I sighed heavily as I unlocked the apartments door. Mason had
been gone for three days, back on tour, and I already missed him
so much. His apartment smelt like him and I walked into his
bedroom and laid on his bed, where his fragrance was still
lingering with his pillow. Mom and dad didn't say anything
anymore about me living here when he was gone. I cleaned it for
him and I liked having my space. I was a reserved person, I
always had been, I was amazed sometimes that I had the nerve to
fight for Mason so much when I was a freshman, but I loved him,
School had been a killer, tons of geometry homework I didn't
understand and an essay due at the end of the week. I walked
around the apartment looking for something to do, something to
keep me occupied. I settled on the living room floor with a
basket of clean laundry and began folding them. I had a mixed CD
playing in the background and I subconsciously hummed along.
Mason didn't have a television, which was fine with me, but I
needed some noise or I thought I'd go insane.
I smiled as I looked around, I had his apartment memorized by
now. It was a small, one bedroom apartment. You walked into a
living room and a kitchen/dining room. Then there was a small
hallway with a bathroom to one side and a bedroom to the other.
In the bedroom there were two doors; one was Mason's closet and
the other was a smaller room. It was where he kept his music he
was working on, it was painted a dark maroon and had soft, fluffy
carpet. That room was easily my favourite in the house. His
bedroom was painted an off white with the walls decorated to
reflect Mason. There were old records he had collected and
framed, autographs of some famous singers and band members, and
directly over the headboard of his bed, a picture of him and I.
The picture was beautiful. Despite the fact that I hated getting
my picture taken, I loved this one. It was the night of
homecoming this past year and I was wearing a navy blue dress. It
was short, cut right above my knees with a slit on the right side
up to my thigh. The neckline was a slight 'v' and it was
strapless. I was wearing the necklace I had received from Mason
and silver high heels. Mason himself was beautiful. He was
wearing black dress pants, black shoes, and a white button up
shirt. His tie was navy blue to match my dress and he had black
suspenders on. I had brought my digital camera along to his
parent's house, where his mom had taken dozens of pictures with
her camera. His sister, Lauren, wanted to take pictures to so I
handed her my camera. The setting was black and white and she
took it from an excellent angle. The picture is totally unplanned
and accidental, it quickly became Mason and mines favourite.
The picture is taken at an odd angle. Lauren was much shorter
than us and was standing directly in front, and in between us.
The camera was pointing up when the shot was taken. Mason had his
arms around my waist and was gazing in my eyes. A slight smile
was on each of our lips and my hands rested on his shoulders.
Lauren is forever proud that she took that picture.
The CD ended as I finished with the laundry. Then I cooked me
some macaroni and cheese and took a seat in his living room. I
had insisted he paint it orange and he did. The trim was a cream
colour and he had a white futon for a couch. His coffee table was
black and white in a big, overdramatic, pattern of boxes, and for
other chairs he had beanbags. His apartment stayed rather tidy
with him and I both around. I was a naturally neat person, and he
liked knowing where everything was.
I closed my eyes and lay on the futon, right when I got
comfortable, my phone rang.
"Mmm, hello?" I asked sleepily.
"Bella? Are you at the apartment?"
I smiled at Mason's sweet voice, "I am,"
He coughed and I realized it sounded like he was sick, "I'm on my
way back, I decided to cancel this tour, it's only a four day one
and I really need the sleep," he sounded disappointed in himself.
He pushed himself too hard.
"Do you want me to leave?" I asked honestly.
He laughed and then coughed again, "No of course not, I would
love for you to stay," he said.
Less than an hour later he walked through the front door. I ran
up and hugged him and he picked me up and swung me around. I
could tell he was tired and getting sick, a common cold. I kissed
his lips and worriedly asked him about how he felt.
"Much better now that I'm with you," he answered.
"Yes, me too, I miss you so much, I wish I could go with you," I
knew I sounded childish, but in that moment I didn't care, I
wanted Mason back, lately he had been gone a lot.
He smiled sadly, "Soon," was all he said.
I instructed him to go to bed early and let him sleep till eleven
the next day. I surprised him with breakfast in bed, which
resulted in a long make-out session, unfortunately interrupted by
his cell phone ringing.
He answered and his voice immediately grew more important.
"Of course I'm interested," he said officially.
I waited patiently, but curiously for him to be done talking.
When he hung up I asked, "What was that about?"
"A record deal, music video, and tour for the summer," he said.
I frowned slightly, "But your summer's already so busy, recording
and festivals in June, July you were supposed to be opening for
that band you like so much, and August…" I trailed off. August
was supposed to be our month together. I had planned to stay at
his apartment with him. He wanted to take his sister's and I to
the beach a few hours away for a weekend, and then midway through
the month him and I were supposed to go to a cabin in the
mountains for a week.
"He agreed to work around my other obligations, he was hoping for
about half of August," Mason said slowly. I could tell he was
excited, but worried to how I would take it.
"Mason…that's great," I said with as much fake enthusiasm as I
He looked at me and his expression was soft, "Bella, it's such a
good opportunity," he began.
I cut him off, "I know Mason, I know. It's just that you have
been on the go ever since your first CD was a demo, and that was
two years ago, I miss having you around. And you are constantly
getting sick and always tired, a month off may do you good,"
He glared at me, "Bella, it's not always about you, I do
everything I can to make our time together special, I wish you'd
My eyes involuntarily began to water, "I never said it was about
"Bella don't deny it, you just don't want to cancel our plans,"
I knew he had heard the accusation behind my voice when I had
tried to persuade him to stay, "Yeah, it is partially about us,
is that so bad? That I care about our relationship? One of us has
too, but it's also about you, you are overworked Mason,"
He stared me straight in the eyes and said, "I'm not overworked
Even as he spoke the words I heard the strain in his voice. The
way he sounded much older than he was. I saw the frown lines that
were constantly on his face and the dark circles under his eyes.
His breath came out ragged and his constant cough kept him up for
hours. Music was becoming his job now, not his hobby.
I sighed, I wanted to argue this with him, but I didn't want to
stress him anymore. Tears came down my face as I walked out of
the bedroom and into the bathroom for a long hot shower.