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If someone had asked Mason what they were doing that Friday night, they would have unenthusiastically explained their situation. Which was: they had been dragged along to a high school reunion by their friend Harley. All because Harley wanted to see how no one had changed. "It's like a sick joke," Harley had exclaimed. "It's not even been ten years and they want us to go back and fester in that hell some more!"
Mason couldn't help but agree. Though not because so little time had passed. Rather, because high school had been miserable. He had felt so alone. Sure, he had a friend or two. He'd had a best friend. Things like that didn't matter though. If he had called Aaron-- who had essentially cheated off of him for two whole years in university in exchange for some weed-- his best friend, Mason would have died. The concept of best friends was something that didn't exist outside the brick walls of high school. Going back meant his brain would force him to relive it. Even if he had met Harley his senior year, Mason felt no need to relive it. If anything, he wanted to just relish in the friendship the pair had now. Not flash back to the past. Despite this, he allowed Harley to drag him to the same building the pair had been forced to frequent in their younger years.
It looked the same as it always had. Red and grey brick towering above them. Mason was taller now, but he still felt small when they walked through the glass doors, smudges of teenaged fingerprints had been kind of washed away. Someone had clearly tried to make the school look appealing to the former students. "How long d'you wanna stay?" Mason tilted his head to gaze back at Harley, who had simply grunted in response. Great! Mason was the one who was going to have to make the most of this awful scenario. He could already tell. As they walked through the hallways with off-white tile, Mason wondered if he could even stay here. His mind felt hazy, as if running through four years' worth of negative memories really was taking its toll on him. Mason tried to ignore the thoughts that were gnawing away with him. You're not that fucking loser anymore, yeah? Mason was trying desperately to have a good time. Which was why he had allowed Harley to abandon him, the other was already in search of cheap booze.
'Happy Seventy Five Years Belmonte High School!' was emblazoned on a gold and purple banner that someone had haphazardly slung across what Mason could only assume was where the volleyball net had once stood. Whoever had organized the party had certainly been on some lame ass school spirit committee all those years ago. Putting whatever bedazzling skills they had learned to horrible use. For a moment, Mason wondered why he was even here. With Harley of all people. Harley, who had decided once that it would be funny to set two houses ablaze. How come Harley had never decided to burn their old school down? Mason pushed the thought away, instead focusing on the drink that Harley had pushed into his hand. The grin that spread across his face was short lived, as Mason turned, accidentally bumping into someone. Someone... much shorter than himself. "Fuck," Mason said suddenly. He looked at the other, an apologetic look crossing his face. "Sorry I didn't-" HIs face got warm for a moment. "I wasn't paying attention," he said. No use in trying to make it seem like it wasn't his fault. Clearly it was. The other didn't look familiar. Though, he supposed the event was open to all alumni. He looks like he's your age though. Mason pushed the thought away, looking at the other for a moment. Should I just leave him alone? Don't want him to think I'm a freak.
Mason couldn't help but agree. Though not because so little time had passed. Rather, because high school had been miserable. He had felt so alone. Sure, he had a friend or two. He'd had a best friend. Things like that didn't matter though. If he had called Aaron-- who had essentially cheated off of him for two whole years in university in exchange for some weed-- his best friend, Mason would have died. The concept of best friends was something that didn't exist outside the brick walls of high school. Going back meant his brain would force him to relive it. Even if he had met Harley his senior year, Mason felt no need to relive it. If anything, he wanted to just relish in the friendship the pair had now. Not flash back to the past. Despite this, he allowed Harley to drag him to the same building the pair had been forced to frequent in their younger years.
It looked the same as it always had. Red and grey brick towering above them. Mason was taller now, but he still felt small when they walked through the glass doors, smudges of teenaged fingerprints had been kind of washed away. Someone had clearly tried to make the school look appealing to the former students. "How long d'you wanna stay?" Mason tilted his head to gaze back at Harley, who had simply grunted in response. Great! Mason was the one who was going to have to make the most of this awful scenario. He could already tell. As they walked through the hallways with off-white tile, Mason wondered if he could even stay here. His mind felt hazy, as if running through four years' worth of negative memories really was taking its toll on him. Mason tried to ignore the thoughts that were gnawing away with him. You're not that fucking loser anymore, yeah? Mason was trying desperately to have a good time. Which was why he had allowed Harley to abandon him, the other was already in search of cheap booze.
'Happy Seventy Five Years Belmonte High School!' was emblazoned on a gold and purple banner that someone had haphazardly slung across what Mason could only assume was where the volleyball net had once stood. Whoever had organized the party had certainly been on some lame ass school spirit committee all those years ago. Putting whatever bedazzling skills they had learned to horrible use. For a moment, Mason wondered why he was even here. With Harley of all people. Harley, who had decided once that it would be funny to set two houses ablaze. How come Harley had never decided to burn their old school down? Mason pushed the thought away, instead focusing on the drink that Harley had pushed into his hand. The grin that spread across his face was short lived, as Mason turned, accidentally bumping into someone. Someone... much shorter than himself. "Fuck," Mason said suddenly. He looked at the other, an apologetic look crossing his face. "Sorry I didn't-" HIs face got warm for a moment. "I wasn't paying attention," he said. No use in trying to make it seem like it wasn't his fault. Clearly it was. The other didn't look familiar. Though, he supposed the event was open to all alumni. He looks like he's your age though. Mason pushed the thought away, looking at the other for a moment. Should I just leave him alone? Don't want him to think I'm a freak.
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