Will You Hear My Heart?

Like music, I can sad and beautiful. Like rain, my love comes slowly, then all at once. But if my heart beats loudly and you don't hear it, then does it exist? coypright (C)


8. Remember

"You are such an imbicile!" yelled Dawn. She dropped onto the sofa leaving L.Joe standing alone in the centre of the living room. Mason got up from his seat and headed to the stereo to turn off the music. Thirty minutes had been enough for him to give up teaching them how to dance and had let them take care if it. She was not the problem, he was. Mason felt sorry watching Dawn getting stepped on by L.Joe.

"That's enough for today. I'll come again next week and hopefully you'll get better," Mason said putting the CD into the case.

"If you were a better teacher, it wouldn't take this long," whispered L.Joe to himself. He wiped his sweat on his sleeve and took the seat next to her.

"If you just listened to me, we would have finished by now!" Mason yelled. Anger filled his eyes. Dawn flinched. She had never seen him like this.

"And look at what listening to you has done to me," replied L.Joe. Unconsciously, his left hand covered his right one, memories of the pain from it caused him to flinch. He looked at Mason, hate and sadness written on his face. It took all of Mason's will power to not look at L.Joe. He looked at his watch, got up and reached for his backpack. "I'm leaving first. We've been doing this for hours and I still haven't even started on my homework." He headed to the door and closed it behind him. Watching him head out, Dawn noticed his umbrella by the door. She grabbed the umbrella and ran after him.

"L.Joe! You forgot your umbrella!" she yelled. He stopped in his path and spoke to her without turning around.

"You know I did that on purpose?" he said glad his back hid the little smile on his face.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I'll come over tomorrow and pick it up before school starts."

"But tomorrow is Saturday!" Dawn yelled.

"Then I'll come over on Saturday." he replied. 

She remembered the conversation between him and Mason. "What were the two of you talking about earlier? Is there some kind of personal issue between you guys?"

"That's our little secret," he said and started walking again. She felt anger mixed with anticipation. Returning back inside her home, she plopped down opposite Mason. The last time they had been together in the other's house had been such a long time ago. She remembered hiding in the basement so that he wouldn't find her in a game of hide and seek. Putting food on their spoon and launching it up onto the ceiling to see who's would last longer. Could things go back to how they really were?

"Hey, can I stay here for a while?" said Mason in a hushed tone. His eyes searched her face for something. An answer to some unknown question that even he didn't know about. He needed to stay here, where she had grown up in, to reveal something to him.

"Actually, I was going to invite Hoya over," she replied. Dawn got her phone out and texted Hoya to come over. The sound of the clock broke the silence between the two. No one wanted to talk scared that they would disturb the other from their thoughts. Finally, knocking from the door came. Dawn got up from her seat and headed towards the door.

"What is such an emergency that I just had to come over?" said Hoya once she opened the door. She closed the door and the two of them were outside.

"Look. Mason is inside right now. Long story short, he's L.Joe and my new dance teacher for the wedding. Don't laugh. Now he said he wanted to stay over for a while. That's why I called you over." Dawn paused and looked at Hoya for answers. "What am I supposed to do?"

"First things first, we must go inside. He'll probably think something is going on and it's not good to leave him all by himself inside there. He is my best friend too you know," said Hoya.

"fine. But you're doing all the talking." Dawn opened the door again and headed towards the living room. She could hear Hoya laughing behind her.  "Please enlighten me with what you think is so funny."

"Look, he's going to be at your place for a few days, right? This is the perfect opportunity to try and be friends with him again!" Filled with excitement, he couldn't help but feel like something big would happen.

"Hahaha, don't get your hopes up," she said once they found themselves in the living room.


"You're telling me you didn't see them?" Mason asked Hoya.

"What, the dementors? Hell yeah I did!" replied Hoya. They hi-fived each other as Dawn reached over the coffee table and grabbed another handful of potato chip.

"Can someone please tell me what you're talking about?" she asked. She hated feeling like she wasn't part of the conversation.

"Did you see the fog last night?" asked Mason facing her. She nodded her head still confused. "Okay, that a start. Now, did you read the Harry Potter series? Please tell me you've read them?"

"Yeah, some of it, like the first book," she replied. The two boys looked at each other, a sadness written on their faces. "Okay, tell me what's wrong now."

"The problem is that you haven't read them." Hoya shook his head in disappointment. "Now, she truly won't be as cool as us," he whispered to Mason.

"Please tell me what is so wrong with not reading that book."

"That book? For your information, that book  is the best story written in the history of man kind!" said Mason.

"It's true. whoever thinks Twilight is better than Harry Potter, well then they are just plain wrong." added Hoya. Dawn raised her hands up in defeat. She looked at her watch. It was almost nine o'clock. "I wonder if L.Joe got home safely?" Mason's body tensed up.

"Hey, can I get a drink?" asked Mason. Dawn showed him to the kitchen and then headed back to the living room. The atmosphere in the room had gotten a lot brighter thanks to Hoya.

"So, do you think the two of you can get a bit closer now?" Hoya asked when she sat beside him. Tired, Dawn laid down resting her head in his lap.

"I don't know. Can you be there whenever Mason and I are together? Yeah, we can talk to each other, but it's so much easier when someone else is there," Dawn said twidling her thumbs together.

"I can't always be there for you, you know that, right?" he responded.

"You're my best friend. Aren't you supposed to be there for me?"

"Yeah, but there are some things you need to learn how to do by yourself," he said. His thoughts, though, went against his words. If Dawn wouldn't do anything for their relationship to get better, he was ready to take things in his own hands.


Mason left the fridge door open. Look at what listening to you has done to me. He wished he hadn't heard those words. He closed the door and headed into the living room.

"Dawn, I have to leave now," he said grabbing his backpack and putting his jacket on. A pained expression taking over his smile.

"Um, okay," said Dawn, confused. Hoya looked at his friend and read his hurt.

"Dawn, I'm going to go home now too. It's getting pretty late now," Hoya said grabbing his jacket.

"I'll see the two of you at school?" asked Dawn standing by the door. Her eyes were fixed on Mason, waiting for his answer. After a few seconds, a silent "yes" escaped his lips and he gave her a small smile. The two boys left and Dawn found herself alone once again.


"Mason, stop drinking so much," Hoya desperately asked, his hand on the other boys arm trying to put down the drink. Three bottles were surrounding them on the floor in the living room. The light from the kitchen in Hoya's appartment was all the light there was. "Just because you're of age now doesn't mean you get to abuse that right."

"Yes. Because when you're eighteen you finally get to do whatever you want." Mason slurred. He took a deep breath and continued. "Hoya, I can't stand it. Why is L.Joe here?" he said. He wanted to scream out the words, make it seem that he was stronger than he was now. Maybe screaming would give him more confidence.

"What are you talking about? Do you not like him?" Hoya asked.

"Like him?" he responded with a smile. "No. I do not like him. I liked him. but he left me." Mason lifted the beer bottle closer to his mouth. Once nothing was left, he continued to shake the bottle as if that would refill it. "No, he didn't leave me. I left him before he could do it to me."

"Look, I don't know what you are talking about but you need to explain this to me if you want help," Hoya said clamly. "First, you need to put down the drink. You've had enough of it." He grabbed the empty bottles and threw it in the garbage.

"Have you ever had a friend you thought could be your brother? Your other half? That friend would do anything for you. Until one day, you find out that they want to leave for something better than what you two already had. You'd do anything to keep them with you, right?" Mason's eyes searched Hoya's as if they contained the answers to everything. "Anything so that you'd still be together. Then, when you think you're doing the right thing, it only pushes them further and further away from you until they think, 'I hate this guy. He's the worst thing that ever happened to me. I never want to see him ever again.' "

"I don't know exactly what this is about but it can't be as bad as you're making out to be. I think the drink's gotten to your head."

"No!" Mason yelled. "You don't know what Joseph-" he cut himself off, a look of panic and fear written all over him.

"Joseph? L.Joe?" Hoya's head hurt from all the information his friend had just unloaded. "Ever since he first came, you hadn't spoken a word to him," He spoke slowly, carefully chosing his words. "When he came inside the restaurant to get Dawn's purse, the both of you glared at each other. When she said his name, you flinched."

"Ah, you saw that," Mason slurred. He moved his head back and rested it on the sofa behind him.

"You need to get yourself together. I know how you feel about Dawn. I'm not blind. You need to start getting close to her before L.Joe does. Don't forget I'm also Dawn's best friend. I know more about you than her. And I know for a fact that, even though L.Joe might not know it, he might start taking a liking in her," said Hoya.

Mason suddenly got up from the floor, grabbed his sweater and bag, and headed to the door.

"Hey! Where are you going?" yelled Hoya following him.

"Home," he replied. With a smile he said," Don't worry. I live on the other side of the street, remember? I'm a big boy now." He slowly walked out the door and towards his house.


Once he arrived at his home, he wasn't surprised to find himself alone. On the diner table was a note from his mother saying that she would stay late at the studio finishing off some documents. He headed straight to his bedroom and laid down in the comfort of his bed. He looked at the ceiling, his head hurting like a thousand boulders fell on it. He was already becoming sober. He turned to the left side a saw the picture of an eleven-year old Mason and Dawn by his desk. He had cut it out from their yearbook, finding it as the only picture of the two of them together. He turned to the other side of the bed and saw a baseball bat and glove standing on his book shelf. He wanted to smash it with all his might. Instead, he pulled out his phone and typed in the numbers he hadn't called in a long time. It had taken a few seconds to finally get a response.

"Hello?" said the voice on the other line.

"Dawn? It's Mason," he slurred.

"Mason? Are you okay?" she asked concern ringing in her voice.

"As long as you're okay, I'm okay. Remember the promise the promise you made to me? You have to keep it. You didn't forget it, did you? It's okay. Instead, just remember that I've always been there for you and will always be there." He continued to slur, not caring weither he was drunk or not. This was his only excuse to say this to her.

"Mason, do you really think I'd ever forget something like that?" Dawn said softly. But he couldn't hear it. He was already asleep, the picture of the two of them in one arm, the other holding the phone in the other. She hung up the phone and let his ring throughout the night.




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