I climb down the stairs two at a time, and me being me, obviously slip at the last step. But with Mason there to catch me nothing bad came out of it. Except that his hands were around my waist and we were really really close together. And we were staring at each other. It was weird, being so close to a guy after such a long time. I had never come near to crushing on anyone in the past three years, ever since Evan. He smirks at me and tucks a stray hair behind my ear. I suck in a deep breath as his fingers trail down my cheek and he brushes his thumb against the corner of my lip. He cups my face in one hand and his fingers are so long that he is able reach behind my head at the same time with no problem. He tilts his face towards mine and his lips are so close to my lips, but he whispers against my lips, "Extra points for being excited, I've never done this before."

Thank God he didn't kiss me, for a second I thought he would. But all my thoughts vanish as he brushes his lips against mine.

My mind goes blank and I stay still, what am I supposed to do now? I never knew how to react in these kind of situations. I feel like moving back but my body is frozen in place. A cough sounds to our right and I jerk back from Mason and look to my right. My mom and dad stand there, my father glaring at my so called boyfriend and my mother with her signature raised eyebrow and smirk.

"Oops, caught." Mason whispers in my ear as he places a hand around my waist. My face goes beet red. My dad keeps glaring at Mason, while my mom smirks at the both of us. Having enough of this, I grab Mason's hand and pull him out the door. "Let's just go." I pull him over to his car and get into the passenger seat. "So," I say as I tuck a strand of my golden hair behind my ear, "where are we going?" I turn to him. "That dress is really short. And spaghetti strapped." He says instead of answering. I look down, and blush. "Umm, I was supposed to get a cardigan." He smirks, and starts the car. Soon, we're driving away at a leisurely but fast pace to god knows where.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Scared?"

"Oh yes!" I exclaim sarcastically.

"You're going to bring me into a forest and kill me, aren't you? Help! Help!" I continue in a shrill sarcastic voice, and then I look over at him, embarrassed. He has that amazed look in his eyes again, I don't know why, and I never realized before, but every time that he gets that look in his eyes, I have butterflies appear in my tummy and I suddenly feel proud of myself. I don't know why I feel proud of myself. Maybe because not much has been able to amaze Mason and I did? I still don't know why he got that amazed look in his eyes in the first place.

"Don't."

I look up from my lap, startled. His eyes were still on the road. "Don't what?" I ask him. "Bite your lip. I'll be forced to pull over and kiss you." He says with his eyes still on the road. I didn't even realize that I was until he pointed it out to me. I ignored him and looked out of the window and giggled. "Mason," I giggled, "a freaking carnival? Are you trying to be cliché?" I ask him, trying to maintain my straight face. "No, I'm just trying to follow guidelines."

I couldn't take it anymore, my straight face broke and I started giggling, then laughing, so hard that my stomach hurt. I was sure that if I was standing, I would have fell to the ground, rolling, with tears streaming down my face and all. Now I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, as Mason parked the car. I opened my door and stepped out, relishing in the cool breeze. "I was supposed to open the door for you." Mason says with a pout. I shrug and step back into the car and close the door. Mason shakes his head and chuckles. He steps forward and opens the door, bowing down, he extends his palm for me to take and murmurs, "My lady." I put my hand in his and laugh out loud, and then I abruptly stop, my mind flying back to Amelia. I snatch my hand out of Mason's who had straightened up now. He looks me with his confused eyes and I avert my eyes, that have started to sting and blink the tears away. God damn it. I will not cry.

"Come." He motions. I follow after him obediently. What in the world am I getting myself into?

"Umm, wait." Mason says a few feet later. I stop behind him.

"Yes?"

"Let's play one fact."

"And what the fuck is that?"

"A game."

"I got that."

"No, never mind. I'm just going to ask you a question."

"Okay." I drag.

He takes a deep breath. "When was your first date?" He asks. He seems nervous. I smile reassuringly at him, telling him that it's fine. "When I was 14, I guess? With Evan. You?"

He seems relieved that I didn't blow up on him, "Um I've never gone on a date before... only you I guess. And I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."

Oh what have I gotten myself into?