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Though the green trees seemed moist and the grass-wet, it was seventy-eight degrees in this city, and soon I wouldn't have to bear through it any longer or at least, for some time.

I was currently sitting in the back of the car with Mason-who was completely asleep. I didn't bother to wake him. He would be in need of it for the next long hours ahead of us. The flight from WestView to Cali would be four hours and then a two-hour drive to his family's estate.

We arrived at the airport around two pm with Ben following behind us. I was happy. Even though Mason didn't talk to nor liked him, he was starting to open up.

"How am I gonna survive the next days without you?" Ben asked at the airport's entrance. His light brown eyes-visibly sad. "Hopefully, we can FaceTime, but if not, then you can always go to McDonald's."

"Believe me; I'm gonna go, even when I don't miss you, but are you sure you want to go to the middle of nowhere?" We were slowly walking towards the door. Mason was already inside. "It's just Mason's Family farm. I will be ok, and plus I could use a new scenery."

"Well then, go before the flight takes off without you." He stopped at the door, slowly placing me in a hug that I already missed. "I'll text you when we reach," I told him, forcing back the upcoming tears.

"You better." He hugged me one last time; we checked in, went through the procedures, and waited for the flight. Then WestView, Ben, and our home were about two thousand miles behind us.

When the plane landed, the sky was clouded with dark clouds while the water rained upon the floor. It wasn't unexpected; we packed lots of raincoats and boots in preparation for this. I'd already basked in the sun for the last few days; I wouldn't miss it for a while.

We were instantly met outside by a taxi. Mason's brother, Caine, was supposed to pick us up, but he had something that came up. Luckily, he informed us right before we got on the flight; so we wouldn't have been lost. I placed our two suitcases in the trunk while Mason confirmed something with the driver.

"How are you feeling?" He asked after we settled in the cab, and it took off. "A little tired. You?"

"Happy." He said with a warm smile as I leaned into his chest. "Why?"

"Because you're here with me, even though you don't get along with my dad."

"I can't think of being anywhere else than with you." His hands tightened around me as I relaxed into his warm, comfortable embrace.

We exchanged a few more words about how it would be when we got there and what he wanted us to do before he once again fell asleep. Mason was not the right person to bring on a car trip to prevent getting bored; he was an easy sleeper. But only when it came to him being in things that moved.

I stared out the window, watching as the dark, wet green trees whipped past. I couldn't understand how any animals could run freely throughout it; due to how dense and close the trees were to each other, but that didn't stop me from seeing deers and other mammals escaping its hold-only to retreat.

The small bumps along the street and the breeze eventually drifted me to sleep.

"Baby, we're here." He softly told, nudging my shoulder. I slowly rose from his shoulder, wiping my eyes. "That was quick."

"You've been sleeping for the last hour." He brushed his hands through my hair as I heard the sound of the gates opening. "So were you."

"Touché" He laughed slightly, and the car drove into the large estate. I tried to mark where everything was, like the barn, livestock, and the fields, but the only thing visible through the darkness of night was the lights in the large house.

The car came to a stop.

"Are you ready to meet my parents?" He attempted to make a joke to ease the tension. "Same as the first time," I answered.

"Terrified." He exhaled. "Yup."

There was a figure that blocked parts of the light radiating from the houses. When I looked out the car window, I saw her, Diane. "Your mom..." I sighed. His eyes immediately scanned in the direction of my gaze. "Too late to leave now."

He opened the car door, and I opened mine. She started walking down the stairs and wrapped Mason in a tight, possibly suffocating hug. "Oh, how I missed you."

"I missed you too." They finished greeting each other as I grabbed the suitcases from the trunk, and then the cab drove away. "Jordan." She greets, holding out her hand. "Diane. You still look the same as the last time I saw you."

She giggles lowly, "You still haven't changed. Still know how to flatter an old woman."

"Where's dad?" Mason inquired after gazing at the empty entrance. There was an expression on her face that instantly altered before I could interpret. She released my hand and turned back to her son with a smile. "John's away with some of his friends and will be back in the morning."

"And he left you here alone?" He asked, helping me with the suitcases. "Well, my dear, I am fully capable of fending for myself. I would help with those but with old age comes bone pains."

"I didn't ask for your help."

"Yes, you surely did not... never have. But I still help even if it's not as significant." She said, holding the glass door with the gold knob open.

You would believe that living in the country would keep them from being unnecessary decorative.

But no.

I walked past her behind Mason into the large house, which made my mouth hang open for a seemingly long second. I stationed the suitcase onto the floor-right next to the one he was carrying.

I painted an image of the entrance hall-the large curved stairs in front of me were made of oak, and golden poles railed it, while the large surrounding space-designed with a lot of various-like expensive carpets, portraits, and vases.

"Do you want anything to eat?" She asked us. "Sure. The ride here was long." He answered. "Jordan?"

"Yes."

"Well, the kitchen is down the hall and through the dining room. The ingredients for what you want should be there." She informed, hopelessly pointing. "I guess you still haven't changed. Where is our bedroom." His tone-slightly annoyed.

"Up the stairs, to the right, and the last door on the left." She instructed. Her expression became stunned as Mason stormed off. "Let's go." He ordered me.

Not the family reunion that I imagined, but yet again, it could've been worse.

No matter how long they have been apart nor how far, they still could not stand to be in the presence of each other for more than an hour without arguing or getting heated. Mason wanted her to be the mother that he always wished for, but that was the one thing she could never be.

I held onto his free hand on our way up the stairs. I didn't open my mouth. I just clutched his hands till we reached the room's door. "Look at me," I said in a soft tone. "When I look at her, I still can't..."

"I know, I know." I both my hands on his cheeks. "I already regret coming here. We should've just stayed home; I still can't deal with the memories."

"Be strong, ok? I'll be right here next to you, plus we're already here. Why not make the most of it?" I said in an even softer, seductive tone-indicating intercourse while I leaned closer to his lips.

"You're right, and it's only for a couple of days." He sounded calmer as he closed the gap between our lips first and then our bodies. "I have a feeling that everything is going to work out."

I thought everything would be.

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