i feel so bad for deleting this book, i lost 1k readers and 221 votes. now i'm at 60 reads and 32 votes. oh well, i just re-published this book yesterday, it's gonna take another 4 months for another 1k won't it? i'll wait. i have faith now.

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I looked out towards the sea, breathless. The view here was as great as it was from atop the Ferris wheel, and I took my time appreciating it. Beside me, Mason was motionless. If not for his chest moving up and down with each breath he took, you wouldn't know that he was alive, well, other than the fact that he was sitting on a tall wall.

How we got up here was a long story, we would keep buying cotton candy, eating it there and then, and then we would ask for another one. At first the guy didn't mind, because he was earning money, right? But a line had started to form and people started to yell for their turn, id turned around and stuck out my tongue at them. That had been the last straw, I guess and those who happened to be really offended by my rudeness and my slightly blue tongue started chasing us, the rest of them stayed to get their blue or pink cloud of candy. We obviously had to run away. I'd dropped my stick of cotton candy, which was a shame really. But we'd taken a few twists and turns and ended up at a dead end- this brick wall. But we could still hear them behind us so Mason gave me a lift and we climbed up here. There was a fire escape staircase by the side and we'd hidden there until the people had gone away, and then we'd come back and sat on top of this very wall.

Now, I ran my finger along the cracks between the bricks. I didn't know why it was so awkward now. After the Ferris wheel incident, we had gotten along just fine, even while running from the mob; we were fine, having fun even. But after we had climbed down from the fire escape, the silence stopped being comfortable and became awkward. I gathered my courage, took a deep breath and turned towards Mason.

"Can you please tell me what's wrong? Because you're scaring me." I said softly. A corner of his mouth lifted into a half smile and he fiddled with his long fingers.

"I was just wondering how you came from hating me last night, and now, look at us; we're having fun. I'm scared for you, because of that. And being scared for you? It scares me too." He releases a breath. I didn't expect him to tell me, to tell me the truth. I had thought he would just brush me off and say it was nothing but he told me what was on his mind; he said he was scared for me. What the fuck?

"What do you mean you're scared for me?" I whisper harshly. He shakes his head with a sad smile on his face.

"I'll tell you someday, but not today. Not now, it's not the right time, Hailey." He says, with that same sad smile as he turns his head towards mine.

And I saw something then. His eyes were not holding his usual arrogance and confidence; instead, they held years of sorrow in them. Something clicked into place then; we were just two lost kids trying to find ourselves. So I took his face in my hands and I kissed him.

When I pulled away from him, his eyes wide and his pupils were dilated. He looked shocked and I swear I could have seen a flash of a smirk on his face and I thought he was going to throw his hurtful words from last night (more like, this morning) in my face again but it was gone in a flash. I almost regretted kissing him.

"Did I do something wrong, Mason?" I questioned softly. He looked at me, pupils still wide, lips so very red and kissable.

"No, no you didn't do anything wrong, Hailey, you did everything right." He whispered as he leaned closer to me and kissed me. It's like if we pulled away from each other, we would die. It felt like his lips were the air that I needed to survive. He was a drug, Mason. And he'd gotten me addicted to him.

When we needed actual air, we pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine. His minty breath blowing on my face.

"What are we still doing here, Mason?" I asked him.

"I wanted to show you something, and I wanted to bring you to that dance that was going to happen right after sunset." He said nodding towards the general direction of where the dance floor supposedly was. I nodded my approval. I was still reeling from those two kisses; they had taken my breath away, literally.

"Speaking of sunsets, look." He pointed to the west. I gasped, the sunset was beautiful. I was mesmerized and the only thing that broke the spell was when Mason talked.

"I've always wanted to show you the sunset, I heard you say once that you loved watching the sunset, from on top of someplace high. I don't think you realize exactly how important you are to certain people. Some people are just blinded by pain and hatred, I promised you that I would help you get Amelia back, and I will. But I also want a chance with you. Even if it's only for a week. People label me as a fuckboy, playboy and all that. And I am Hailey, but I like you a little bit, can you give me a chance Hailey? You think this sunset is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, Hailey?" he smiles, "No, I think you're the most beautiful thing, person and girl I have ever seen, and I've seen a lot."

I smile at him, and nod my head once. He smiles wider and pokes my dimple.

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We strolled through the crowd and made our way to the temporary dance floor, soft music was playing and Mason pulls me in with a twirl, passing two tickets to the man in front of the makeshift gate who was dressed as a bouncer. I obliged with a laugh. He placed his hands on my hips and we swayed from side to side. I smiled and placed one hand on his shoulder and took his right hand in mine, intertwining my fingers with his long ones. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he lowered his face towards my shoulder and he nudged the strap of my dress into place with his nose, and placed a kiss on the smooth skin.

"I love this dress. I love it, but I hate it when you wear it out, I absolutely hate it." He says and lifts his head to glare at something behind me. I turn my head slightly to the left and see a man who looks scared out of his wits, and once he sees my curious look, he turns red and urns himself so that the woman who is dancing with him faces us instead of him.

I laugh, "Mason! He's like 30 or something and that woman must be his wife. And you're speaking as if you saw me wear it more than once." He looks down and gives me a devilish grin.

"I saw you wear it at the beach a few weeks ago." I roll my eyes.

"Of course you did." I lean my head on his shoulder, a little tired. He sighs and leans his chin on the top of my head. I untangle his hand from mine and place both of my hands around his neck instead. His hands move to waist and rest there. 18 by One Direction comes on and I bite my lip. I love this song.

"I got a heart," I sing softly and trace a heart on his chest, his arms tighten around me, "and I got a soul, believe me I will use them both."

"We made a start. Be it a false one I know, baby I don't want to feel alone." He whispers in my ear and I gasp. He sings! And his voice is a wonderful sound, I realize with a jolt, absolutely angelic. I pull back from him, as the chorus comes on and I kiss him as I stand on my tiptoes. I clutch his denim jacket for support and he leans his head down to make it easier for me. I hear claps around us and I pull back, a blush rising on my cheeks as Mason smiles softly down at me.

I remember why it feels like I knew Mason before this, before high school. Mason was an amazing boy when he was younger. He had picked me up when I had fallen at the playground once. 'You're pretty' he had said. When I looked at Mason now, I didn't see that 9 year old Mason anymore, not immediately. He was still there though, he was just... buried.

And I just knew that he wanted to be found again, he had promised me that he would help me win Amelia back again, so I made a silent promise to myself and him. I'd help him find himself too.

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fave scene so far? mine is the dancing scene just now. i think someone once said that she like the makeover chapter, before i deleted the book.

18 actually did come on spotify and that part of the chapter was written subconsciously.

i'm on my 1 week March break. I think americans call it easter. and i've been in a writing mood a lot recently so... ;)