious.

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After an hour I can smell an amazing dish, which I didn't know the name of.

He puts it in front of me and I stare at it

"Are your eyes hungry?" He smirks

"Uh- no. This just looks so good" I put some in my plate and take a bite.
This is the best thing ever.

While eating, I ask him about his school, his home life and his friends.
His life seems pretty normal but I cannot shake the feeling that there is something wrong or there was something wrong

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"Hey. Let's play a game" I say after we have eaten

"I do not have the energy to lose another game" he whines like a baby.

"Then you will like this one" I say

"God. Fine" he grumbles and I squeal

"So we have to guess things about each other. For example: I ask you what my favourite color is and you guess it. Whenever one of us answers correctly we get one point and whoever has the most points in the end wins. Okay?" I explain the game.

"Did you just make this game up?" He asks

"Well duh. Don't you know how genius I am?"

"Sorry, I forgot" he grins

We sit cross legged on the sofa.

"Okay so let's start with you" I say

"My favourite color?" He asks.

Hmm.
How can I guess what his favourite color is?
What color is his car?
Black!
That's it!
His bed is black too.
I mean, Brie showed his room to me.
Oh and he has like an amazing book collection.
He also has Wuthering Heights lying around. I couldn't find it in my local book store and I was too lazy to look anywhere else

Mason clears his throat

"Oh sorry. Black" I answer and smile gleefully when he adds +1 to my points.

"What is my favourite color?" I ask

"Let's see. Brown?" he says and frowns when I add nothing to his points

"Who is the person I have a crush on?" he asks and smirks.

He knows I can't guess this!
Evil man!

"Like an actor?" I ask

Please be an actor. Then I can answer something like Angelina or Megan.

"No" he answers.

He has a crush on an actual person? I mean he can have a crush. I'm no one to stop him.
But he doesn't need to have a crush!

"Well then.....I would say no one" I say and bite my lip.
How does he expect me to figure it out?
Like I care about his crush!
He laughs and adds nothing to my points
I mean, my answer was stupid.

"Amna, why do you look so angry?" He smirks

"Me? Angry? Nah!"

"Same question" I say and he answers almost immediately.

"None" I sigh and add +1 to his points.

We play for a few more minutes and he clearly has more points than me.
He wins the game and doesn't a little dance in the living room, of course that is the exact moment that my  grandma decides to enter the room and she starts laughing and i do too.

He just stands there, gaping at us

"Okay so Amna who is your best friend?" He asks me as he sits down.

I answer quickly without a second thought.

"You"

His eyes light up.

"You're my best friend too" he replies and my heart squeezes

"You know I've never had really good friends. You are the closest thing I have to a best friend" I say and mean every word.

"Same here broccoli" he looks at me.

We stare at each other and smile, only smile. But to me his smile speaks a thousand words.
I don't now what the words are but he is trying to say them and no matter how hard I try, I can't understand them.
I'm complicated this way.
My lips part, in hopes that some words will come out but they don't.
Not the ones that I want to say, at least.
The only ones that do are:

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" I try to escape the peaceful yet awkward silence.

"Do you wanna watch arrow?"

"YESS!" I say and jump out of my seat.

Having a friend who shares your music AND tv series AND movie taste as you was amazing.

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"I gotta go now" he says and I frown

"I'll walk you till your home"

He nods

we walk silently and I feel lonely

I'm going back to my country, my city, my bedroom.
Why do i feel lonely?

I ask myself and look towards him

because of him

my subconcious adds

we reach his house and he stands outside his door, facing me

the dull street light illuminates his face
"You're leaving" he smiles and i smile back

"yes i am"

he steps closer and i look up at him

yes. up.

If you haven't figured it out yet, the idiot is taller than me

My stomach tingles and I can't help the smile that makes its way up to my face

"You know I'll miss you, right?"

I nod quietly, my whole body frozen

I try to look away but his gaze holds me.
It's like super glue, not letting me move

do you even want to move?

ugggghhhhh

I lift my stare from his nose to his eyes

Green.
They're not brown.
They're green.

They're not brown like autumn leaves, barely holding on, dying, ending.
They're green like spring leaves, holding on strongly, being born, beginning. They're not despair, they're hope

how did i not notice this before?

"I should go" I whisper but he doesnt say anything or move

the bloody bastard's stare is holding me captive and he knows it

I clear my throat. My hands are sweaty and I gulp.
Leave. Exit. Abort mission.

I walk away

halfway through, i turn around

"will I see you tomorrow?"

desperate, eh?

"maybe" he shrugs

"maybe is good"