• The Girl:

    Mason...Mason....Mason. He smelled so sweet as I kept my head on his chest. His arms were beginning to suffocate me, but I didn't mind. I would rather have died in his arms then deal with never being in them again.

    People were staring and whispering. Some of them recognized me as Jake's ex-girlfriend; some saw me as Joel's best friend. But I got the feeling that right about now, people saw me as the skank is Mason Brown's arms.

    "You're hair is gone!" I shirked once he put me down and I ran my hands through what was left of his hair.
    "Argh. I know. Still love me?" he said with the biggest smile and most beautiful blue eyes. He was around 6'3 and had the body of a god. His abs weren't ripped, ripped , but ripped enough for me to be able to tell just from being picked up. He had high cheek bones unlike myself and my chipmunk cheeks. But I did miss his shaggy blonde hair.

    "Why if it isn't my infamous Taylor Ashley!" Jacob cried. We embraced in a lovingly hug. "You need to start coming to the Henry County more, girlie. Leave Stone Mountain and that city of Atlanta!"
    "And live out in the middle of no where like you guys?" I laughed.
    "Oh you know you like, Miss Texas."
    "Just because I'm from Texas doesn't mean I want to live on a farm, asshat!"

    After talking to Jake I turned to find Mason...gone.

    "Joel! Joel!" I called as I ran to him and Becca. "Have you seen Mason?"
    "Nope." Becca flat out said.
    "Uh, Taylor, I wouldn't go out and look for him. That's kinda lurkirish." Luke peeped out.
    "This coming from the boy who gets onto my myspace."

    He stuck his tongue out at me for the next band started playing and you couldn't hear well. I left the main auditorium of the church and went into the front lobby. I figured Mason had gone outside to smoke or something.

    "Tay! Wait! Please!" Joel called once more. He was a little bit shorter than me with long brown hair. He could pass as a girl if he tried really hard, a cute girl at the least though. But Joel was eighteen and barley looked sixteen.
    "Joel, I really, really want to see Mason. I'm sure he's out here so if you don't mind--"

    I turned to push open the glass doors that lead to the parking lot. I saw a group of kids, along with Mason. But he was with...some girl. Sharing a cigarette and blowing smoke to each other. Their faces were so close that it was unbearable to watch, yet my eyes held their place as if this was just an illusion. Finally, his eyes met mine as I could feel the tears beginning to run. Since my tears were already running, I ran back inside.

    The Boy:

    Oh no, oh no, oh no. She saw. Taylor saw Lea and me. I ran inside to go look for her.

    "Where are you going?" Lea demanded as she grabbed my hand.
    "Inside." I snapped.
    "But why?"
    "Let go of me, Lea. I need to go." I pulled back my hand and ran. There was a sea of people, and Taylor was no where to be found. I kept calling her name and scanning the room for her face.

    "Becca, have you seen Taylor?" I said while trying to catch my breath.
    "Yeah, she's leaving with Joel." she replied.
    "WHAT?"
    "Yeah. She was crying and stuff. She just ran into Joel's arms and begged him to take her out of her. She kept mumbling 'What the f*ck is wrong with me?' over and over. I'm pretty sure they went to Starbucks."
    "Alright, thanks."

    I ran back out into the lobby, and, just as fate had planned it, there she was. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes were looking towards the ground.

    "Taylor! Are you leaving?" I gasped.
    "Yeah, my mom will be here soon, but I really need some hot chocolate. So, Joel's taking me to Starbucks before my mom comes." she replied to the ground.
    "Do I get a hug?"

    She simply shrugged and looked off to the side.

    "Fine, I'll take that as a yes ." I then picked her up once more and held her even tighter.

    Yet...I felt her soft, warm lips on my neck. She had kissed me! I couldn't believe it...until she whispered: Bye, Mason. She proceeded then to run to Joel's truck...

    and off went Cinderella as the clock strikes midnight, but this prince really let her go.
    There's not even a glass slipper; just the kiss on my neck.