"Mason, come down here!" my Mom yelled from upstairs.
I ran down as fast as I could, hearing the importance in her voice.
"Yea, Mom?" I asked, entering the kitchen.
"Mason, Briana called this morning," she said.
I could feel the anger in her voice.
Ever since I started dating Briana, my Mom's hated her. For the most part it's because Briana's been labeled "bad news". Whenever I'm with Briana all we do is watch movies, so I don't see what's so "bad" about her.
"Thanks, Mom," I said, giving her a slight smile.
"Yea, whatever..." she trailed off.
I picked up the phone and went to my room to call Briana.
"Hey, Bri," I said, grinning.
"Hey, Mason." I could hear the excitement in her voice.
"So, did you call this morning?"
"Yea, I did. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today?"
"For sure, but at your house? My Mom's "uh," I paused, trying to think of a quick excuse, "she's not feeling well."
"Yea, Mas, of course. Want to just grab a couple movies on the way over or what?"
"Sure. I'll be over in an hour, okay?"
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