You Know My Love is Always On Your Side
#2
~Friday, September 3rd, 2010~
“Bel? You hear?” Mason asked as he walked into the apartment he shared with his best friend.
“Yup.” Maybel replied as she emerged from her bedroom.
“Well we got through the first week.” he muttered as he plopped down on the couch.
“And we have a lot left to go.” she laughed.
“Wanna go out to a party tonight?” he asked.
“You know I don’t like parties ever since that one with Tristen.” Maybel muttered.
“Bel Tristen isn’t here. Sophie isn’t here, there’s no one here to ridicule you. Come on, it’ll be fun. Please?” he pouted.
“Ugh fine.” she groaned a few minutes later.
“Yay! I love you.” he smiled and walked off to get changed.
He came back out and pulled her up.
“I promise, this will be fun.” Mason smiled as they walked to a frat house.
They walked inside and Mason went off to get a drink.
An hour later, Maybel was sitting on a couch, not paying attention to the drunk guy next to her as he ranted about his ex-girlfriend.
“There you are.” Mason breathed out as he pulled her up.
“Where have you been?” she asked.
“Hiding. There’s this girl that won’t leave me alone.” he mumbled.
“Mason!” a girl cooed as she walked towards the two.
“Fuck…Bel pretend to be my girlfriend please.” he pleaded.
“What?” Maybel asked.
“Just please go with it.” he mumbled and pressed his lips to hers.
***
Back in Dallas, Sophie and Tristen were lying lazily on his couch. Sophie was filing her nails and Tristen was watching TV.
“Ya know Damien has been really pissing me off.” Tristen announced.
Sophie abruptly stopped filing her nails at the mention of his twenty one year old brother. Her eyes snapped up to him.
“Why?” she asked playing it cool.
“He won’t tell me who he’s been hooking up with. I found some chick’s bra over his apartment and he won’t tell me who he was with. He always tells me.” he spat.
Sophie’s eyes widened.
“I need to go.” she said and grabbed her purse.
“Go where?” he asked.
“Don’t worry about it.” she said and pecked his lips.
“I love you.” he called as she went out the door.
“Uh huh.” she called back.
Sophie got in her car and sped over to the apartment she’s been visiting for three years. She walked to the familiar door and pounded on it. Damian yanked it open. Sophie slapped him across the face.
“You dumbass! He knows you’re hooking up with somebody.” she spat.
“I know, I didn’t tell him it was you though.” Damien replied.
“You better not.” she growled.
“You’re so hot when you’re angry.” he smirked.
“Tell me something I don’t know.” she muttered and pressed her lips to his.
“Bel? You hear?” Mason asked as he walked into the apartment he shared with his best friend.
“Yup.” Maybel replied as she emerged from her bedroom.
“Well we got through the first week.” he muttered as he plopped down on the couch.
“And we have a lot left to go.” she laughed.
“Wanna go out to a party tonight?” he asked.
“You know I don’t like parties ever since that one with Tristen.” Maybel muttered.
“Bel Tristen isn’t here. Sophie isn’t here, there’s no one here to ridicule you. Come on, it’ll be fun. Please?” he pouted.
“Ugh fine.” she groaned a few minutes later.
“Yay! I love you.” he smiled and walked off to get changed.
He came back out and pulled her up.
“I promise, this will be fun.” Mason smiled as they walked to a frat house.
They walked inside and Mason went off to get a drink.
An hour later, Maybel was sitting on a couch, not paying attention to the drunk guy next to her as he ranted about his ex-girlfriend.
“There you are.” Mason breathed out as he pulled her up.
“Where have you been?” she asked.
“Hiding. There’s this girl that won’t leave me alone.” he mumbled.
“Mason!” a girl cooed as she walked towards the two.
“Fuck…Bel pretend to be my girlfriend please.” he pleaded.
“What?” Maybel asked.
“Just please go with it.” he mumbled and pressed his lips to hers.
***
Back in Dallas, Sophie and Tristen were lying lazily on his couch. Sophie was filing her nails and Tristen was watching TV.
“Ya know Damien has been really pissing me off.” Tristen announced.
Sophie abruptly stopped filing her nails at the mention of his twenty one year old brother. Her eyes snapped up to him.
“Why?” she asked playing it cool.
“He won’t tell me who he’s been hooking up with. I found some chick’s bra over his apartment and he won’t tell me who he was with. He always tells me.” he spat.
Sophie’s eyes widened.
“I need to go.” she said and grabbed her purse.
“Go where?” he asked.
“Don’t worry about it.” she said and pecked his lips.
“I love you.” he called as she went out the door.
“Uh huh.” she called back.
Sophie got in her car and sped over to the apartment she’s been visiting for three years. She walked to the familiar door and pounded on it. Damian yanked it open. Sophie slapped him across the face.
“You dumbass! He knows you’re hooking up with somebody.” she spat.
“I know, I didn’t tell him it was you though.” Damien replied.
“You better not.” she growled.
“You’re so hot when you’re angry.” he smirked.
“Tell me something I don’t know.” she muttered and pressed her lips to his.