bite me

We could always move to Alaska.

Alaska is a bit extreme, don't you think?

Turn down the AC, we can pretend it’s winter. We’ll make hot coca and have cuddles under a blanket together.

Don't tempt me.

"I wouldn’t have given it back. I love this shirt." Ali smiled. It was just one of the dozen or so shirts of his that he had. But this one was special to her. It was the shirt she borrowed from him the first time she stayed night as his house. "We had the place to ourselves a few times and I think that was pretty much the only time we actually needed to be alone." She said, laughing at the memories. Most of the time they went up there by themselves and just ate Chinese take out or whatever they decided to burn for food and marathon horror movies until Allison was too scared to sleep.

"Even though you don't care to hear this, you can keep the shirt." Mason leaned back, lacing his hands behind his head. When the two had been dating, Allison had frequently needed an extra t-shirt, for various reasons. "It was awesome, wasn't it? We should do it again." He told his ex without thinking. The cabin held many memories for the two -- memories Mason often found himself thinking back to.

Allison felt her cheeks blush red. Something that happened whenever someone brought up sex. It wasn’t something she liked to talk about. “Yeah…is that okay?” She asked, knowing the answer by his smile. “Was it that trip or the one after where we got a little tipsy and went skinny dipping?” She giggled. Most of the trips Allison took up to the Gallahger’s cabin with just Mason smelted into one large amazing memory.

Mason shook his head, the smile still present on his face. "Of course it is. I would have asked for it back by now if I really wanted it back." He said. The boy had a feeling that Allison had more than just two of his shirts. When they had been dating, she had helped herself to his wardrobe. "I think it might have been. Good thing we were alone that weekend, huh? Quite the experience, if you ask me." The lake house had been the two's getaway -- it was a good thing Mason was given access to it at the age of seventeen, when his parents decided he was mature enough to handle weekends up there alone. 

"Of course I like you. I wouldn’t have dated you for two and eight months if I didn’t like you." Allison teased, pinching his cheek. She looked down at her shirt—his shirt. "It’s what I sleep in." She smiled. "You gave that to me, remember? We were at the lake and I got cold. So you gave it to me."

"You could have been in it for the sex." Mason chuckled, knowing this was not the reason why. When they had been together, they had only did the deed once. "Is it?" This small little fact had the twenty year old grinning. "Oh yeah, I remember. That trip to the lake was...interesting." He said, remembering how they had spent the weekend at the lake house for their anniversary. If you were to ask Mason, he'd tell you it had been the best weekend in his life.

Allison hung her purse on the hook by the door and kicked her shoes off. When Mason didn’t look up from the TV, she made her way across the room and stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders. It was something she used to do when he was stressed and from the half empty whiskey bottle on the table, he was very stressed. “I didn’t want to scared you, baby.” She said, the pet name coming out as easily as his name.

Hearing her excuse, Mason had to bite his tongue to hold back his laughter. He knew she hadn't been at a party -- Allison Waters would not wear sweats and one of his old tees to a party. "Aw, you like me?" Mason decided to say, smiling. "I like you, too. And your t-shirt." He said. "I forgot about that thing -- I honestly thought I lost it. Does that mean you have my flannel, too? Its been missing."

Bottoms Up || Ali & Mason

Mason was currently sitting on the couch, his eyes glued to the television. Some crappy reality TV show was playing -- one that had caught his attention. During commercial breaks, he would pour himself a shot of whiskey. While he had started on beer, the twenty year old had moved on to other things -- beer wasn't that great and caused him to puke up his guts and then some the next morning after. Despite what others thought, Mason wasn't big on drinking -- he only did it here and there, usually when he was with others.

So you’re kitchen now. That explains why the sandwiches are so gross lately.

I came out to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.