Mason POV

I scroll down my computer for possible movies we could see. I can for sure cross out that new Pixar movie. What the hell kind of movie is about feeling, who have feelings.

I've been at this for like 20 minutes and my date is in 2 hours. Maybe we'll just go play mini golf or something. Go bowling. I don't know I'm really stressing out. This is too complicated. It's not fair that guys have to pick the date place, get the girl, pay for whatever were doing, and then drive the girl back to her house. Like who came up with that. But I'm not going to make my mate pay for anything. She deserves the best anyone can get. I can't take her to the beach course that's like 1 hour away. Maybe one day I'll bring her to the beach and we can have a weekend alone. Maybe I'll just ask her what she wants to do out of all the choices I picked. Maybe she doesn't like movies. That would have saved a lot of frustration.

"Hey honey." My mom says with a laundry basket in her hands.

"Hey mom." I say with a little bit of frustration in my voice.

"Is something wrong." She stops and puts he basket down and walks back to me.

"No it's just... I'm trying to figure out this date I'm going on with this girl." I tell her and slump down in my chair.

"I thought you wanted to save your first date for you mate?" She she crosses her arms over her chest with a confused face.

"I did." I tell her looking at her with my head tilted back a little.

"Oh my god! Did you find your mate?" She does that weird girl thing where she brings her hands up to her face and covers part of her nose and her mouth.

"Yes?" I say. Oh gosh I know what's coming next.

"What's her name? What's she like? What pack is she in? Is her dad and Alpha? What's her hair color?" She ask spinning my swivel chair around.

"Her name is Malia. She's amazing, really nice. Uh she's not in a pack. No her dad isn't an alpha, I think he's a firefighter, Her hair color is brown." I answer her.

"Wait she's not in a pack? Is she a rouge?" By now her eyes are wide.

"No. No she's not." I breath out." I stand up.

"Well what is she?" My mom asks and I begin to slowly push her out of my room.

"I really have to get ready for my date so why don't your do your laundry." By now she's in the hallway. as I start to close the door she starts to stutter.

"Oh my god! Is she a human?" I close the door with her standing. I k ow it's rude but I can't talk right now. I have to get ready.

I go into my bathroom and start the shower. I head into my closet. I pick out a navy blue t-shirt and just a random pair of shorts.

I grab a towel and walk back into my bathroom. I strip out of my clothes and step into the warm shower. I wash my hair and body. I stand in the nice embrace of the warm water that bounces off my natural tan skin. I step out and wrap my towel around my waist after drying my self completely

I walk back into my bedroom and pull clothe myself fully. I pick out a pair of socks that go until a few inches under my knees. I pull on my sneakers or tennis shoes. I grab my phone, wallet, and keys and put them in my pockets.

I look at the time.6:45. Right on time. I grab my jacket and head to the garage. Lets do this.

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Malia POV

As soon as I got into the house I was already planning on what to do. I decided I would take a shower. Put on my red plaid button down with my ripped jeans and light brown combat boots I would curl my hair and put on minimum makeup.

As I began to journey up the stairs my mom stops me.

"Malia, what's the rush? How was school?" She asks smiling at me her hands on her hip.

"Uh... I have a date, and school was good." I try to go further up the stairs but she stops me again.

"You have a date? With who?" She folds her hands across her chest.

"His name is Mason and he's really nice okay? Can I go get ready now!" I whine and she smiles and says go. I hurry up the stairs.and go into my room.

Boxes are everywhere. My bed is just a mattress in the floor but my closet has all my clothes. I was so happy to get a walk in closet. And it's double doors. So it's like huge. Way higher then the little ity bity closet I had in New York.

I pull out the cloths and lay them on my bed, well mattress. I grab my fluffy blue towel and head into the bathroom across the hall that is basically all mine. I mean my parents have their own bathroom in their bedroom.

I lock the door behind me and turn on the water. I set my towel down and strip of my clothing. I step into the shower. I wash my body with sweet smelling soaps. I stand for a while because I have like 3-4 hours to spare. I finally get out once my fingers are pretty pruned.

I dry my self off and wrap the towel tightly around my body. I walk back across the hall to my room and lock the door behind me. I put on my under garments first. I throw a gray skinny strap under shirt on before putting on the plaid one. I pull my skinny jeans on. I pull a pear of socks with little penguins on them over my feet. I shuffle to my desk and grab my makeup bag and walk back to the bathroom. I pull my curling iron out and plug it in to head it up. I start on my make up.

I skip all the concealer and foundation because I don't have any freckles or zits that I should cover up so eh I put on a light pink blush to add some color to my skin. To bad I'm not as tan as Mason. How the heck is he that tan it's not like he sits by the pool all day or something. I put on a naked eye shadow and then start with my eye liner. I only do the top lid and then move onto the mascara. I put on a extremely light pink lip stick on and I'm done. I look o we my face making sure I didn't make any mess ups which I didn't.

I start to curl my hair into little ringlets. Man I should get highlights or something. My silky brown hair is already wavy it it's like just boring.

Once I'm done I look at the clock and see that Mason should be here in like an hour so I decide to wait.

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Mason POV (a/n sorry I'm switching so much I just yeah.)

I pull up to the curb in front of her house and turn the car off and walk up to her front door. I ring the doorbell and stand for a few minutes. I hear footsteps and then the door squeaks open.

"Hello, how may I help you?" A woman in her mid 40's says.

"I'm here to take Malia out for the night." I smile at her and she smiles back.

"Why don't you come in." She takes a step backwards so I can step in,"Im going to go get Malia she's in her room." She says and disappears up the stair case.

I hear her knock on the door. She tells Malia that I'm at the front door and Malia says okay. I hear a door close. I look at the staircase expecting her to come down the stairs any minute.

She walks down. My eyes almost fall out of my head. She's so gorgeous. She may just be wearing ripped jeans and a plaid shirt but damn it's... just... wow.

"Hello Mason." She smiles and walks to a few feet away from where I stand.

"Hello Malia." I smile and nod my head. Her mom walks down the stairs and walks next to Malia.

"Why don't you kids get going. But Mason, if you ever hurt my daughter I will skin you like a bear." She says serious. But I'm not scared. I would never hurt her. I would never dream of it.

"I promise you I wouldn't ever think of hurting her. But, you have a good night." I smile and reach out my arm and Malia wraps her arm round mine. We turn around and head to my car.

I open the door for her and she's smiles and thanks me. I walk around to my seat and get in.

"Okay before we go I'm going to ask you one thing." I tell her and out the key in the ignition.

"Okay, shoot." She smiles and runs her hands down her jeans.

"Do you want to go either to the movies, go bowling, or we could go to a mini golf place?" I ask her listing off the places.

"Let's go... mini golfing." She says staging out go.

"Okay." I smile and pull away from her house and down the street to the mini golf place.

I pull into the parking lot and before I can get out and open Malia's door she's already one step ahead of me. Once I get to her side of the car we start walking to the stand with the golf balls and clubs.

"I can't believe you did that." I chuckle and put my hands in my pockets.

"What?" She smiles.

"I can't believe you didn't let me open the door for you." I say smiling and I jokingly shake my head.

"Well you don't have to open the door for me. I'm a big girl I can do it myself." She says and while she's walking she numbs my side.

"I was just trying to be a gentleman but what ever." I shrug smiling and we finally make it to the stand.

"Hi can I get to Clubs please." I say and put a ten on the table. The guy takes the money and out it in the cash register and hands me $2 back. He goes in the back and grand 2 adult clubs and sets them on the counter.

"You can pick any color ball you want." The guy says monotoned.

"I'm gonna pick blue and theirs nothing you can do about it." Malia says and grabs a baby blue ball out of the bucket.

"Well aren't we special." I say and smile and grab a dark green ball.

I pick up a score card and pencil.

"Do should we play 20 holes or 10 holes?" I ask looking at the two direction options. On the left is 10 holes with a safari theme. On the right is 20 holes with a jungle theme. The difference must be like one has a tiger and one has a lion or something.

"Do we have to go somewhere after?" She asks leaning on her club.

"Well just to get dinner but we don't have any dinner reservations so we can go wherever. Maybe we'll get ice cream if I have enough." I answer and fill out the player card.

"Can we not use the player card." She asks wincing. I look at the card and rip it into pieces.

"What player card?" I say smiling and throw the paper in a trash can near by.

"Okay so how about we do 20 holes." She says. I nod my head and tell her okay.

"So how do you want to do this. Go until the person gets it in the hole or just transition." I ask her.

"Let's transition. Oh and by the way, I'm going first." Say says smirking and places or ball on the green.

She steadies herself and takes her swing. The ball bounces on the bricks going from side to side before stopping a few inches from the hole.

"Aw so close." She complains. and I rub her shoulders from the side.

"Just watch how the master does it." I whisper in her ear and place the ball on the green.

I take my swing and the ball goes straight going over I small hill in the center. I makes it to the hole and goes around before falling in. I turn to her leaning on my club with a smug smile.

She claps,"I applaud you." She smiles and laughs.

She walks over to her ball and hits it. it goes straight and misses the hole.

"What the heck!" She says.

"Here let me help you." I walk over to her.

"Adjust your stance so your feet are shoulders length apart. Relax your shoulders." I tell her and she does exactly what I say. I stand behind her and wrap my hands around her hers and guide her hands and arms into the right form. The ball rolls and falls into the hole with a bounce but stays in.

"Yay!" She says happy that the ball didn't miss the hole.

"You did it." I tell her smiling.

"Yeah but you helped me." She says smiling showing her teeth.

"I only told you how to stand and guided your arms. You still did a lot of the work." I tell her smiling.

"I still did it with your help." She says and pokes in between my ribs.

"Hey don't do that it hurts." I laugh and poke her back.

"Okay, okay, stop." she says laughing after I did it over and over again.

"Fine, but it will be hard." I huff smiling.

"As long as you don't poke me I'll be fine." She smiles and we move into the next hole.

"Okay sweetheart what ever you say." I smile and she hits her ball the way she did last time but this time in goes straight in the hole.

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