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Text || Mason

  • Ryleigh: I see. So is there anything that you like really like doing?
  • Ryleigh: No no, I want to keep talking to you, I promise. It's just that I'm not exactly sure what to say and I'm afraid I'm boring you, which is why I wasn't sure if just not texting you would be rude or not. But you're really interesting and it's pretty cool talking to you.
  • Mason: Well, I like literature. I've been taking loads of English classes, but there's not really much to do with that in the future so I don't know if I should actually go into that.
  • Mason: Boring me? Why would you think that? Just, talk about your day or something that interests you. Honestly, anything. I won't mind as long as you want to talk about it as well.
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Text || Mason

  • Ryleigh: Ah, I understand. But do you have anything you'd like to do when you get out of school?
  • Ryleigh: I'm sorry I'm honestly not sure what else to say and I think it'd be rude if I just stopped texting you.
  • Mason: Still a bit undecided. But, so are most of the kids in my year so I don't feel too bad about it. I've got a few things I'm thinking about. I just need to settle on one, I guess.
  • Mason: It's not rude. I mean, I can take a hint. If you really don't want to talk then I'll stop texting you. It's kind of rude to keep it going if you don't want to talk, right? And you're just being polite so it's no real bother here.
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Text || Mason

  • Ryleigh: Do you like school at all? It's alright. It gets a bit tiring but I guess it's something to do.
  • Ryleigh: I'll definitely keep that in mind.
  • Mason: Of course. But it's kind of like you and the club scene, I guess. There's only so much you can take until you want to do something else or at least take a break for a bit. I'm in need of one of those breaks already, but that might be the amount of workload I have and my procrastination speaking.
  • Mason: Alright.


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Text || Mason

  • Ryleigh: School is pretty cool though. I'm sure clubbing and parties isn't that fun.
  • Ryleigh: It's just weird because it's never happened before but you don't have to stop talking to me. Does that make sense?
  • Mason: School's just school. Most people have enough of it by the time they're out of high school. Oh, come on. There has to be something fun about it if you do it as often as you seemed to. I'd be too bored to keep up with something if it wasn't at least somewhat fun.
  • Mason: Maybe? But feel free to tell me to shut up whenever if I start to bug you or something.


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Text || Mason

  • Ryleigh: Yeah, you're welcome. Did you at least have a good day?
  • Ryleigh: No, you don't have to stop texting me.
  • Ryleigh: It's just a bit weird for me, that's all.
  • Mason: It was great. Well, as great as any day of school could be which is technically rather boring compared to clubs and parties, I guess.
  • Mason: But it's weird! I don't want to make you feel weird just because I texted you. I mean, if you're fine with it then I won't, but only if you're absolutely sure.


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Text || Mason

  • Ryleigh: Ah, I hope you have a lovely time at school.
  • Ryleigh: Uh, I actually don't text the next day...
  • Ryleigh: I'm really sorry.
  • Mason: Oh, no. It's already over for the day. I just had a few assignments that I needed to finish up and they're done now as well so it's all good. Thank you, though.
  • Mason: Oh.
  • Mason: Then do you want me to stop because I can? I don't want to bother you or anything.


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Text || Mason

  • Ryleigh: Oh, alright.
  • Ryleigh: I'm doing well, you?
  • Mason: That's good to hear. I'm doing the same, really, since I've got some downtime from school right now.
  • Mason: But... you don't normally do this, do you? Like, text the next day. That kind of thing?


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Text || Mason

  • Ryleigh: Who? Mason...?...
  • Ryleigh: Oh right! I don't mind at all.
  • Ryleigh: Uh, so what's up? Did you need something?
  • Mason: No! Nothing like that. I just had a good time last night and I figured why not?
  • Mason: So, how're you?


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Text || Ryleigh

  • Mason: Hey, it's Mason. From last night.
  • Mason: I hope you don't mind that I'm texting you?


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Just Another Friday Night

ffsryleigh:

Ryleigh picked up on his nervousness more and more as she listened to him. Of course, she wasn’t going to point it out because that would just be rude on her part. Pointing out flaws in other people wasn’t something she did, especially when she had a bunch of flaws that probably weren’t so easy to point out after just seeing her once, but they definitely were still there and were easy to notice and pick up on after knowing or seeing her for quite a while. “So, what do you do for fun then?” She asked out of pure curiosity. The only fun she knew was going to clubs at the moment and she knew that’s how most people she met were. Which is definitely why Mason seemed truly interesting to her. He was definitely way different than people she talked to which was a good thing. “Yeah, almost all the time.” She nodded in response to his question, she practically shouted back at him over the booming music. It was a bit sad how much she went out but it was something that she had gotten used to. She knew it probably wasn’t healthy but she continued to go out, drink, and smoke weed all the time and everyday.

Ryleigh smiled at him as he talked and nodded to show him she was listening. “Thanks, your name is pretty cool too.” She nodded and added onto the compliment he had gave her. Ryleigh always liked simpler names. As a matter of fact, she liked any name more than hers. It was just too different for her liking. Though, her name was her name and she probably would never change it and she’d just live with it. Ryleigh found it cute that he was nervous. Nervous people was something that Ryleigh wasn’t used to and it was very rare the amount of times she found someone nervous and different at clubs and actually wanted to take them home with her instead of walking away.

She immediately felt a slight trace of guilt as he said he hadn’t moved. Of course, Ryleigh was going to feel bad. “I’m so sorry.” She frowned a bit as she apologized. Ryleigh almost never apologized since she never had anything she felt like she had to be or feel sorry for. The last time she had said sorry was in her break up that turned her to this life. Which is definitely something she didn’t want to think about which is probably why she never apologized. Ryleigh brought her cup back to her lips and took sips of her drink before he said something again. “Sure, that sounds nice.” She smiled at him as she sat her cup on the counter beside his. Ryleigh grabbed his hand and lead him over to where everyone was dancing at. She didn’t really like dancing as much as anyone else but still she’d dance if she was offered. “Do you like dancing?” She asked, before pulling him a tad bit closer and letting go of his hand as she started dancing.

One more breath in and he felt his pulse return to normal once more, his nerves washing away almost instantly. It took him a while. The fact that he hadn’t gone out to a club or didn’t regularly talk to strangers made it more difficult for him to get his nerves under control, but he eventually did long enough for him to not completely ruin his chances with the girl that stood in front of him. She was still there. Even after the wide eyed gaze and seemingly shocked expression, she continued to talk to him and ask him questions as if she were actually interested in what he had to say. He had no idea if he had actually managed to pique her interest or if she continued on to simply be polite towards him. Politeness didn’t really hold any meaning when people were out and looking for a good time. “Hang out with friends mostly; we just don’t typically go to a club when we’re together.” For the most part, it wasn’t at a lie. He did do all of that. The thing was that his main focus was on his school work so fun came as a second nature to him, something that came only after his responsibilities were met. But saying something like that out loud was not a good idea so he kept it at that.

Never once had he met someone that might go out as much as she seemed to say she did. He thought that was all meant for the movies; that people only ever went out on random occasions, but maybe not. “Doesn’t it get boring?” he asked. He doubted he could go out constantly and not grow bored of the never changing crowd of people or music that always seemed to play. But then, this never was his crowd of people. Things that bored him could be a never ending dream to another person. He blinked at her next few words, a soft smile coming to his face at them and an even softer laugh that probably can’t be heard over the music leaving him as he does. “Thank you as well,” there wasn’t much to his name, but he knew thanks to public school that he could very well have it worse and so he counted his blessings and didn’t bother curing the name he was given at birth.

Mason shook his head at the apology, eyebrows knitting together once more in confusion. “There’s nothing to be sorry about! I promise.” He honestly had no idea why she felt the need to apologize for the mistake. It was an honest one to make considering the fact he had never once run into her before and had never been in the club she apparently frequented. He watched her for a moment as she took a sip from the drink then discarded it on a nearby counter. The look of confusion on his face from before immediately washed away to be replaced by a beaming grin when she agreed to dance with him. He allowed her to lead him out to the dance floor and moved his hands to her waist. “Only if I have someone to dance with,” he said in answer to her question, “Do you?” He doubted she’d say yes if she didn’t actually like to dance, but stranger things have happened in his life. And if she said no then they could always do something else. Next time he’d just let her handle the decisions.



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