*Lily’s POV*
I open my eyes to see that I’m lying flat on the floor, fluffy clouds in my field of sight. I sit up, realizing that I’m in a field of roses, my eyes lighting up at the view. Wherever I turn, white, blue, pink, yellow and orange roses stood, their dazzling color combinations beautifying the field, their aromatic scent comforting me. I smile to myself, stand up and run across the field, my arms outstretched. With the gentle wind in my hair, I come to a stop, feeling the calming sensation of the breeze. This place… is paradise.
“Lily!” I twirl to spot Mason, a bright smile on his face as he waves at me energetically. I can see his face! But… what if he disappears again?
With a worried look, I take conscious steps to him, a look of confusion growing on his face.
“Is there something wrong?” he asks once I’m standing right in front of him. My gaze moves to his clothes, noticing he’s wearing an oversized shirt and jeans that are plain white. Wait… I’m wearing a plain white dress, which is weird because I… don’t have a white dress.
I watch as Mason takes a step closer to me, my heart fluttering.
“Are you okay?” he questions, a frown still present on his face.
“I am,” I answer, my gaze moving to his grey eyes. He’s even worried about me. How sweet of him.
His gaze turns serious abruptly, my eyes following his. Wait… he’s… staring at my lips. Before I know it, he’s moving closer, his eyes slowly closing. What is he… doing-
His lips press against mine, my eyes widening. The situation soon sinks in, my heart racing at the feeling. I’m… kissing Mason. His arms wrap around my waist, his body leaning closer to mine, our surroundings going quiet. My mind goes blank as I decide to follow my heart, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, taking in his sweet scent and tasting his lips. After a second, I break the kiss, my eyebrows furrowing. Wait… something’s… not right.
I hold onto Mason’s shoulders, my eyes moving to his that is full of lust. Why does he taste… normal? He’s addicted to cookies and cream and I definitely didn’t taste anything close to that. And Mason would never kiss me without permission. He’s simply too nice to.
My hands let go of his shoulder, my legs taking a step away from him. Is this… a dream? Just then, I hear my alarm ring from somewhere in the field and my eyes wander across the field of flowers. I guess it’s time for school.
I open my eyes and sit up on my bed, turning off my alarm. My dream… was so fucking weird. Why did I even dream about Mason kissing me? It wasn’t even realistic!
I shake my head, clearing those unnecessary thoughts. I have to prepare for school. Getting out of bed, I do my necessities, wearing a white top and navy blue denim jeans, and running downstairs with my backpack.
“Took you long enough,” I hear a voice say and stop when I see him in front of me, a soft smile planted on his face.
My gaze moves to his red oversized sweatshirt, his hands stuffed in light brown checkered pants. My eyes follow his hand as he adjusts his white collar neck, his gaze still on me.
“What’s wrong? And why’s your face red?” Mason questions.
Our eyes meet and I look away, butterflies erupting in my stomach. That stupid dream is over and he’s not even wearing all white right now but… why is my heart racing like crazy? After a second or maybe three, I manage to compose myself, my gaze moving back to Mason.
“I’m okay. Why are you here though?”
As I study his face which seems to have healed a bit, I notice his swollen cheek as he contemplates my question. That injury… it wasn’t there yesterday-
“It’s because I want to walk to school with you… if that’s okay?” he answers with the sweetest smile.
“It’s fine,” I reply, and head towards my fridge, looking to see if there is anything suitable to eat.
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“Your mom left some desserts for us on the dining table,” Mason informs and I close the fridge with a sigh heading to my dining table.
Five croissants are packed nicely in two paper bags, Mason obviously having the bigger portion. I take the one without cookies and cream filling which clearly isn't mine but Mason's, and stuff it into my bag.
Mason looks into his paper bag and smiles before putting it in his own bag, his hand outstretched to me afterwards.
“Let’s head to school, shall we?” he says and I smile softly, taking his hand and letting him lead me outside, hopping on our bikes afterwards.
We then cycle in silence and I sneak glances at Mason, my gaze not able to pull away from him. I still wonder why I didn’t realize I like him. Why didn’t I notice the butterflies fluttering in my stomach when he’s around and that I miss him more than I normally did in the past? And I never imagined I’d have that kind of dream. Maybe it’s because I now know my feelings for him?
“Are you really okay?” Mason abruptly asks, his tone soft as he places his hand on my head.
I flinch and stop my bike and he does so too, his worried gaze meeting mine.
“I’m fine,” I reply. “Why do you ask?”
Mason lets out a sigh and moves his bike so that he’s beside me. “You’re red.”
“...What?”
“Well, specifically, your cheeks are red.”
My eyebrows furrow as I process his words, and when I do, I feel my face heat up even more. I was… blushing this whole time?
He tries but fails to hold his laugh at my reaction. In the process, he almost falls off his bike which causes me to chuckle, laughter filling the air afterwards.
“Anyway,” he says once we’ve calmed down, our breaths heavy. “wanna go out with me?”
“...What?”
His eyes meet mine, his face flushing red. Is Mason… actually asking me out? …Actually, he won’t, and he probably is just asking to hang out during lunch.
“Sure,” I reply, and his face flushes red even more. Wait… was my prediction wrong?
“Actually… what if we go to the school library during lunch? There was a book I buried in Library Lounge that I’ve yet to read so… yeah.”
I nod and reply with ‘sure’, my hand on my chin. I guess it was the book he went to borrow during that period of time. And now that I think about it, did the book have some tips about romance? Was that why he kept holding my hand yesterday?
“Actually… I have a question,” I say as we continue to cycle.
“What is it?”
Letting a sigh, my grip tightens on my bike as I look at Mason in the eyes, my gaze serious.
“...Do you have a hand fetish?”
“The fuck?”
“You kept holding my hand a lot yesterday so I thought that you… have a new interest?”
He gives me a shocked but disgusted look, letting out a deep breath afterwards. “Lily… I never thought you’d think of me in such a horrible way but I’m incredibly sorry for doing such lewd things, and I swear I will never do that again.” …I did makeout with you in my dreams so I should be the one to apologize for something like that.
“But… I would honestly like to hold your hand right now,” he mutters underneath his breath, my eyes widening as I gasp.
“So you do have a hand fetish!”
“What the-” he pauses, his face flushed. “I was half-kidding because… I wouldn’t lie that I missed you.”
My heart pounding in my chest, I look away from him, my finger tapping against my bike. Why… did he say it like that? It’s not like he likes me… right? Either way, it’s not like I want to decline his offer, because deep down, I want it too.
So I stretch out my hand towards him with a soft smile on my face, ignoring my stupid heart pounding. Noticing my hand, a bright smile beams on his face and he takes my hand in his, our fingers interlocking afterwards.
“Just make sure not to fall with only one hand on the handle,” Mason warns and I nod, a smile I can’t hold back growing on my face.
My gaze then moves to my surroundings, and I admire the houses around us and the vibrant plants that are grown outside each residents’ houses, my eyes moving back to Mason as my heart races. Mason… if I were to tell you that my stupid heart flutters every time you are around me, what would you say? What would you do or… how would you react? Either way, it’s too early to think of such thoughts because after all, our future is something we don’t know off but I can’t help but still wonder what the future holds for us, and just hope that we remain as close as we are. I really do.
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Lily's Playlist
• Windy Day by Helios Relaxing Space
• Melancholy by Helios Relaxing Space
• Dandelions by Ruth B
• The Other Side by Hugh Jackman and Zac Efron
• At My Worst by Pink Sweat$ feat. Kehlani
• N/A
Mason's Playlist
• The Other Side by Hugh Jackman and Zac Efron
• At My Worst by Pink Sweat$ feat. Kehlani
• N/A