Mason's Bunk

Mason looked at her. "Austin's not dieing. He's safe, he just didn't tell you...." He paused for a moment, then sighed. "He went to army-training camp. He needs to be strong and in shape to live his life. Austin's already sixteen, and needs to...."

Celine's skepticism was so strong that it could pull a sled of bulls and lions. Whoa, that didn't make sense. "Well, that sounds true. But I just IMed him and he didn't seem to be very healthy. Again, your brother is about to die, and you're not even aware."

"Well, he's probably sick from working so much. Celine, be honest, do you own Austin? He just had his 16th birthday." Mason gets his tools.

Celine blushed. "Don't be stupid. It's been almost two years and I'm just worried." Again, Celine couldn't hide her feelings about Austin. But what feelings?

"Celine, a few months to a year."He nodded. "Do you still like him?"

Celine curled her lips at Mason and didn't answer. She lost her sense of time, even that. The old and carefree Celine was dead and she would try to resuscitate her.

Mason felt kinda bad, and continued his work.

Celine realized she was being ignored. She had better things to do, at least she believed so. She turned on her heels and began to walk in the door's direction.

Mason stopped her. "Listen, Austin is in Southern Brazil." He sighed. "Remember, if you really want to regrow yourself, the first thing you do is kiss him, and video it so I can put it on Youtube."

OOC: You know where I live, right?

Celine turned back at Mason with a large and unmistakably evil smile. "It's not enough to be stupid, you also have to be cliche."

ooc: I thought you were NORTHERN.....

Mason sighed, he didn't know what to say.

OOC: Actually, I'm southeastern, but I found it funny anyway.

Celine's smile faded and she frowned at him. "I'm leaving. Anything else? Because I don't feel like going after him, even to check if he's fine. It's your responsibility."

"I could care less, he has grown-ups there to watch him, plus Mom. Your the one that thinks about seeing him and kissing him every day." Mason grinned.

That whole insinuation was making Celine really pissed off. She still had a cup of glass in her hand and she wasn't afraid to throw it. "Are you trying to make me admit something? Because. You. Can. Not. Do. It."

"I'm saying there's an obvious reason why you want him back."

"And what is it? Because I'm worried? Mason, you're annoying me." Celine recognized that it was a stupid discussion, but she would keep with it, because stupid is the same as funny.

Mason titled his head to the side. "You're worried. And who said you'd have to go alone?" He pats his machine he was working on.

"Because I went alone in the last times. In the many last times." Celine was about to cry again. She was just a big and broken hearted baby.

OOC: I randomly felt like listening to Broken Hearted Girl by Beyonce, and I don't even like Beyonce. I don't control my charries, they control me.

Mason awkwardly hugged her. "I can help."

Celine pulled Mason away, exasperated and not depressed. "I know. Just stop invading my space." Although she cried a lot, she hated to be comforted.

"Celine, if you seriously hate yourself that bad you are better just following the mark, and hiding alone."

Celine lost her patience. "I hate you, not myself. You know I don't care. Have a nice day." Maybe she was just too blind to see the truth, that she really hated herself. She hated being a drama queen, what didn't match with her appearence. She stormed out.

Mason went back to work.

He left.