Mason
"You look just as beautiful up close" I heard a strange voice, immediately I reached for my gun and aimed it at the unknown person standing in my living room.
"Who are you and what do you want?" I asked as I stepped closer to the dark side of the room.
The light in my living room turned on and my eyes widened as I stared at the person in front of me.
Is this who I think it is?
He has grown so much but he still has those big green eyes he would always stare at me with
"Hello Mason" he said, his voice was deep, deeper than mine, he looked so- he looks so matured now, he doesn't look like that skinny boy with dark hair and green eyes, the skinny boy who had bruises all over his body because he was clumsy.
No, he looked like the older and well, larger version of that, he still has his black hair but it is shorter than the last time I saw him, he never liked growing his hair, his green eyes are still sharp and very noticeable, I see he still has that cut on his left eye.
He got it from trying to 'save me' when we were younger and the wound looks like it has been healed though it still left a mark.
My eyes trialed from his face, he didn't have much facial hair, he did say he wasn't a fan of growing one himself and that it only looks good on me.
My eyes trailed down from his face to body, his chest looks big, they are strain g his shirt, it feels like his shirt is using its last bit of powers to keep itself on his body..
He has really been working out, I remember him saying how he wanted to be as buff as my father when he grows up so he can protect me and his dad in the future.
"Are you going to keep staring at me or will you say something Mason" his voice broke me out of my thoughts as my eyes went back to his face, I held eye contact as I watched his gaze soften up.
"I mean I'm not complaining or anything, I very much enjoy watching you stare at me, but I'll still like to hear your voice, it's been so long Mason" he flashed his teeth at me.
'Why does he keep ending his sentence with my name, like it's a period or something' I mentally rolled my eyes, it's been years and he still does that?.
"What are you doing here Damian?, how did you find me? Why and how did you break into my house?" I have a lot of questions to ask him but those were the only ones that seemed appropriate and the ones that need to be answered immediately.
"Why, thank you Mason, you also look good and yes I am doing well, it has been more than twenty years, how about you?, do I want to sit down? sure I'll take a seat" he said as he walked over to my couch, his eyes not leaving me.
"I'm sorry" I immediately apologized as I massaged my forehead, "do you want something to drink also" I asked him as I watched him sit down on my couch, his hand rubbing on the material before he stopped and looked at me.
I see he still does that, he loves touching foreign objects, he says it makes it easier for him to accept them, if he doesn't like how they feel then he will be uncomfortable until he touches something that won't make his body crawl in disgust.
Back to the issue at ground, yes, I know he practically broke into my house but it's Damian, I've known this little troublemaker since we were younger.
"No, thank you Mace-" my heart quickened as he said the nickname he used to call me when we were younger.
I've met a lot of people and I've been given a nickname based off my first name. In high school and college it was Moore and at work it's Mason or detective Moore.
Never Mace.
"I'm sorry I broke into your house, its just I couldn't come over to your office and outside was cold and you know how uncomfortable I get when I touch new things and I don't like it" he talked without taking a pause, he did that a lot, it's one of the many things that he had that reminds me of my dad.
"So I decided to just pay your home a visit but I didn't do anything, I didn't break unto your house for a bad reason Mace, I swear, I only broke in becaue I wanted to discuss something important with you and also because I hate the cold, you know that right?" he added, he looks serious now and I felt a warm feeling in my chest as I looked at the rambling idiot seated in front of me.
He hasn't changed, he can talk for hours with no stop, unless I tell him to stop. Then a realization came to me.
'I wanted to discuss something important with you'
Though a part of me did feel warm at the fact that he didn't break into my house for a bad reason and he was just cold I couldn't help but feel disappointed that he didn't do it because he missed me.
'What the fuck is going on?'