To Hate My Stepbrother

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I spent the whole day thinking about Mason and was unable to stop myself from thinking about him. The day went by quicker than I expected it to and we both walked to our respective rooms.

I woke up early and had thought I was going to be earlier than Mason but I got downstairs to see him up already, he was on call with our parents.

“Oh, she’s here.” He announced with a smile in his voice and I walked to the laptop screen to see Danny and my mum.

I had no idea what they’d talked about for them to be grinning from ear to ear but I joined in and the call went on for a while before they had to go.

We both sat on the couch to watch a movie and for the first time, we didn’t argue on what to watch. Instead, we enjoyed watching what the other chose.

After the movie, we got ourselves engaged in a conversation and I found myself talking more than I usually do when my phone rang, making me stop talking.

I took a peak to see that it was Nicole and with a smile, I excused myself to answer the call. I ran into my room and picked the call almost immediately I got in.

The excitement in my voice can’t be missed as I explained it all to Nicole, I’d told her that Mason wasn’t as bad as I initially thought he was and he’s sweet and gentle instead.

“I told you you were just overreacting, I’m glad you chose to get to know him before killing him off,” she teased amidst laughter and I rolled my eyes.

“Now that you don’t hate him as much as before, tell me, do you find him cute and extremely hot now?” She asked and I almost choked on my spit.

“Nicole!” I warned, stomping my feet on the floor even though I had no idea why I’d just done that.

“What? Just fucking tell me, I need to know what you think.” She added.

“Well, I’m going to be very honest with you my dear best friend, I don’t find him to be all that cute.” I answered and I could imagine Nicole rolling her eyes.

We spoke some more and I told her about how I saw Mason smile really brightly, the memory was still vivid in my head, he was smiling and laughing these past weeks and it was the most beautiful sight.

“I never catch him smiling but I’m guessing it has to do with his mother leaving and all that.” I explained and Nicole told me she completely understood why he was like that. We finished talking and I decided that I was going to take a nap since that was all I basically did.

The knock on my door and Mason’s voice that followed made me groan beneath my breath. He had come to remind me about our usual dinner and I started getting ready once he was gone.

I picked out a flared skirt and a cute top, I wasn’t in the mood to dress up so my aesthetics would be casual tonight. Mason didn’t say anything once I emerged, but he got the car door for me, and once we were settled in, he drove us to the scheduled restaurant at once.

“I’ll get the pork chops with a side of mashed potatoes and a glass of wine.” I watched Mason place his order effortlessly while I was still having an internal battle on what to get.

“How about you, ma’am?” The waiter asked me and I still had no idea.

“I’ll have the same thing please,” I answered as I placed the menu down in frustration, “how did you do that? I had no idea what to get!” I huffed out once the waiter left and Mason chuckled softly.

“It’s understandable, I once had this panic attack the first time I was going to order my food myself, trust me, it was ugly.” He said amidst laughter.

“No way!”

“I’m serious and the waitress wasn’t helping, the intense amount of pressure on me made me almost collapse.” He laughed.

We kept talking for a while till the waiter brought out our food and dinner wasn’t as boring as it usually was, we talked over it and even sat for a while when we were done.

I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lit up whenever he talked about things he loved and I didn’t want it to stop.

“You like Pan! c at the disco? Isn’t their music always too fucking loud?” I asked as I laughed and his mouth dropped open.

“The fucking disrespect! How dare you?!” Mason said as he hit the table in fake anger and we both couldn’t hold in our laugh.

We looked around to see that we were disturbing the peace of the restaurant and almost everyone was staring at us. Picking up our Ice-cream, we ran out of there and made our way to Mason’s car.

Deciding to take a late night road trip, Mason dropped the roof of the car down and I gasped at how much the stars in the sky were.

They were even more than the last time I stared at it, unable to hold in my excitement, I turned to look at Mason whose eyes were still fixed on the road.

“Is there really anything as beautiful as the stars?” I asked and he turned to look at me for a moment, “they’re so beautiful and I can’t get enough of them, I love watching them.” I explained to Mason.

I was unable to contain my excitement and he saw that and let out a slight smile as he listened to me ramble on about the stars and their beauty.

“Beautiful.” He said and I smiled.

“Of course they’re beautiful. The stars are always sparkling so yes, they’re really beautiful.” I answered amidst laughter and he shook his head.

“I wasn’t talking about the stars,” he said softly and I raised an eyebrow, “I was talking about you, you’re beautiful.” He added and my heart twirled.

The butterflies and goosebumps I felt were unexplainable as I was unable to say another word and we just drove home in silence.