#// BASICALLY IGNORING HIS ASS 24/7 LMAO ???? IDK I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE AF

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☁  FIVE TIMES MY MUSE HAS THOUGHT ABOUT YOURS, AND THE ONE TIME THEY DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. @omenwept

i. he’s sitting in class, gaze stuck on the small window as he watched the cars drive past the street, his attention nowhere near the explanation the professor seemed to be giving to him and the other kids sitting on the chairs between the walls of the small space. thoughts wander back to theo’s words, an invitation to a party that was being thrown at one of the students’s place. he knew for a fact that he wanted to go there with someone, and he didn’t even have to think over a couple of seconds to know w h o he’d wanted to go there with him. rosalie. they’d known each other for a while, hung out several times and perhaps even grown quite close. it was nice to be around her, nice to know that there were people out there willing to stick around him even if that stilinski boy was there - walking through the same corridors as him  (  even if mason shouldn’t  ) - ––––––– a doppelgänger something he would have never imagined he’d face. the whole situation seemed to cloud his mind several times a day, and as much as he tried to push all of those thoughts away he couldn’t. it was messed up, yes, yet rosalie still was there, sticking by his side through all the stress and insane stuff that seemed to be going on in his life. he’d told her about it all - how his parents had been murdered, why he was there in beacon hills - he’d told her all of that and she still stuck around him. that’s why she was the first one he thought about. she cared and he’d grown quite fond of her in a short amount of time. mason already saw her as his best friend, the one he trusted the most, the one he’d always call first if there was something going through his mind or he simply wanted to chat. that’s who she’d grown to be in his life in such a short amount of time. that’s why he wanted to take her with him, to that party - to perhaps get a little wasted and just forget about all the dumb shit going on in their lives - yet the boy didn’t. the hunter knew it wasn’t her scene.

ii. boredom is something he felt a few hours later (  or more like almost always  ). he wasn’t sure how much time he’d spent on the sketch in his hands, wrist moving in slow circular motions as he made quick strokes, the ink leaving its trail across the small book. it’s relaxing in a way and it helped to forget about everything that seemed to be capable of driving him mad. which he felt he was going. why he felt so insecure about everything he did in this town as of late he wasn’t sure. it was almost as if everything he did, wasn’t even good enough anymore. every lead he got lead him nowhere, he wasn’t sure where vampires tried hiding at this point. he’d looked everywhere there - but something told him he had to keep looking. black inked pen continued to leave it’s mark across the sketch, lines curving to form the shape of a face, robotic features added into the mix as he added a taint of roughness to the piece. he wasn’t sure what to do. it’s in moments like those in which he wished to be able to do something about it all, to not be stuck like he’d been the past few days. he pauses for a split second, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he found himself thinking about whether he should tell her or not. it’s funny how he kept on telling himself that distractions would last forever, but they didn’t even last a few minutes. mason knew rosalie would understand, hell he knew that a simple chat about it would help him relax and be reassured that he wasn’t going nuts like he felt he was, yet still he wouldn’t tell her. he trusted her, but the last thing he would want was to cause her any more trouble, to worry her. he knew he already was a butt at lunch earlier today, insisting for them to quickly hurry and get some take away. he’d claimed it would be better than anything else - yet the restaurant he’d talked about had turned out to be closed. shaking his head a small laugh managed to part the boy’s lips as he tried to focus his attention back on the sketch, a sketch which was slowly turning out to look more like her than he would’ve imagined, yet he didn’t think too much of it. maybe one day he’d show her.

iii. he’s standing in a crowded room alone, his back resting against the wall as he stared down at his phone. he hadn’t stopped thinking about calling her to hang out - h o w funny considering he was supposed to be having fun at the place he was at. it was a party, the one place where he was supposed to be interacting socially with others, but instead he was there doing nothing at all (  asides from having eaten the entire bowl of doritos all by himself  ) staring down at his phone as he read through their earlier conversation. he hadn’t even mentioned that he would be out tonight (  how odd  ) nor had he asked her if she would like to join him. in a way he pushes it away simply, but the fact that he kept on reading back through the conversation clearly proved how he wanted to just call her and hang out. he realized he’d much rather be with her watching some boring ass movie than drinking cheap beer and getting smashed with others he didn’t exactly give a damn about. it almost seemed like he was torturing himself, doing things he wasn’t even enjoying on purpose. truth was he would love for them doing it all together - something different - something where they’d be able to let loose and actually behave like normal teens (  do the stupidest of things together  ) it all sounded too appealing yet he never mentioned it - he would never say anything about it. she would think he was losing his mind. quickly mason made himself out of the small place, heading home to do something that would at least allow him to not be miserable once again. - that meant spending the whole night playing some stupid game that would lead him nowhere - it’s once again another distraction.

iv. four a.m and he’s still awake. this time he’s shut down his computer after raging at some kid (  h o w pathetic ) - deciding that it was best for him to just quit for the day. he let the weight of his body fall down against the mattress, his cat jumping on the bed as soon as he did so only for a small sigh to part the boys lips, hand reaching out to touch the furry animal as a gentle grin made its way onto his features. it was easy to be a cat, living with no worries asides from eating, drinking and finding a way to get someone’s attention. it seemed so simple. digits brush across the cat as he remember telling rosalie just that several days ago. only difference was that at that specific moment the boy had been complaining about the fact that she was always off to class, while he was either hanging around the park sketching, at home playing the same game for hours or trying a way to figure out who murdered his parent like they did. the simple thought of the dumb question he’d asked her, his mind going back in time as he wondered whether or not she’d asked herself about his sanity in that moment, he wouldn’t be surprised. it made him want to call her in that moment (  he simply liked it more than sending her a simple text  ) but he didn’t want to. the fact that he could wake her up was something he didn’t want to risk. he himself already knew how much it sucked to have their beauty sleep ruined and more so on a friday (  his cat had done this to him on several occasions - how f u n  ). maybe he’d tell her t o m o r r o w.

v. digits are hitting the key’s of his laptop, quickly typing away another entry where he explained all the little details which seemed to lead him somewhere. for once he felt accomplished. perhaps this time he would find out the truth behind the reason of that monster’s actions (  if he ever got to them  ) - he would finally be at peace as he gave them what they deserve. he show rosalie the bits of information that he’d found. something that lead him out of beacon hills and that’s where he stopped typing away the message he was about to send, deleting the whole thing. he’s overthinking the whole thing, he knew so. as relieved as he was to finally have a lead to the unanswered questioned he’s had these past three years he knew if he did let her know of this that anything could go wrong. not that she would mislead him he knew she would never, but it was something entirely different. he didn’t want to get her involved. with a few clicks he saved the document, closing his laptop as he exhaled softly, the tips of his fingers tapping against the wooden desk quickly. he wanted to tell her, he wanted her to know everything but he didn’t want her to get hurt. if he were to piss anyone off on this journey of his they would possibly try and get back at him in the worst of possible ways. hurting the people he cares about, those including her. it’s a classic, a technique even his parents had used in the past to fight off werewolves, but of course he wouldn’t put her life at risk. he wouldn’t let anyone know that she was even a part of his life. if it meant keeping her safe and making sure that no one would end up hurt, he would do so. she’s important to him, really important. it hadn’t taken her too long to become a pillar in his life, one holding everything together, and that’s why he shut his phone off in that moment, making sure that he wouldn’t say anything he’d regret later. it was better for her to be safe, better if he didn’t tell her anything that might make others aware that in a way he was vulnerable, that he wasn’t invincible, that instead there was something that made him care more about someone else than himself. for once he wasn’t selfish, for once he actually care more than he would have wanted to.

vi. another day goes by without talking to her at all. this time he wasn’t sure what brought these thoughts into him, making him - turning him into someone odd (  someone entirely different  ) someone he didn’t want to be. if there was a way for him to stop himself from bringing these thoughts into his head then he’d do so. digits are playing with the phone on his hands, his gaze stuck on the screen of his android as he pondered whether to call her or not, whether to ask her come to the woods, to their spot at the small lake. it’s where he’d hung out the past few hours, as if waiting for her to show up. he knew he had some explaining to do, as of why he’d been avoiding her these past four days. in a way it had been unintentional yet in another way all he’d truly wanted to do was to simply not bother the brunette. how s a d for all of it to be such a mess. gaze flickered across the screen, wondering what he should do. he knew what he wanted - he missed her after all. he wished to be able to talk to her once more and so with a quick shake of his head thumbs began typing away. a quick ‘hello c:’ something that in his world would be understood as an i miss you. it’s tragic for him to suddenly have become so vulnerable, so insecure, yet in a way it didn’t bother him much. it was almost as if things had shifted on his side, his only worry asides from finding out the truth suddenly becoming whether she’d be mad at him or not, whether she’d even answer back, yet he didn’t even give her the chance to type away nor even to come online as he was sending her a voice message this time. ❝ hey - rosalie yeah it’s me !! i uh- sorry for going missing these past few days. i know it was stupid - and i’m sorry but i uh- can you - can w e hang out ?? like right now ?? i’m at… you know where i am yeah ?? the little place we found a few weeks ago - ––––––– so if you want we can - y’know… i’ve got food with me too so if that makes the whole experience better. i won’t open the other bag of doritos i have with me. ❞ he’s rambled, his voice lingering at the end as if he were to say something more, which he felt like he wanted to, like he almost needed to but he sent the audio to her regardless. he wasn’t sure what it was that seemed to have made him so speechless for a split moment. he assumed it was the adrenaline pumping in his veins now that he’d gathered the courage to do this. to finally talk to her again it was - refreshing. still he wasn’t aware of the real difference behind that moment, the real reason why he’d suddenly stumbled over his own words, his self confidence vanishing as he sat there completely vulnerable for a moment. minutes pass as he stares down at his phone, almost waiting for something to happen, but nothing did (  asides for the two ticks turning blue as well as the audio’s color changing  ) the boy only found himself feeling more anxious this time yet he decided to wait - perhaps she’d come, perhaps she’d show up like he hoped she would. as stupid as he’d been the boy meant what he said. he’d missed her, with all his heart. after a while he felt a figure sitting down next to him, the corners of his lips twitching as he turned to see who it was. it’s a sudden happiness washing over him, his hand moving to rest on her knee only for his digits to give it a small squeeze as he watched her, offering her a smile as a breathy laugh dared to roll off his tongue. ❝ i missed you. ❞ he admitted, gaze finally meeting her own as he sat there with her - but then he reached down into his backpack, a bag of doritos being quickly opened before handing them over to her, a wide grin spread across his features. ❝ like i’m serious, i really did. see ?? these would’ve already been gone by now but they’re not. ❞ there’s that teasing tone of voice this time, but he was sure she could see the deep meaning behind his words (  he wasn’t one to share his food, even if she’d always been the exception  ) - this time things would be different or so he would try to make them be. it’s been enough time wasted - an entire week - he wouldn’t do anything like it again. ❝ we should watch a movie later and order some pizza or something ?? you can chose the sauce and basically everything if you want. ❞ he said before adding. ❝ but just saying - my cat’s probs gonna go nuts if she sees you though. i can already tell you that. ❞