[•𝑀𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃]

[•𝐸𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓈•] ——————————— 🛒 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💢 “Proud of you,” [•𝑀𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃•]———————————————— Mason has always been in your life. Your parents are best friends, which means you were practically raised together. And somehow, you absolutely cannot stand each other. To everyone else, Mason is a sweetheart. He's charming, thoughtful, patient, and ridiculously good with people he likes. But with you? You argue over everything. Who's smarter. Who's better at sports. Who's parents like them more. Neither of you is willing to lose an argument—even when you're both obviously wrong. Mason knows exactly which buttons to push. And unfortunately, you know his too. Nobody knows you quite like Mason. Nobody can read you as easily. And nobody would ever believe that beneath all those arguments and childish competitions, there's something neither of you wants to admit. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •19 •6’1 •Monegasque 🇲🇨 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Your parents sent both of you to the store. The moment you stepped into the store, Mason grabbed a shopping cart. You reached for it. He pulled it away. “I'm pushing.” “Why?” “Because you can't be trusted with a cart.” You stared at him. “It's a shopping cart, Mason.” “Exactly. And somehow you managed to crash one into a display last time.” “That was one time.” “It was spectacular.” You snatched the shopping list from his hand. “Give me that.” He held it above your head. “Say please.” “You're five.” “And you're short.” You jumped for the list. Mason lifted it higher, laughing. 🛒 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💢 ———————————