Fear Can Break ↠ Liam Dunbar [Book 2]

✧Night Of The Living Dead✧

Chapter 13 ✧Night Of The Living Dead✧

Mason seemed to be genuinely intrigued by my room. It wasn't anything fancy in any way, shape, or form, but Mason, after he'd helped me pick out something to wear tonight, had taken it upon himself to explore every inch of my fairly barren room. 

"You know, I don't think you invite me over nearly enough. I mean, is this really your brother?" Mason picked up a framed photo I had on my dresser of me and Isaac. It was a more recent photo seeing as it had been taken during my time in France this summer, when the two of us had been in front of the Eiffel tower.  Mason looked down at it and smiled. "I had no idea this is what the famous Isaac Lahey looked like. Do you by any chance have more pictures of him?" 

"Mason," I groaned, shivering at the thought of my best friend finding my brother hot. I quickly snatched the picture away from him before he could start drooling on my last living relative. 

"I'm kidding," Mason assured me as he turned to pick something else up. "Kind of." 

I had figured I wouldn't have to watch over Mason like a hawk, so I started putting away the clothes we'd gotten out but decided against. Apparently, I should've been more careful with my best friend. When I turned back to look at him, in his hands was the sketchbook I was keeping under my pillow. The pillow must've shifted, and, with Mason being the curious sweetheart he was, he must've picked it up. Luckily, Mason hadn't gotten around to opening it yet. 

"Hey, this is the sketchbook I got you for your birthday." Mason turned the book in his hands. He beamed down at it while I stood on the other side of the room, feeling like my heart had stopped completely. 

Slowly, I stepped towards him. Worry started to creep up my spine until it could breathe down my neck, making my hair stand on end. "Yeah, uh, can you give it back to me?" 

"Why?" Mason looked up at me, a half-frown tugging on his lips now. "I don't think you've shown me any of your drawings in a while." 

"I-I'm trying out a new technique," I explained hurriedly, hoping my rushed excuse was going to make sense. "I'm not sure if I like it, though. It's a work in progress, you know? But once I get it down, you-you'll be the first to know, okay?" 

Mason shrugged, handing back over the book. My heart didn't start beating again until it was in securely in my hands. I thought about all the obscure pictures I'd found in it, some random and creepy drawings I hadn't added into the pages. What would Mason have thought if he'd seen them? 

"Well, you look great to me, so I'm sure to a straight guy like Liam you'll look like a total knock out." Mason smirked. After the close call I'd just had, I couldn't quite muster up a smile yet. Mason didn't seem to notice, as he kept talking, his voice becoming quicker as he seemingly got more excited. "So, what do you say we get going? I told Liam we we're going to meet him there, and I really, really, don't want to be late." 

This time, I managed to smile. Mason began heading out of my room, and I quickly shoved my sketchbook into the drawer of my bedside table before following after him.