"Here," Mason takes out a huge basket from behind the bushes. At my look, he explains, "It's mine. I left it here earlier today. Don't worry."

One hand holding the basket, he looks at me and holds out a hand to me. "Follow me."

"The last time you said that we ended up jumping off of a cliff." I laugh.

"But you enjoyed it, didn't you?" He winks.

I take his hand instead of answering.

"Now where are you taking me?" I ask him.

"Always so curious and suspicious." He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "You'll have to find out. It's a surprise."

"-but," I begin.

"But nothing. Wait." A cocky little grin splits his face.

I cannot help pouting, but I remain silent for now.

He gets behind me and covers my eyes. "Nu-uh." He whispers teasingly into my ear as I move my hands to my eyes.

"Trust me," his warm breath tickles my ear a bit.

Then, he lets go.

We enter a clearing and stand near a cabin. It's one of those nice, decently sized cabins you see in the movies with a porch and everything. It's one story and has nice . It's modern looking but retains the woodsy feel to it still. Of course, it's build with wood.

It's quite beautiful. The cabin has lights dangling from the ceiling of the cabin. The top of the porch is illuminated by candlelight.

I'm impressed.

He pulls me toward the cabin and unlocks the front door. "After you," he winks and bows exaggeratedly.

The inside is just as beautiful. It's warm because of the fire heating up the place. Couches surround the fireplace and a bag of marshmallows, graham crackers, and dark chocolate cover a table nearby.

I freaking love s'mores.

I almost leap towards them, but Mason brings me back.

"Dessert goes after dinner," Mason wraps his muscular arms around my waist to stop me from reaching the food.

"And what's dinner?" I lean my head back onto his chest. 

He leaves me, causing a slight feel of emptiness, before coming back with two big bags.

"Chipotle!" I grin widely. He hands me one bag. Hell yes. 

"Complete with salsa and chips. I got you a salad bowl; that's your favorite right?" Mason sounds unsure. He's adorable when he's unsure. His lips curl slightly into a pout and he furrows his eyebrows. 

Ah, don't catch feelings Delany. That will never end well for either of you.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" I take out my bowl of goodies. I can't believe he got my order right-all the way down correctly. I don't like beans or sour cream.

"I've always noticed even the littlest thing about you." Mason gives me a small smile. Don't catch feelings Delany...

"From all that time you've spent stalking me?" I reply jokingly.

"Yeah, I guess you can say that." He nods ever so slightly. I can't help but feel like he wanted to say something more, but instead he opens his bag and grabs a burrito.

"Let's eat over at the couch." Mason leads the way. He turns on the big TV screen hanging above the fireplace. I wonder if that's a safety hazard. Then again, there is a book shelf in the middle.

"What do you want to watch?" He flips through the TV channels.

"I don't really watch TV much." I shrug. I use my time to paint, exercise, and other activities. "Well, I do but not consistently lately." I add on before he starts making fun of me.

"Well, I don't really watch tv much anyways. That saves me some trouble." He lets out a sigh of relief as he turns off the tv. "We could...talk."

"Talk, huh. Then, what are we doing now?" I smile amusingly.

"Oh, you know what I meant." He rolls his eyes and takes a huge bite out of his food. 

"So...what's with all this?" I ask straightforwardly.

"What do you mean?" He asks innocently like he doesn't know what I'm referring to.

"The cliff diving, the stargazing, this..." I begin to list.

"Why do you always have to ask questions and ruin the fun?" He puts down his food and looks at me.

I look back at him.

"Okay, you don't ruin the fun, but why can't we just enjoy the moment?"He sighs.

"Because you're Mason Miretti, and I'm Delany Greene. We don't talk. We don't associate with one another. Yet, I've seen you more these pass weeks than in the past years. You've hurt me countless of times too, but here you are once again. I just don't understand or get you." I put down my food and place it on the table near us. "I want to enjoy the moment, I really do. Yet, that's just it. This is just a moment that will pass away. Tomorrow, we might be strangers again. Are we going to go through the halls ignoring one another, or hating on one another again?" 

Dammit. My eyes are starting to tear up. I try not to be emotional. I hate crying so much. It's basically the one thing that has stayed constant in my life: crying. I fucking hate being so weak. I turn away and blink away the tears forming. Tears you better not roll down my cheeks. I'm not going to cry in front of Mason.

Mason, being Mason, he tenderly grips my chin and turns my face towards him. With his thumb, he wipes away the corner of my eyes. "Don't cry, Dels." His eyes appear so sad when they look at me. "Please don't cry." 

"You just make me so confused." I lift his arm away from my face and huff. "I don't do well with emotions. You know that. It's better to put them away into a treasure chest and throw away the key." 

"I'm sorry for ruining whatever we had..." I say once again. I have more words to say, but they are stuck in my throat as I glance at him.

"I have a lot to tell you. It's going to be a long story, but know this, i've never once wanted to hurt you. Sometimes my anger and mouth gets the better of me. I just fucking ruin everything. I guess I'm just a fuck up." His voice rumbles in anger and sadness. There's definitely more behind what he just said.

"I don't know. Can we just enjoy what we have right now?" He sounds almost desperate, like he really needs this. 

"Sure." I give him a small smile. I can do that for him right now. We continue eating our food, but this time we snuggle closer together as we watch the flames in the fireplace. I keep focusing on the fact that it feels just right to be next to him. It's so comfortable resting in the crook of his shoulder as his arm wraps around me. 

"You ready for s'mores?" Mason eventually leans over to grab the graham crackers, skewers, and etc. He grabs our food and places it in the trash disposal before he comes back.

"Of course." I crawl out of the couch and draw closer to the fireplace. Our bodies seem to gravitate toward each other as once again we lean together closely despite the face the fire is warm enough. 

I smile as I watch Mason open the packages and start cooking his marshmallow. 

I've totally caught feelings for him. 

At the moment, I don't really care anymore. I'm just going to let fate runs its course with us.

"Do you care to join?" Mason's eyes twinkle from the reflection of the fire.

"Yes," I take a marshmallow and stab it onto the skewer before putting it into the fireplace. 

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