HIM IN THAT PICTURE HELLO???????

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mason and i were in his car, pissed off and driving in silence. we were both just in a bad mood and got into an argument. i was also about to start my period which made things 10 times worse.

"god y/n what the hell is your problem? like what is wrong with you??"

"nothing just stop please okay?"

he huffed, gripping the steering wheel. i looked away from him and out the window, i could feel him looking at me. i knew he felt bad but he wasn't gonna apologize yet because he was still mad. my leg started bouncing uncontrollably and he put his hand on my knee to make it stop.

i looked at him and he looked away from
me with his jaw clenched. he actually looked so fine but i wasn't gonna tell him that.

he pulled through the chick-fil-a drive thru, "do you want your usual?" he looked at me. i nodded my head, smiling a little at him. he just looked away and ordered the food.

the drive thru employee handed him our food, he paid, thanked him, and drove off. "here." he mumbled, handing me mine. "thank you, you know i could have paid for mine right?" he just scoffs and rolls his eyes. "whatever i got it." i didn't say anything else until we get home, not wanting to further piss him off.

"mason what is your problem? what did i even do?" i turn to look at him as he pulls in the driveway. "why are you still complaining i just fucking bought you food. what is your issue??" he throws his arms up, yelling at me.

i flinch, my eyes watering. i bite my lip so

i don't cry in-front of him. he knows how my dad is and how i react to stuff like this. regret immediately flashes across his face and he opens his mouth, about to say something.

i use my key to unlock the front door and go inside his house, hearing him run after me. i close the door, going upstairs and to his room. wiping my eyes, i take my shoes off and sit on his bed, trying to drink my drink from chick-fil-a to help me stop crying.

he comes up the stairs and to his room with our food in his hands. he sits it down on the table next to his bed, and comes and sits next to me. i look up at him through tears, seeing the regretful look on his face. "i'm sorry, don't cry." he grabs my arm, gently rubbing it. i sniffle, aggressively wiping my eyes again.

"i even don't know what i did. (ok rory gilmore) you were just so mad mason it scared me. i didn't want you to hit me, i know you wouldn't i just flinched out of habit." i cry.

mason frowns, "i'd never put my hands on you, ever. i know it scared you and i'm so sorry baby. you didn't do anything i just took it out on you." i finally break and hug him, putting my head on his chest. he hugs me back, squeezing me tight and kissing my head.

we just sit like that for a minute until i pull away, "i hope this isn't cold." i giggle, sniffling and grabbing my food. he wipes my eyes, kissing my cheek. "i'll reheat it for you if it is, c'mere." he grabs my waist, pulling me on his lap, my back facing him.

"when you were mad and like you clenched your jaw you looked so fine i had to look away before i shit myself." i admit, making him cackle. "oh my God really. you're so cute." he smiles, leaning his head on my shoulder, pecking my neck.

i start eating my food, like literally fucking it up. "damn nobody's gonna take it from you honey calm down." he teases, making me roll my eyes. "but it's so good." i mumble, my mouth full of food. he takes out his phone and takes a picture of me.

i finish my food, turning around to face him. "lay down." i mumble, yawning. he laughs, grabbing my hips and pulling me down with him. "are you gonna go into a food coma again?" he mutters into my hair, wrapping his arms around me. "yup."

he runs his fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. "baby are you okay now, you know from earlier?" i lift my head up a little, resting my chin on his chest. "yeah i'm good mase." i smile up at him. i can tell he still feels bad. "i just still feel bad, you didn't deserve that." i kiss him, trying to show that i'm really okay.

"you made up for it because you got chick-fil-a so it's okay mason i promise." i smile, moving up a little and putting my face in his neck. "yeah you were fucking that shit up." he laughs, making fun of me.

"shut up so i can sleep asshole. i love you." i mumble, getting tired. "i love you more baby."

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