Metamorphosis

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“Please promise that you will tell me if you start getting them again like before,” I pleaded with her. There was something strange about her getting all of these headaches in the last few months when I could count on one hand the number she had endured in her lifetime previously.
“I will, I will. Jeez, Scarlett. And don’t try to change the subject to focus on me. I believe we were discussing you and your slew of gorgeous guys…”
“There is no ‘slew.’” I interrupted. “And I’m really tired of thinking and talking about them and what it all means all the time.” I had developed a headache myself trying to analyze and scrutinize my relationship with each of the guys that had recently entered my life. I obviously felt something for each of them, but I wasn’t sure exactly what that something was. “So beginning right now, I’m imposing a boy-free Sunday. Let’s do a bunch of girly things together like we used to. You in?”
Evie looked over at her closed bedroom door and then back at me. A slow grin crept across her face, “That sounds awesome, but first I’ve got to get rid of Max.”
“Oh, that’s okay Evie. I forgot he was here. If you were planning on hanging out with Max today, we can do it another time.” I tried hard to not allow my disappointment show in my voice, but it was impossible.
“No, I was actually thinking we needed to do a movie marathon with our favorite vampires and werewolves before the last movie comes out next Thursday night. You up for four movies today?” She asked already knowing what my answer would be.
“I need to change into my Team Edward t-shirt.” My face lit up at just the thought.
“Okay, give me an hour and I’ll meet you on the couch,” she said, already walking towards her room.
Chapter 24
Evie and I spent the rest of that Sunday just as we had planned, on our couch stuffing our faces with popcorn and candy as if we were at an actual theater. I welcomed the refuge from my thoughts about my own life that were getting more and more complicated.
Later that evening, my mom called inquiring about my plans for Thanksgiving. I wondered aloud if she was serious, where else was I going to go? She then proceeded to tell me how I wasn’t the daughter that she raised, how she couldn’t believe that I could be so rude and unappreciative to the people who sacrificed everything for me… that was about the point I tuned her out. I wasn’t in the mood to really get into it with her so I just let her rant, and when she finished, I just said, “Okay, mom, you’re right. I’ll be there the day before and leave the day after. I gotta go study, see you then,” and hung up. I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it forty two hours in her house. Yes, I had counted the hours. As far as I was concerned, it was going to be as close to torture than anything I had ever faced. I was depending heavily on my grandparents and my brother and his family to act as a buffer while I was there. I figured if things got too bad, I could always retreat to Evie’s house. For the first time since I had stood up to my parents, I began to second guess my actions. When I had envisioned the whole confrontation, there was much less yelling and much more understanding on their part. But since that wasn’t the way it happened, I was faced with these awkward family moments that I had never considered before.
After hanging up on her, I picked up my guitar and immersed myself in my music, reveling in the sweet release. It didn’t escape me that I had spent most of the day engaged in activities that kept me from focusing on questions I needed to answer about what I was doing and what I wanted. But I wasn’t quite ready to have that talk with myself, so I opted for more music and less thinking. I literally played until my fingers hurt, and then I showered and got ready for bed. I checked my phone one last time before laying my head on the pillow… nothing.
The next several days passed quickly with classes and time spent working on a History project I had due the following week. When I woke up Monday morning, I had a text from Ash waiting for me, wishing me a good morning and telling me that he had finally got the timing down for a song he had been working on. We had a quick exchange of messages, and miraculously, everything seemed to be back to normal with us, or back to pre-Friday since I really wasn’t sure what we were was really normal. Mason made my Tuesday by texting the following morning when I was in class, and I couldn’t help but chuckle when I later re-read our conversation.
Mason (10:43AM): Morning, angel. You in class today?
Me (10:45AM): Morning, lose the angel, and unfortunately, yes
Mason (10:52AM): You aren’t going to win this one, angel-let it go. What time do you get out?
Me (11:00AM): I will win Rat boy, and 1:00 but I’ve got to work on a project this afternoon. Why? What’s up?
Mason (11:04AM): I like when you call me Rat. Want to grab a bite to eat tonight? You have to stop to eat, right?
Me (11:06AM): Don’t worry, that will be the last time I ever call you that.
Mason (11:07AM): What’s wrong with rats? Templeton was a cute little guy… he was always helping out that girl and the pig.
Me (11:10AM): What’s wrong with rats? ARE YOU SERIOUS? Whats wrong with rats? Rats are disgusting, disease-infested, repulsive rodents. Ewww
Mason (11:14AM): Cartoon rats, angel! Sweet, fluffy cartoon rats…
Me (11:17AM): Like Pinky and the Brain? Two sweet, fluffy cartoon rats… ha!
Mason (11:18AM): Mickey Mouse
Me (11:20AM): Splinter
Mason (11:23AM): Remy from Ratatouille
Me (11:25AM): Jerry, he was a mean little shit to poor Tom
Mason (11:29AM): Fievel Mouskewitz
Me (11:37AM): You really know Fievel’s last name? You should be hiding somewhere in shame right now. Just wait until I share that tidbit of info with the rest of Jobu’s Rum.
Mason (11:44AM): Haha, blackmail does not become you, angel.
Me (11:50AM): It’s not blackmail if I don’t want anything in return
Mason (11:54AM): Are you always so giving? Never wanting anything in return for yourself?
Me (11:57AM): I’m good, I don’t need anything
Mason (12:02PM): You don’t think you need anything, but I can show you otherwise… come to dinner with me tonight, I’ll show you a little of what you’re missing
Me (12:15PM): pick me up at 6:00
Mason (12:15PM): cool
As soon as my last class ended, I rushed back to the dorm, anxious to get started on my project so that I could finish up in time to shower and freshen up before Mason picked me up. I was excited to see him again, not having to wait until Friday after all; however, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to being more than a little nervous. When I had messed around with him the previous weekend, I truly didn’t think I would ever talk to him again, much less be having dinner with him four nights later. I wasn’t sure what he was going to expect from me. A repeat performance? More? I shuddered in anticipation just thinking about it.
Evie had gone straight from her last class to a study group session with one of her other classes, so I was left to my own thought while getting ready. The only other time Mason had seen me I was wearing Evie’s clothes, so I was curious to see his reaction when I was dressed in my own style. I was in a blue and white striped casual summer dress, as it was still in the high 70s here some nights, paired with none other than my old faithful boots. I braided my hair into two braids since I was pressed for time, and at five ‘til six, a knock on the door pulled me from my final inspection in the bathroom mirror. I grabbed my purse and greeted Mason with a huge smile and an open-mind.
“Oh, wow,” he said, not hiding the fact he was looking up and down my body. “You look even better than I remembered.” His words made my heart flutter, and when he stepped towards me and kissed me softly on the lips, my stomach began a string of endless somersaults. He looked exactly as I had remembered-tall, strong, handsome, and dangerous. He was dressed similar to how he had been on Friday, dark jeans and a solid gray fitted t shirt that matched his eyes perfectly. I wondered if we looked a little mismatched. He definitely looked the part of a lead in a rock band with all of his tattoos and piercings, and I looked… well I kind of looked like a farm girl.
“Damn, angel, the hair and the boots…” He lightly tugged on my pigtails, his eyes sparkled mischievously. “Are you trying to kill me?” I guess he liked the farm girl look.
I shook my head and looked down at my feet. “Is this okay for wherever we are going?”
“You look perfect. Come on, I have something I want you to see.”
Mason grabbed my hand and led me down the hall and out to the parking lot. I looked around for his car as we approached the visitor parking area, but didn’t see it. Instead, a brand new black Harley Davidson was parked in the first spot of the paved section. I stopped walking and looked at him incredulously.
“Tell me you didn’t buy a motorcycle.” It came out more like a question than a statement, but I already knew the answer. It was staring directly at me. He smirked and replied, “Well, I hated to disappoint you, angel. I just got it today.”
I walked closer to it, inspecting it like I knew something, anything, about motorcycles. All I could tell is that it’s black and shiny and a Harley. I was glad that at least he hadn’t gotten a crotch rocket; there was no way in hell I was getting on one of those. “Why?” I wondered as I looked up in his slate eyes.
“Well, now I’m the total package, right?” He waggled his eyebrows at me and I couldn’t help but throw my head back in laughter.
“Your package was just fine before the bike,” I replied.
He stepped behind me, pulled my back to his chest by wrapping his colorful arms around my mid-section, and seductively said in my ear, “I’m glad you enjoyed my package so much…”
Giggling, I turned around to face Mason and loved seeing the playfulness in his expression. I draped my arms around his neck and attempted the same sultry voice that he had used moments earlier, “It’s the most magnificent package I’ve ever seen.” And I pressed a light peck at the corner of his mouth. He groaned and pulled my lips back to his, demanding a longer, more intimate kiss. “Don’t say things like that Scarlett. We’ll never make it to dinner,” he groaned into my mouth.
I pulled back a bit and looked down out my outfit, wondering if I should change out of my dress to get on the motorcycle. As if he could read my mind, he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the parking lot. “Don’t even think about it. One of the main reasons I bought this damn thing is to feel your arms and legs wrapped around me while we ride. And its even better if you’re wearing a skirt.”
I knew better than to think that he wouldn’t have a line of girls waiting to snuggle up to his chiseled body, but I was flattered that I was going to be the first on his new toy. At least I was going to be his first something.
“Seriously, why did you buy the bike?” I asked.
Mason shrugged his shoulders as if going out and buying a motorcycle was an everyday occurrence. “I’ve wanted one for a while so when you said something the other day about how you were surprised I didn’t have one, it made me wondered why I didn’t. So, I got one.”