нσω ∂σ ʏσʋ тακɛ ʏσʋя cσғғɛɛ? ☕

[mint.]

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name: lorraine clemens
nicknames: londie, lo
age: twenty-two
gender: female
first thought: rich & popular
likes: tba
friends with: grace

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the first cup of cappuccino
clementine was born on a winter day, some number of years ago. her parents loved her much more than her older brothers, thus her desires were always met. but lorraine didn't expect much. she only wanted love,the kind they never really gave her. so she is searching, beginning at her favorite coffee spot.

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full name: Beckham Reese
goes by: Mainly Beck; selected people can call him: Reesey
gender: Male
age: Twenty
sexuality: Straight
label: Bad Boy
favorite Coffee Drink: Cafe Au Lait (Cafe Misto)

weight: one-hundred and fifty-five
pounds { 155 lbs }
height: Six feet even {6 ft 0 in}
hair color: Beckham's hair is a milk chocolate brown,
with lighter highlights in the summer
eye color: Beck's eyes are the hazel, with light
specks of gold towards is pupil.
skin color: His skin is naturally more tan, and it has
a rough sorta manly texture to it
body: He is very lean and toned. And, If you were wondering,
he has a six pack ;D

positive traits: Ambitious, Compassionate, Humorous
negative traits: Intimidating, Short Tempered, Over-protective, Bit Rebellious
bad habits: Not considerate to others feelings, forgets to do certain things,
Scares people away, Gets into trouble
good habits: Protects those who he loves, Always willing to go on an
adventure, Stands up for his beliefs, not willing
to give up
Fears: Beckham fears most losing those who he loves;
has in the past. He may be a tough guy, but we all have those
soft spots.

past relationships: Many, but they were all
short-lived and meaningless
current relationship: Dating Mason
crush: Mason Fairbanks
family:
xxxmother - Deceased
xxxfather - Deceased
xxxsiblings - No records that lead to there being any proof

[~*Reeses*~]

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↳ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴀʀ ↲

↳ ᴡʜᴏ's ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇ ↲

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Nᴀᴍᴇ: Mason Allana Fairbanks
Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Maicy {May-see}
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
Aɢᴇ: Nineteen
Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: June 22nd
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Eʏᴇs: Grey
Hᴀɪʀ: Blonde
Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'7''
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 135lbs
Bᴜɪʟᴅ: Tall and skinny
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Fɪʀsᴛ Iᴍᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ: "Goodie-goodie"
Gᴏᴏᴅ Tʀᴀɪᴛs: Knowledgeable, kind,
caring, attentive and dependable
Bᴀᴅ Tʀᴀɪᴛs: Impressionable, insecure,
reckless and rebellious
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Lᴀʙᴇʟ: The Good Girl {Cafe au Lait}
Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs: Katherine, Tbd {PM me}
Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs: Tbd {PM me}
Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Straight
Bᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ: Beckham
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↳ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ↲

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Title: ○○★ Mᴀsᴏɴ Aʟʟᴀɴᴀ Fᴀɪʀʙᴀɴᴋs ✪ Cᴀғᴇ ᴀᴜ Lᴀɪᴛ ★○○
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[mint.]

- bump

[winterwonderland.]

- bump

[yuki,]

ＡＳ ＬＯＮＧ ＡＳ Ｉ ＡＭ









Ｉ'Ｄ ＲＡＴＨＥＲ ＢＥ

brody dawson is a pretty nice guy overall and quite popular with
most who know him. at twenty-two years old he's got much of his
life still lying ahead of him. as for what's brought him to where he is,
brody has had a pretty good life. the star quarterback in high school,
he was one of the popular guys. and his parents are rich, so he's pretty
used to getting what he wants. but the one thing that money couldn't
buy him was what he wanted most; love. lorraine clemens. the girl of
his dreams, you could say. he grew up with her and could swear he was
in love with her from the day they met. he's been doting on her ever since,
and he thought of it as the best day of his life when she finally agreed to
go out with him. now that they are dating, he's got all he ever wanted.
but will this fairytale love with lorraine last? or crash and burn?

[winterwonderland.]

the b e g i n n i n g

we can start now! cx there's really no particular way to begin. you can have your character at a friends house, at the coffee shop, or whatever you would like.

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ʟᴀʙᴇʟ: frappuccino
ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: fairly distraught
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴏɴ: starbucks
ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ: a sweater, jeans, and boots
ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: graham [text]
ᴏᴏᴄ: this is a sucky post. xc

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♔ ｋａｔｈｅｒｉｎｅ ｒｙｄｅｒ

ilovecoffeeThe snow fell gently onto the pavement as if she was walking through a movie. Intricate snowflakes danced in the gentle breeze, occasionally landing on Katherine's tongue. Although the brunette was bundled up in a hand-knitted sweater and a thick winter coat draped over it, the frigid air nipped at her cheeks, and the wind tickled her skin. Kat pulled the coat tighter around her body and continued to saunter across the fresh layer of snow. The weather rarely came down so gently; Katherine was used to an abundance of vigorous blizzards compared to the gentle drizzle of snow they received today. It was pleasant, so she didn't regret sauntering out in the cold at seven in the morning. On the contrary, Kat could feel her fatigued eyes drooping as a result of falling asleep at one am after three hours of reading. As if on cue, the brunette quietly yawned and decided it was time for a cup of coffee to jolt her awake. Thus, her boots treaded across the thin snow until she reached the local Starbucks. When she pushed open the door, Katherine was greeted by the usual jingle of the melodious bells. In Icicle Creek, everyone knew everyone. That was the way it was, and Starbucks was no different.
ilovecoffeeThere were familiar faces dispersed in the building, and by now, Kat even knew the hardworking employees behind the counter. Her mother's friend flashed her a polite smile, and Katherine returned it. With the soft smile still lingering on her lips, Kat made her way over to the counter. She ordered her usual, a palatable Frappuccino. Once she paid, Kat brought the coffee to an available table and sat down. Despite the chill outside, Katherine enjoyed the frozen coffee like one would savor ice cream on a scalding summer day. As she stared out the window, her thoughts shifted to Graham. The previous day washed over Katherine like a flashback. She recalled their petty argument and let out a deep sigh. Honestly, she couldn't even exactly remember how the fight started. All she knew was, as usual, Graham thoughtlessly mumbled something meaningless, and like any other day, the oversensitive brunette blew up like a grenade. Frankly, their constant disputes were getting old. Kat desperately wanted it to work as there was no denying, after months of dating, she was falling in love with him. She admitted to Gracie she was in love with her boyfriend, but the three words were unspoken between the couple, themselves. The words hung in the air - unreachable. Kat choked on the words before she could say them and turned to puerile retorts. There was another three words and eight letters that she always felt she needed to say. It was "I'm sorry." Disagreement after disagreement, all she had to do was say she was sorry, and things would be back to normal.
ilovecoffeeFeeling guilty about her outburst, Katherine rummaged through her purse in search of her phone. Pulling it out of her bag, Kat found Graham's contact and texted, I'm sorry baby. To make it up to you, can I buy you coffee? Crossing her fingers, she pressed "send" and prayed Graham would accept her apology. Kat missed him and make things right again. The question was how long their peace would last until another trivial argument arose.

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ʟᴀʙᴇʟ: decaf
ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: pleasantly cheerful
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛᴏɴ: home
ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ: t-shirt + slacks
ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: gracie [text]
ᴏᴏᴄ: c:

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♔ ｂｅｎｊａｍｉｎ ｒｙｄｅｒ

ilovecoffeeSunlight streamed into his room, causing Benjamin to stir. His eyes fluttered open and greeted the vibrant light shining down on him. A ghost of a smile formed on his lips as he reluctantly brought himself out of the snug, haphazard blankets. Unlike the majority, the brunet felt compelled to jump on the promise of a new day. Adrenalized for new opportunities, Ben changed into a fresh outfit, brushed his teeth, and used his bony fingers to comb through his dark chocolate locks. He wanted to appear refined and charming, but he did not want it to seem like he was trying to look good. It was all very complicated, indeed, as everything was when it came to Grace. Growing up together, they were friends since they could walk. Benjamin recalled getting a giddy feeling about Gracie in the first grade, and he got a similar feeling in middle school, thinking she was the most beautiful junior higher. Unlike then, he felt stronger about her. It was not a crush; it was so much more. Ben was madly in love with his best friend.
ilovecoffeeWith Gracie reigning over his racing thoughts, the brunet reached for his phone and texted, Don't forget our plans today. :) Just in case she forgot, he wanted to remind her they agreed to have another lazy day during their winter break. Some preferred a trip to an amusement park or a visit to the mall, but lying on the couch watching cartoons or a black and white film with a bucket of popcorn was his ideal day with Gracie. They could always head to their table at Starbucks and make jokes about the familiar and unfamiliar faces passing by, too, or they could hang out at the park if they were feeling sporty. In addition, the daring friends could climb the water tank and watch ant-like people wander as if they were on top of the world. Whatever they did, Benjamin enjoyed himself because he was with Grace. He pushed Gracie out of his mind and trotted downstairs. The vacant house was empty because his parents were at work, and his sister was probably out and about. With the house to himself, Ben put a freshly ground bag of coffee beans into the coffee maker. In a few moments, the aroma of morning coffee swept through the house. The scent tickled Ben's nose, and the mouthwatering coffee satisfied his taste buds. It was a divine morning for a to kick off a hopefully magnificent day.

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❝ I prefer the term misunderstood.❞

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location » home, on the way to Mason's house
mood » content
relationship status » dating
tagged » Mason Fairbanks (thoughts and text)
ooc » I am currently on an I pad -_-

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I stare at the oak as eyes emerge from the bark, as dark and dead as death itself. There are no pupils, and I can only know that it is staring right through me. I gasp, as I can almost feel its gaze pierce my body "Who are you?" its voice booms, high and shrill makes my ears ring. I reach my calloused hands up to protect my ears, but my hands do no good. I utter not even a syllable before it screams again, as she stands behind it, driving a blade straight through the oak tree with ease. Its roots shrivel and grow black in the ground, as she twists the blade, and the limbs of the tree above fall. I stare into her eyes, as she stares back at mine, her emotions unreadable. "Beckham?" Mason yells across the wreckage of the tree. I call to her, but my voice makes no sound. I try again, but it feels as if my vocal chords have vanished. She walks towards me, and seemingly walks through the mangled limbs of the demon tree. She reaches me, and places her hand on my cheek, her thumb caressing my cheek bone. This is when I know I must be dreaming. My Maicy would never have the courage to do such a thing. She was so innocent and pure, and she is always seemingly nervous around me, even if I am sure she is comfortable. It hurts, because it makes me feel like a monster. Its as if she is scared. She drags her thumb across my lips, and I utter her name weakly, reaching my own hand up to her face, but by the time my finger tips make contact, she shudders away from my touch. I search her for the reason of lost contact, and all I can see, is fear burning in her beautiful eyes.

My eyes open before she does anything more, and I wish I could have just seeped deeper into the dream that imprints my memory. She was in it, and damn she felt so real. I felt as if I couldn't breath, and I had no idea any one could have that affect on me. Her touch, her warm breath radiating off my skin, as she stood on her tip toes to reach my face. God, I wish I was still in that dream, still living her confidence. Yet I know I like her in reality better. She may not have that much confidence, but damn she is adorable. The way the skin by her eyes slightly crinkles whenever she laughs. Those eyes light up whenever I see her, and when she blushes, I can't help but smirk. Its adorable, she's adorable, and I cannot believe she does not think the same way about herself. She's shy and quiet and gentle. It makes me just want to embrace her small body, and hold her forever, protecting her from all the evil in the world. Corny, right?

I groan as I roll upright, and close my eyes once again. I take a deep breath, and stand upward, stretching my long arms out to my sides. I yawn briefly, as I reach my arms up towards the ceiling, stretching out my body once more. It is then when I feel the short burst of pure frigid air against the bare skin of my torso. I shiver, as I turn around to see my window slightly opened. The snow from outside making its way onto the floor of my bedroom. I glare at the window, as if it is the windows fault for opening. I leaned over, and quickly press my weight down on the thing, closing it. I walk over towards the bathroom, not appreciating the cold wooden floors. After washing my face, and staring at the mirror, satisfied with my hair (which is complete bed head), I throw on a random white tee shirt that has made its way onto the floor, and pull up some skinny jeans that I deem too tight. I am too lazy to do anything about that, though. I look in the mirror again, nodding approvingly, before sliding down the railing of the stairs, and grabbing my skateboard, which is conveniently by the door. I almost let a bidding of farewell leave my lips, then I remember, I live completely alone. I slam the door, and jump onto the well worn down board, skating towards my lover's house. The snow falls gently, powdering my body in its cold essence. I welcome it, as usually, I am inconveniently bombarded with violent storms, which force me to have to drive the car. This being out in the open, its comforting.

I pull out my phone, which the case is also conveniently weather proof. You cannot live in a town where snow happens practically all the time, without a weather proof phone. I text Mason, my thought concentrating more on her than the road. "Hey babe, im comin over ;) " I hit send. This is the usual exchange between the two of us, I send a text of my arrival, she sends back, and then we just hang out most of the time. Of course we can't when one of us is working. damn I hope she isn't working today. I then realized how much of a moron I am. I wouldn't be able to take Mason anywhere on a skateboard, and making her use her car would be rude. I groan as I quickly make my way back to my empty house. To be honest, I have no idea why or how I acquired a house. I mean, a single eighteen year old? I guess I just inherited it or something, because one day, it was mine. I quickly open the door, and throw my skate board inside, then slam the door again, and jog to the drive way. I bite my lip as I feel around my pocket for my keys. Once in my grasp, I open the door to my black range rover. I quickly turn the key, and crank up the heat, as I back out of the drive way. I decide to treat myself to the seat warmer, as I slightly hum to a random Fall Out Boys song that was playing on the radio. My thumbs tap against teh steering wheel as I pull up to Masons house, and park in my usual spot, farther off. The only reason I do this, is because, lets just say her parents aren't exactly thrilled that their daughter hangs around the town bad boy. I lean back, as I sigh and look out the window, wondering why I didn't get coffee first.

[mint.]

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a loud thump made lorraine jump out of sleep. sitting up, she looked at the clock on her nightstand, murmuring the numbers. did i oversleep? she asked herself as she got off her bed, making her way towards her calendar. moving her fingers to today's day, she gasped as she suddenly remembered. muttering words of regret under her breath, she ran back to her nightstand, almost tripping on the tangle of clothes and rugs under her. indeed a text message sat there, awaiting her arrival. scanning its content's quickly, she sighed in relief as it was only from brody. sitting back down onto her bed, she thought for a second before typing a response back, but erased it. would sending a reply so quickly sound like i'm desperate? she asked herself. lorraine shook off the thought away and began to type something else.


i finally found your sweater. ya wanna meet at the cafe? i promise "washed and new".

leaving her phone on her bed, she pulled the sweater she promised from the floor, holding it out at arm's length. deciding it was able to meet the requirements of "clean", she folded and packed it in a bag. looking out at the window, a frown formed as she realized the weather outside. remembering the promise she sent a few seconds ago, she tried to teach her mouth to smile as she headed to the bathroom. soon, her hair was nicer and her outfit was okay for the occasion. climbing down the squeaky stairs of her house, she was surprised at the emptiness of the residence. it seems her parents have left with her little brother, perhaps out for groceries. quickly scanning the kitchen for a letter or note describing their absence, the brunette soon gave up and headed out. the wind fought back as she walked swiftly, avoiding gaps of ice and slush. hiding her cheeks in the raised collar of her wool coat, she thanked her mother for her persistence again. the coat was an ugly light moss green color, and quite heavy. but her mother still bought it, against her wishes, and it grew to be her trustworthy shield on winter days. as the silhouette of the building and delightful aroma drew near, her pace quickened, and a small smile appeared.

the place was moderately occupied, the staff too busy to greet her as she placed an order. cappuccino. the word made her smile, bring all of the sweet memories back. she hadn't noticed her order's arrival until a customer gave an annoyed grunt. responding with a glance, she stepped out of his way. picking a seat facing out at the white landscape, she pulled out her phone to check the time. waiting for brody's arrival, she looked around once again, observing the starbucks and taking in the cheery atmosphere. noticing a familiar figure, she thought about who it might be. cupping her hands around the scalding drink, she let the tickling feeling play with her fingers.

[ perdu - if you had something else planned, just lemme know ]

[~*Reeses*~]

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Mᴀsᴏɴ Aʟʟᴀɴᴀ Fᴀɪʀʙᴀɴᴋs

Tɪᴛʟᴇ → Good Girl / Cafe Misto
Fᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ → Nervous yet excited
Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ → Her house
Aᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ → Waiting for Beck
Tᴀɢs → Beck {thoughts/text/dialog}

Oᴏᴄ → Sorry for the super long intro post |D

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It wasn't the alarm blaring on the nightstand beside her or the sun glowing through the see-through purple curtains that covered the many windows in her room. It wasn't her fifteen year old brother, Jackson, knocking on her door, telling her to get the hell up or the delicious scent of pancakes and maple syrup making its way up through the vents, flooding her room with the mouth-watering fumes. No, it was the slight buzzing that sounded by the vibration of her phone up against the table at her side that finally woke Mason up. Batting the still-sounding alarm clock with her delicate and thin fingers, the girl slowly raised from her comfortable position under her covers and finally opened her eyes. Almost instantaneously, her eyes fell shut, blocking the blinding light that came from the sliver of exposed window. Sighing to herself, she brought the hand used to shut off the alarm clock and rubbed her, now watering, eyes before risking opening them once more. Once she confirmed that her eyes weren't going to melt right out of their sockets by the brightness, she glanced down to her side where her phone laid on the side-table; it was still lit up by the newly received text message. Wrapping her fingers around the familiar-feeling surface, she brought it closer to her face before squinting, in attempt to read it without her glasses or contacts. "Hey babe, im comin over;)" was what the text read. Mason didn't need to read the name above the message to know that it come from none other than Beck, her boyfriend. Automatically a small grin made its way across her face as she leaned up against her headboard and settled the phone against her chest as she began day dreaming about her tall, muscular, attractive, funny boyfriend who was on his way over. On his was over...on his way over. Mason's eyes grew wide as she finally realized that Beck was on his way over at that very moment. Before she couldn't even process what she was doing, the girl was on her feet and out her bedroom door towards the bathroom, passing her startled brother (who looked to be frozen in the middle of knocking on her door once more. "I.. uhh.. bathroom! Beck.. err.. is coming over! Yeah! He's.. uhh.. coming over!" Out of breath, nervous and panicking was one of the things the people close to Mason were used to. Though he seemed to be confused at first, Jackson nodded softly before turning on one foot and making his way back down stairs.

By the time she had stripped off her clothes, gathered herself in the shower and cleaned herself, ten minuted had passed since Beck had sent his text Maicy. Once she'd finally calmed herself down enough from waking up so late and rushing herself to shower, she finally had the confidence and patience to respond to the text. See you soon <3 was all the text said when she responded, but both Mason and her boyfriend preferred being together and to talk in person rather than through their phones; therefore, it was acceptable to send and receive short texts. Letting out a soft sigh, she returned her attention to what she still needed to do before Beck arrived; which included getting dressed, doing her hair and make-up, as well as picking up the mess that was sure to be covering her house. That was the bad part about having a fifteen year old boy living in her house, though he did make it up by making some of the best pancakes know to mankind. Making sure that her towel was safely secured around her body before exiting the bathroom, she reached for the golden-colored doorknob and turned it, bracing herself for the cold air that would be rushing in as soon as she did so. The next twenty-five minutes went by rather quickly; being able to figure out what to wear--which she settled on a light grey sweater with soft pastel designs, dark blue skinny jeans and her usual black converse--, do her makeup--which consisted of a thin line of black eyeliner on both her upper and lower eyelid--, and begun drying and straightening her long and naturally curly hair. After looking over herself multiple times, she deemed herself to be presentable and readied herself for the mess that was promised to be spread throughout the first floor of her two-storied house.

The shock that was rushing through her mind and body as she glanced around the living room and kitchen was sure to be noticeable. Jackson must'v noticed the shock too, because a mischievous grin appeared on the boy's face. Closing her eyes for a moment, she let out an irritated breath before turning towards her brother who sounded like he was holding back a chuckle. The living room was covered with clothing, dishes and trash, and the kitchen wasn't much better. Taking a deep breath, she settled a cold glare on the teenager. "Are you serious? How is it even possible for you to make such a mess so quickly!" By this point, Jackson's loud chuckles sounded throughout the house and he made no attempt to hold it back any longer. Narrowing her eyes, she focused on the boy until he finally turned his attention back to his older sister. Raising an eyebrow at the boy, she spoke with a low and cold voice that only her brother knew, "Perhaps I should bring you back to mom and dad'd place? You can go back to living with them, hmm?" By the time Mason stopped speaking, the house had gone silent and her brother was giving her a glare full of anger, as well as fear. "You wouldn't." "Clean it up." Not even a second after finishing speaking did she have her brother running around the first floor of her small house, cleaning up the mess that the boy had purposely made. It wasn't a secret that Jackson didn't like Beck and that he thought that the man was a bad influence on his sister. He had tried multiple times before to try get them to break up but, every time, it never worked. Even though he didn't like Beck, he didn't like the thought of moving in with their parents even more. Mason and Jackson's parents were a bit.. odd. They were scientists for the local mental hospital; taking notes on each of the patients and trying different techniques to try and help them out. But, what makes them so odd is that, over the years, they seemed to have developed the personality of being crazy, themselves. They try to do different activities and therapy sessions with both of their children and, believe it or not, it got to be a bit too much after a few years. When Mason was finally old enough to move out and rent a place of her own, her brother had begged and begged to come with her, not wanting to have to deal with their crazy parents anymore. It had taken a few months to get the courts and their parents to agree that Jackson could live under Mason's care, but she had told her brother that the moment he started acting up or anything of the sorts, she would send him back to live with their parents. Though she felt terrible about having something to use against him, it came in handy pretty often.

When the living room and kitchen were finally cleaned, with the help of Mason, ten minutes had passed and Beck would be there any minute. Letting out a nervous sigh, the blonde settled herself on the old and worn out blue couch by the window and waited for her boyfriend's arrival.