CH.1 ♤ Mason
“Where are you taking me, Scotland?”
“Stop being so difficult Mr. Valencia. You’ll see when we get there.”
My boyfriend. My grumpy, dreamy, bossy, demanding, handsome, hunky boyfriend. Scotland J. Hall and I met three years ago, and I’m not embarrassed to say that I chased him without shame until I got him to go on a date with me.
I saw him running one day at a park across my house, then I saw him the next day, then the day after that. Guess who bought some new sneakers and ‘oh so casually’ ran into him on the fourth day? The rest is history.
“Ok, we are here.” I begin to take my blindfold off.
“Nuh uh uh! We aren’t done. Let me come get you.”
I stick my tongue out to him but do as he says. He leaves the car and then I hear my door opening and a hand gently gripping my bicep and pulling me. He guides me through wherever we are walking.
“There are six steps in front of you baby.”
“Up or down?”
I climb the steps and keep walking. Wherever it is he is taking me, is breezy as hell.
“Ok, we are here.” I feel his hands untying my blindfold, I open my eyes slowly and when I focus, I see it.
Millions of tiny little lights hang from the trees, a giant sign hanging from two giant branches.
“Will you marry me?”
“Baby I— Oh my God! What? Did you just drive around for fifteen minutes for this?”
Yes, he brought me to the park across the street, the one where we met. He made me dress up and drove for fifteen minutes with me blindfolded, to end up here.
I turn around to give my response and see more lights hanging from the trees, the man down on one knee and all of our friends and his family behind him.
“Oh my, God, SJ! Of course I’ll marry you!”
“I haven’t asked…” he smirks and I nod, “Mason Valencia, will you make my life complete, and do me the honor of marrying me?”
And in that park, across from our house, the place we call home, I accept his proposal. I agree to marry my guy.
—One year later—
“I don’t know what you are talking about, Scotland. You are the one making a big deal over it. If it had been my choices, we would’ve been married already.”
I’m on my way to a suit fitting appointment talking to my guy over the bluetooth system, trying to get him to stop being such a groomzilla.
“I just want to be your husband, Scotland ,I don’t care about the… Fuck!"
“… I don’t care about the… Fuck!"
There is a loud crash noise as he goes silent.
“Mason? Mason, is everything ok? Hey! Talk to me Mase... are you alright?”
*Beep, beep, beep, beep*
I hate that sound. I should love it, is the sound of the machine keeping the love of my life, alive. I still hate it, I need him to open his eyes.
“How is him?” I hear the commanding voice behind me. Stephan Valencia—Mason’s dad; they haven’t talked for years but I needed to tell someone, so I found his number in Mason’s old address book. It was pure luck that Mr. Valencia still has the same phone number.
I am about to respond when I hear a hoarse voice besides me.
“Mase? Mase, fuck, Mase… you are awake.”
“I’ll get a doctor.” I hear Stephan say but I’m focused on Mason. ”Is ok, you are ok!"
I move closer and reach for his hand, he pulls away and with his next words, my whole world comes down crashing on me.
"Who the hell are you?!"