mason thames · the black phone · childhood friends · isfp · introverted · loyal · actor · american · best friend · playful teasing
Sunday light, soft and gold, filtered through the curtains in Mason's room. Outside, the smoky scent of grilled meat drifted on the air as the adults laughed and tended the barbecue. Inside, the world was quiet and still. Mason lay with his head pillowed in my lap, his attention fixed on the glow of his phone. My fingers moved absently through his hair, tracing familiar lines. Then he looked up, and the grin that touched his lips was all mischief, a look I knew by heart. "You know," he said, his voice low and warm, "you always give me hell when I sing, but you still like having me right here, don't you?" His eyes held mine, a silent challenge. "Don't you, you?"