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“Not this!” Pheonix squeaks her response, her hands clenching against Bek’s forearm, clinging on for dear life as they made their way through the mud and slutch, her long red hair dripping from the rain.

“You should have looked at the weather!” Bek scolded her and Phee couldn’t help but pout.

“Don’t be mad,” She pleaded, blinking up at Bek who’s face was pulled down into a scowl.

When Mason had first left the home, it was a big adjustment, not only did he not have to share a house with 10 other kids, and had his own room with things that were just his, but everywhere was so damn quiet. He’d never lived anywhere so quiet before, it was a lot to get used to. So much so, that when school started up again after the Summer, Mason was foaming at the mouth to get out there.

Sure, he was going to be the new kid, and probably would be for the first few months of the semester, but he’d be around kids of his own age again, one of things he missed the most since he’d come out of the foster system. So, there he was, walking through the busy hallways of McKinley, piece of paper in his hand as he hunter down his locker, yeah he couldn’t look more like the new kid if he tried. 

His eyes swept over the numbers on the lockers, starting to walk a little quicker when he thought he was getting closer, barely looking where he was going until he collided with someone. “Oh, dude, I’m so sorry, I uh...I was trying to find my locker, I’m pretty sure it’s around here somewhere,” he said quickly, glancing down at the piece of paper in his hand, then rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, “Name’s Mason, you okay?”

Ever since his mother’s visit, Elijah been in a mood. The woman wanted him to move back home after learning everything her son endured after his move to Havenoaks. These were things he wanted to keep her in the dark about but as soon as she arrived it was as if a truth serum went through his blood stream because he shared everything with her.

Elijah went to Sarah’s, to spend time together and help out with things she wasn’t able to do due to the pregnancy. After he worked on the garden, sitting back on his feet, he looked up and saw Sarah on her porch. From this angel she appeared and angel and he thought of saying so but his mother’s words prevented that from happening. Even the smile he would have given her just for thinking about her beauty. 

He moved to his feet and wiped his dirty hands onto the sides of his jeans before taking a few steps to hang out with Sarah, whom sat on the swinging bench. Elijah looked to her, unsure if he should share what happened over the past two days. She didn’t know his mother was in town, as it was a surprise trip. Though it seemed Sarah knew something was up because she threatened to tickle him. “You should.” he said, “Maybe you’ll get a smile and laugh out of it.” He tried his best to give a genuine one right now, but it faltered before he looked down at his dirty hands. How in the hell do you tell someone that their mother still wanted to have a say in their lives? Especially when they were trying to prove they were capable of handling things on their own. That they were man enough to be a reliable where it counted. Elijah looked back at Sarah and bite his lip a moment before saying. “You’re so beautiful. I noticed that when you looked down at me before.” And this....this is what brought his smile. A sincere one.

i should take it for sierra…

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"Welcome." The women draped in fabric and gold greeted Mickey and Sam. Their hands were clasped together as they entered, each taking a seat on the cushioned stools against the short table.

"Hey," Mickey greeted. He was skeptical about this whole thing. The carnival was in town for the week and given they'd both been off work today, he and Sam had decided to give it a visit. They'd already had a turn on the ferris wheel and the spinning cups, now it was the so called fortune teller. Mickey didn't believe in such things and he wasn't sure Sam did either, but it was a little bit of fun he was willing to partake in.

"I see a lot in your future," The woman began and Mickey couldn't help but roll his eyes. Of course she did, that was her job. "I see a room painted blue. Someone who loves you very much, giving up the most important thing in their life for you. I see..." She frowned, her hand, covered in gold rings moving up to rub her forehead.

"I see two children. One blonde and one dark haired. Both with blue eyes. They call for Papa Bear." Mickey's heart stops and he looks at Sam. Fuck. "There's... a halo? An Angel?" She looks between the two of them deeply, her gaze slowly softening.

Showering is one of Mickey’s favorite nighttime activities, especially when Sam joins him like he has done tonight. He’s thankful, honestly. Mickey is tired and his ribs ache and it’s a pain trying to keep his cast dry while washing himself with his one good arm. Thankfully, Sam has helped him out and now, he’s started lathering up Mickey’s hair with shampoo. Sam’s hands are soft, moving gently through his locks, so very careful that Mickey wonders why he isn’t so kind to his own hair.

“Head back,” Sam says softly and Mick does so without question. He can hear water splashing and then the gentle trickle of it as Sam pours some over his head from his hands, washing out the suds from the shampoo.

Mickey lets out a soft sigh and Sam repeats the action again and again until Mickey’s hair is clear of suds. “All done,” He tells Mick with a kiss to his cheek and Mickey turns carefully to face Sam, shuffling in close.

Mick scrunched his nose at Sam, shaking his head softly. His bangs fell in his face but he made no effort to move them.

“How many times have I fucked up, Angel?” He asked softly, dampening his lips with a swipe of his tongue. “How many times have you forgiven me for the shit I’ve put you through?” He asked, reaching up to push blonde strands behind Sam’s ear.

“It ain’t that I don’t care,” He breathed softly, rough thumb moving to caress Sam’s cheek, “It’s that I love you, no matter how much you fuck up, no matter what you do - you’re mine.” He breathed a soft laugh, fingers moving to Sam’s chin.