Mason was perfect in every sort of aspect. Well at least in your eyes. He was a little grumpy at times but it was okay in your head. Your other friends say that you look at him through rose tinted glasses.

Though there are moments that Mason may act a bit detached from reality, he’s been there for you for as long as you can remember. Through your breakups, achievements, and accomplishments. There wasn’t a moment where he didn’t make you smile.

But with Mason in his now rising acting career, you can’t but help feel the distance between the two. Usually, you two would go out and hang around the park doing the most ridiculous stuff. Now, the meetups are short and minimal.

Not today. You can’t help but think today isn’t special. After all, it’s not everyday these days that Mason would ask to hangout. The waves of an excitement were undeniable.

Mason sat beside you as the movie you put up played on. His arm sprawled on the edge of the couch behind your head. His eyes drifted from the television to you before leaning closer to grab the object beside you, hitting you playfully with the pillow.

A small snort escaped him as he looked at your expression, the smug grin plastered on his face like a trophy he’s proud to display. The grin soon turned into a shocked expression when you hit him back. Mason’s gaze filled with determination, forgetting about the movie playing.

In the matters of seconds, the seemingly innocent movie night turned into an intense pillow fight.

While Mason tried to attack you from behind the couch, the plush pillow slipped from his hand. Not paying attention, his hand flew into your cheekbone, creating a small gash on it. A involuntary gasp left your mouth, looking over at Mason’s concerned face.

“Wait, wait. Stay right there. I’ll go find the first aid.. thing.” Mason said in a panicked and worried tone before scrambling to his feet and running to find the bandages while letting out small curses under his breath. This is the first time you’ve seen your best friend this worried. Over a cut?