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occasional hiccup. She pulled away from him and looked down at the giant wet patch on his shirt. She patted his chest.
“I’m sorry” she said wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
Dylan looked down at his chest and shrugged, giving her a small smile.
“Are we still friends?” he asked.
Chelsea smiled and nodded her head.
“Forever” she replied.
“Are you going to be staying with your Mum?” he asked.
Chelsea looked away from Dylan as she lied and told him that she was. For the rest of the afternoon she sat in the music room listening to Dylan play various songs on the guitar, before it was just before dinner time.
“I better get going” she said standing from the bean bag that she had tucked herself into.
Dylan put his guitar down and walked her to the door.
“Do you need a lift to your Mum’s house?” he asked with a look that Chelsea knew was testing to see if she was telling the truth about the place she was staying.
Chelsea quickly shook her head. The truth was she had no idea where her Mum even lived. She felt awful for lying to Dylan, but it was apparently obvious that he didn’t approve of her having anything to do with Mason, so she didn’t feel she could tell him that she was actually going to be spending another night there, let alone in Mason’s bed and probably with Mason beside her.
“Dylan? Did Mason ever beat you up when the others did?” she asked.
Dylan shifted uncomfortably in the doorway and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Once” he said holding up one finger. “I kind of had it coming. I said that his Dad was bikie scum. He punched me once and gave me a bloody nose.”
Chelsea nodded. The biggest problem that Dylan had was his mouth, it often got him into trouble. He didn’t have much of a social etiquette, Chelsea always put it down to his upbringing. Once his Mum got involved with drugs, she was pretty distant and he was raised in a world of junkies and various other pieces of shit, watching his mum rotate through men until he was ten and she died. He was the one that discovered her body in their living room, a needle still in the crook of her arm. His grandmother tried to help him be more polite and he did improve over the years that Chelsea knew him, but sometimes he just said what he felt rather than thinking about how it might make someone feel or the consequences like a punch in the nose from the football team.
Chapter Eight
Slowly Chelsea walked back to Mason’s home. When she got to the gate she saw that Mason was coming out of it, when he noticed her, his face lit up and he gave her a big smile. Chelsea’s heart skipped a beat and she couldn’t wipe the grin from her face as he came towards her and kissed her lips gently. Mason took the bags from her and she followed him through the gate into the yard, where Duggar was still sitting. Chelsea frowned and followed Mason into his bedroom.
“Doesn’t that Duggar ever leave the yard?” she asked as Mason closed the door.
Mason laughed and put her bags beside her other things. He shook his head.
“He has a home. He just never seems to go to it” he said with a shrug of his shoulder. “Anyway, I don’t want to talk about him, how did it go with Dylan?”
She flopped down onto Mason’s bed and laid back with her legs dangling off the edge. Mason laid down beside her and put his hand on her stomach under her shirt, just above the waistband of her jeans. Chelsea felt her body clench in fear at first scared that Mason would discover her other secret but she couldn’t help her stomach lurch with excitement. Chelsea closed her legs tight against the throbbing that was beginning. She closed her eyes to try and concentrate on telling Mason about Dylan’s reaction.
“It wasn’t good. He was mad, which I kind of expected. He felt like I lied to him” she said.
She opened her eyes and looked up into Mason’s eyes, which were soft and
“I’m sorry” she said wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
Dylan looked down at his chest and shrugged, giving her a small smile.
“Are we still friends?” he asked.
Chelsea smiled and nodded her head.
“Forever” she replied.
“Are you going to be staying with your Mum?” he asked.
Chelsea looked away from Dylan as she lied and told him that she was. For the rest of the afternoon she sat in the music room listening to Dylan play various songs on the guitar, before it was just before dinner time.
“I better get going” she said standing from the bean bag that she had tucked herself into.
Dylan put his guitar down and walked her to the door.
“Do you need a lift to your Mum’s house?” he asked with a look that Chelsea knew was testing to see if she was telling the truth about the place she was staying.
Chelsea quickly shook her head. The truth was she had no idea where her Mum even lived. She felt awful for lying to Dylan, but it was apparently obvious that he didn’t approve of her having anything to do with Mason, so she didn’t feel she could tell him that she was actually going to be spending another night there, let alone in Mason’s bed and probably with Mason beside her.
“Dylan? Did Mason ever beat you up when the others did?” she asked.
Dylan shifted uncomfortably in the doorway and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Once” he said holding up one finger. “I kind of had it coming. I said that his Dad was bikie scum. He punched me once and gave me a bloody nose.”
Chelsea nodded. The biggest problem that Dylan had was his mouth, it often got him into trouble. He didn’t have much of a social etiquette, Chelsea always put it down to his upbringing. Once his Mum got involved with drugs, she was pretty distant and he was raised in a world of junkies and various other pieces of shit, watching his mum rotate through men until he was ten and she died. He was the one that discovered her body in their living room, a needle still in the crook of her arm. His grandmother tried to help him be more polite and he did improve over the years that Chelsea knew him, but sometimes he just said what he felt rather than thinking about how it might make someone feel or the consequences like a punch in the nose from the football team.
Chapter Eight
Slowly Chelsea walked back to Mason’s home. When she got to the gate she saw that Mason was coming out of it, when he noticed her, his face lit up and he gave her a big smile. Chelsea’s heart skipped a beat and she couldn’t wipe the grin from her face as he came towards her and kissed her lips gently. Mason took the bags from her and she followed him through the gate into the yard, where Duggar was still sitting. Chelsea frowned and followed Mason into his bedroom.
“Doesn’t that Duggar ever leave the yard?” she asked as Mason closed the door.
Mason laughed and put her bags beside her other things. He shook his head.
“He has a home. He just never seems to go to it” he said with a shrug of his shoulder. “Anyway, I don’t want to talk about him, how did it go with Dylan?”
She flopped down onto Mason’s bed and laid back with her legs dangling off the edge. Mason laid down beside her and put his hand on her stomach under her shirt, just above the waistband of her jeans. Chelsea felt her body clench in fear at first scared that Mason would discover her other secret but she couldn’t help her stomach lurch with excitement. Chelsea closed her legs tight against the throbbing that was beginning. She closed her eyes to try and concentrate on telling Mason about Dylan’s reaction.
“It wasn’t good. He was mad, which I kind of expected. He felt like I lied to him” she said.
She opened her eyes and looked up into Mason’s eyes, which were soft and
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