Dear readers, I found the song that perfectly describes Mason and Amna: Perfect by Ed Sheeran.
Now, I know what many of you might be thinking 'how does this describe them?' But trust me. I know. I know where the story will go in the future and this song is perfect for them (pun intended).
Just wait and watch

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"Wake up sleepy head!" someone barges into my room and screams like it is the day of judgement and God is waiting for me

or at least it sounds like that because i am too busy floating with unicorns

And by someone I mean a man

Hmm....Who could it be?
Oh wait, of course.

"Mason what the hell?" I say in a raspy voice and he chuckles

"Wake up" he says and even though I can't see him, I know he is smirking.

Damn him!

"I slept at 3 and it's just 11 right now Mason" I say, slightly opening my eye to look at the clock.

"Why were you up till so late? Were you thinking about me?"

No. Not at all.

"I wasn't" I sit up, much to my dismay.

"Whatever. Get your sleepy self down there"

"You were gonna say sleepy ass weren't you?" this time I smirk

"I - I was but then I remembered that I couldn't" and at this I start laughing.

"Would you say that to Amelia?"

"Of course"

"Then what's the difference now?" I ask

"Now you're Amna"

"I've always been Amna, it's just that now you know it. Please don't be awkward around me" he rubs the back of his neck, something he does when he is embarrassed.

"Okay. Well, get up now"

"I dont want to"

"You have to"

"Just so you know. I hate you with a passion"

"Well at least you feel something for me" with that, he leaves the room

As much as I love him, platonically, I mean, I really wanna bang his head against a wall right now!

I groan and get up, brush my teeth and go downstairs for breakfast.

"So what's the plan for today?" I ask

"I'm better so I can take you anywhere you want" my aunt says.

"No that's okay. I'll go with Mason. You should rest, that's what the doctor told you"

"But I'm better!" She exclaims and I laugh

"But I have more fun with Mason!" I say imitating her and she smirks

I really really hope it's not that smirk.
The smirk that says 'hey! You're gonna marry this guy in some years and then look like a large bear with a swollen tummy. Constantly popping children out of yourself'
Yeah not happening
I've got one life and I intend on living it without a man controlling me.
Typical Pakistani women!
And I really hope she realizes that me and Mason can't be a thing

"Fine. Where are you two going?" She looks at us and I look at Mason

"Where do you think we should go?" He asks me.

"Umm...I have some shopping to do so I wanted to go to the mall"

"Great. The mall it is then"

"Okay"

"I'll pick you up at 3" and with that he leaves.

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I still have 5 hours to kill so I surf through my Facebook and Instagram.
Nothing new except people smiling with wide teeth and rubbing their perfect lives in my face.

I get up and start to look for an outfit to wear.
I choose a t shirt and dark blue jeans. I take a shower.

I come out of the shower and stare at my reflection in the mirror

Why do you have to be so sad? You've got four parents.
Your mom, your dad and your grandparents.
You have an amazing family.
Why are you so ungrateful?

"I don't bloody know!" I answer my subconscious.
I sigh and walk out of the bathroom

I sit down and start to think of something to watch.
I think I'll watch some episodes of arrow because I love that show.

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Halfway through an episode I see that there is some time left before Mason comes.

I get up, put on my shoes and some lip gloss.

At exact 3 Mason's car is outside the house so I get my bag and rush downstairs saying my goodbye to everyone.

He plays the radio and we sing with every song ones again.
We reach the mall in 10 mins and I get out.

As I get out I see the cutest puppy ever and I say to Mason

"Look how cute it is!"

"Yeah. Let's go pet it." he says and moves forward
I gulp

"I-I can't"

"Why?"

"I'm...uh..scared of dogs" he looks at me in disbelief and then throws his head back, laughing hardly.
"You...you are scared of d..dogs"

"Yeah yeah go on make fun of me" I roll my eyes.

"Uhh..sorry but that's just so funny"

"Shut up"

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"Where do you wanna go first?" He asks

"The food court. It's lunch time"

"Yes boss" he mock salutes me.
He must think that my stomach is a well

"So what do we wanna eat?" He asks

"McDonald's maybe" I shrug

"Or we could eat Chinese. That place is really good" he suggests

"And what if it's not good?" I inquire

"It is. I've tried it. I come here all the time with my mom" he crosses his arms across his chest

"I don't believe you" I cross my arms across my chests too.
Our eyes challenge each other for some time.
It's getting hard
I shouldn't blink because I think we're playing the 'the one who blinks first loses' game and I suck at this.

"Fine! Go get Chinese!" I tear my gaze away from him
He grins and walks away.

After sometime he returns with our food and I must say that I should let him decide when it comes to food because this is very delicious.

"So what do you wanna shop for first?" He asks me

"More like who"

"Gifts huh?"

"Yup"

"So 'who' do you wanna shop for first?" He says making air quotation marks.

"My sister"

"Okay"

We reach a shop that is all pink and looks like it is for little girls so I go inside and I am correct.
It has all the things for little girls

"Hey you should buy this for her. Brie loves this kind of stuff" he holds up a dress

"That is so cute. I'm definitely getting that for her and we're getting one for Brie" I exclaim

"Hey! No that's fine!", he exclaims too and I give him my best glare
"Well...I mean.." he wants to continue
"Brie is like a sister to me so shut your mouth" I command

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After 3 hours of shopping for myself and everyone except papa I walk into a shop for men.

"I think I'll buy this for him" I hold up a tie

"Looks cool" he nods and yawns.
Poor guy!

"Hey Mason. Do you like this?" I hold up a perfume and he sniffs it.

"Yeah. I love it" he says

"Good. Very good" I nod and walk to the counter.
I ask the lady at the counter to pack the two things in different bags.

"Here you go" I hand him the bag with the perfume

"Why? Are the other bags too heavy?" He inquires. Utterly confused

"No, it's for you" I smile

"F-for me? Why? No no. You take it back" , he tries to give it back. Clearly the guy has never met me properly.
Doesn't he know that I'm a stubborn bitch?

"I'm not going to take it back. You do so much for me, the least I can do is give you a gift" I squeeze his hand and smile again before quickly rescuing my hand, realizing what I've done.

"But this isn't right. You got a gift for Brie too and that's okay but why me?" he asks

"Why not? You do so much for me too and plus you're special"

"I don't know.." he trails off

"Don't think too much. It's just a gift. Keep it. For me. Please" I give him my puppy dog eyes and he sighs

"Fine and thank you" he smiles at me.

We head out of the mall and I sit in the car, groaning.

"God, I hate roaming malls" I complain

"Now that we're done. Do you want some ice cream?" He asks

"YES. God bless you!"

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"Umm...my team has a basketball match tomorrow. Do you wanna come? Mom and dad can't come. Brie isn't well" he asks on our way back home

"What happened to her? I hope she gets well soon and I would love to come"I swallow my ice cream and say this all at once so my ice cream doesn't melt

"Great. I'll pick you up tomorrow and I'll text you the timings and by the way it's just a cold but she gets very whiny and needs both mom and dad when she's sick" he chuckles

"Do I have your number?" I ask because I don't remember him giving me his number

"I guess not"
I don't have his number?
I don't have the number of the guy who has the power to make me breathless?
What!?
I swear I have no control over my thoughts these days
"Great then I'll note it down." I say

"Okay"

Then I note his number and go inside the house.

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I yawn and lie down on my bed, my eyes feeling heavy and just as they close shut, I get a text.

Hey! Come outside!
I get a text from Mason

At this time? Why?
I ask

Just come!

I groan and roll out of bed.
I slowly and carefully trudge down the stairs, careful not to wake anybody up.

I walk out, my eyebrows creased.
I'm gonna kill him if it's something stupid!
Aren't I becoming very violent?

"What do you want at this hour?" I whisper-shout

"I want to give you this" he hands me a package and I rip it open.

Out comes a shirt with what I assume is Mason's team's logo on it.
I turn it around and at the back it says Rogers

I gasp and look up at him.
All my anger vanishing like a cloud of smoke.

"Do you like it?" He asks

"I love it Mason. How did you get it for me? Why did you get it from me?"

"I told my coach that I lost my first one so I got another one and I got it because I want you to wear it tomorrow" he says

"I know you want me to wear it. Duh much. Is this your shirt? Like..I mean..of course it is. The shirt you wore to your practice and the shirt you sweat in.." I scrunch up my nose.

Honestly, how rude am I?

He just gave me a gift, I shouldn't be this ungrateful.
But then again, being grateful isn't one of my many known traits.

"Don't worry I washed it" he grins and I smile apologetically

"But you do know that I'm going to get a lot of looks tomorrow, right? People will think I'm your girlfriend!" I chuckle

"I don't give a flying chocolate fudge about what people think" he says, suddenly sounding very defensive. Then he calms down
"If you're comfortable wearing it then please do. It'd make me happy" he smiles

"I would wear it for sure. Thank you so much" I grin

"Well then I should get going" he stuffs his hands in his jeans and wave him good bye as he walks off.

Did he just give me a shirt to wear on his game tomorrow?
Wow