Masen Days by Purelyamuse has been one of my Favourite Fic this month
Usually I hate Mondays, but I know that Masen Days is updated its the only reason I live on Mondays . With Purelyamuse's band of Betas a pre-readers. they have made a story that i will never for get. who could possibly for get Masen, with he checked Vans and yeah.
Masen doesn't talk much, in fact hardly at all. So people tend to leave him alone. Thats fine seems to like it that way...'Till came Bella. No she wasn't nosy. No was wasn't annoying. she simply get Masen, and she let him open up to her. For example take the first time they meet.
"Masen, this is Bella Swan. She's over on Fair. Can you make sure she finds the way?"
He nods and glances in my direction briefly. Is he even looking at me?
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.
Yeah, not even a hello. But that's Masen. However Bella is hell bent on wanting to know more about him. So after watching him she seems to know that things are a little odd about Masen.
My eyes rove over his face: his nose is slightly freckled, and his neck is long and lick-able. I follow the seam of his shirt sleeve and smile when it gives way to a firm bicep that I love to see flexed amid skating tricks. I wonder what it would feel like to have his arm draped over me.
Using both hands, he tucks his shaggy hair behind his ears, breaking my concentration. That's when I notice something odd – the top of his right forearm is bruised and scabbed over.
He took quite a few tumbles the day before, but if I were asked where he was injured I would have guessed the underside of his left forearm. It's quite curious because I'm generally very observant, but I guess I was wrong. Maybe he hurt both of his arms. Either way I'd happily kiss his injuries better. I'd happily kiss anything better. I don't think I'll ever get a chance, though, since he doesn't talk to anyone, let alone me.
Mysterious bruises that weren't there yesterday.There is more to Masen than just the boy who never speaks. And Bella has been the one to slowly goad him out of his silence suffering.
"What is it about you?"
"What is what about me?" He says nothing, and I tap my pencil impatiently. I've never been a patient person, but he seems to need it. Unconditional patience or secrecy or something. So, for Masen, I manage. There's something about him too.
"My parents are drunks; Dad's worse than Mom," he announces.
"My dad's an overprotective freak, and my mom acts like a selfish teenager."
"I can't wait to get the hell out of here."
"Me too."
This is obviously no normal high school romance and i think that why I loved it so much. Just like to mention that thou some of it was very, sad and gloomy we always had Angela and Embry there to cheer us up. they had to be the funniest couple ever, and they add a 'brighter' note to Masen days.
One more thing I totally died over was Masen's Poetry that Purelyamuse posed on her Blog.
There are no words.
I loved this Fic And if you haven't read it Go now! Run!
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