Masen Days was a one shot written for the Boys on Boards Anonymous Contest, and it won 3rd Place! Yay me and my team: _ss77_, LuvinJ, Perrymaxed, Mac_214! Now it is a multi-chaptered fic, and it is live!
Masen Days by PurelyamuseA brief excerpt from Masen Days Chapter 1: The Day I Meet Masen
I say, "Hi."
He says nothing in response – just shakes his head to get the sweaty strands out of his eyes – which I think are the color of the sea – but I can't be sure because the hair curves back over his face a second later. My eyes sweep over his features, landing on a leather choker around his neck. It's plain but suits him.
"I'm not in any hurry. Feel free to stay awhile."
He turns and skates away, meeting up with the other guys under the bridge and riding the curves of the concrete.
Masen skates closer after awhile, this time jumping from the top of the stairs, landing back onto his board. I'm so scared for him, but I shouldn't be. He's amazing at this.
"Ready?" he asks. I nod, and he grabs his ratty backpack from a heap on the concrete, swinging it over his shoulder. I don't want him to know I'm ogling the muscles in his arms when he does, so I fuss with my hair, stealing a pencil from someone's bag to twist my hair into a bun. It's too hot with it down anyway. Without a word, he walks away, skateboard in hand. Guess that's my cue – I follow, falling into step beside him.
The silence is deafening and lasts for almost the entire trip home. I stumble due to my discomfort when he says, "Like your Vans."
"Thanks." I look down at my light blue shoes. "I've had them for a few years. They're comfy."
He stops at the end of the sidewalk and kicks up his white and black checkered shoe, saying, "One year. Had to buy new ones 'cause my feet got too big."
"Sounds like a personal problem," I say, then mutter, "but not a bad one to have." I can't believe I just said that.
Desperate to recover I say, "I mean, 'cause you know what they say about men with big feet . . ." I suck at first impressions.
He chuckles quietly and glances my way while running his hand through his hair, pushing it back. His eyes are so bright, and I was right – sea green. He smiles and, wow, it's gorgeous. Come to think of it, he's gorgeous. It's really the first time I've seen him still, and I like still Masen.
I smile in return, and he looks away, almost as though he's ashamed. Was he upset about my crude comment? No, couldn't be. He laughed.
"I'm on Brooks, down this way," he says.
"Okay. See ya in school?"
"Yeah, sure." He looks down at his feet like they're fascinating and hops on his board, leaving me on the corner. I walk myself the rest of the way home.
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