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Kai And Mason
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2026-05-07 20:13:13
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Edges Of Us The Weekend Shift
[Lila pov]Saturday afternoon and I'm sitting on my bed in sweats and an old hoodie, scrolling through Instagram like it's my job. Some girl I follow is posting TikTok-style dance trends—these new moves that are supposedly "easy" but are absolutely not easy, and I'm stuck between wanting to learn them for cheering and knowing my shoulders are gonna hate me if I do.I've been lying here for like three hours, which is sad, but the festival prep has me exhausted. Practice until I can't feel my arms, then come home and collapse. Rinse and repeat. It's Saturday and I literally have zero energy to do anything except doom-scroll and pretend I'm being productive.My phone buzzes.Kai: yoKai: watchu doingI smile at my screen despite myself. He texts like a psychopath.Lila: dying slowly on my bedKai: dramaticLila: factualKai: come overI stare at the message for a second. It's random, but also... it's Kai. Random is kind of his brand. And honestly, being alone with my own brain ri
Edges Of Us All about sport festival
[Ezra pov]Lunch has become this weird sacred thing for the four of us. Like, we have our own table in the corner of the cafeteria, and it's just understood that this is our spot. No explanation needed. Our school calendar just shifted everything into overdrive for the spring sports festival, which basically means we're all about to disappear into our respective athletic worlds, but for now—right now at lunch—we're still together.I'm starving. Not exaggerating-starving, actually starving, and I drop my tray on the table like it's the last act of a dying man."I'm gonna die," I announce. "Actually die. I have practice until like seven tonight and I haven't even eaten breakfast.""You just ate breakfast," Mason says, already stealing my fries like he has some kind of standing invitation."That was a lie I told myself to feel better about my life choices."Kai doesn't even look up from his phone. "Your only life choice right now is whether you want your funeral catered or not
Edges Of Us Maybe This Could Work
[Lila pov] I'm shoving books into my locker on Monday morning when Kai appears like he materialized out of thin air or something. He's got that post-weekend look—hoodie, messy hair, the kind of casual energy that makes it look like he just woke up five minutes ago and decided clothes were optional. "You got plans for lunch?" he asks. I turn around, holding a stack of textbooks against my chest. "Plans? Kai, it's Monday. My plans are to survive until Friday." "So that's a no?" "That's a 'why are you asking me this right now.'" He scratches the back of his neck, which is apparently his nervous tic, and I watch it like it's one of the interesting thing I've seen all week. Which, honestly, might be. "Cool. Eat with me," he says. I blink at him. "That's... random." "Yeah. I'm trying something." "Trying what?" "Giving you an actual chance instead of acting like an idiot." I laugh before I can stop myself. "Wow. That almost sounded romantic." Kai grins, and it's the kind of gri
Edges Of Us Choosing Us
The first thing I notice when I woke up was the silence.No alarm. No practice notification. No stupid group chat blowing up with plays and stats. Just my room, pale morning light coming through the gaps in my blinds, and the kind of quiet that only happens when the world decides to leave me alone for once.I checked my phone and it was 7:47 AM. Then a text lights up the screen.Mason: get ready. I'm stealing u for the dayMason: wear something u can actually move inI grin at my phone. Just thirty minutes ago, I had been bracing for the weekend to be weird. Tense. The kind of thing where Mason would act fine in public but tight as a drum the whole time, stuck in his own head about his dad, and about everything.But this….this feels different like Mason is actually trying.I roll out of bed and get in the shower, already running through my closet in my head. Not too fancy. Not trying too hard. But also not looking like I just rolled out of bed at seven in the morning, which, technical
Edges Of Us The Son He Thought He Knew
**Mason POV**The drive home felt longer than it should have. My dad’s message kept sitting on my phone screen like something waiting for me.Just four words that somehow felt heavier than any lecture he had ever given me. I knew what this was about.At least, I thought I did. He had seen me slipping during practice. The way my attention kept drifting even when I tried to force myself to focus.He was going to talk about scouts, my future and probably everything I had spent my whole life working toward.I could handle that because yea. I have handled it my entire life. I knew how to sit there, nod my head, and promise I would do better.That was easy. What wasn’t easy was the fact that lately, every time I looked at Ezra, every time he smiled at me or reached for my hand when nobody was watching, I felt like I was finally living a life that actually belonged to me. And that really scared me than losing hockey ever did.When I pulled into the driveway, the house was quiet. Usually
Edges Of Us The Weight Of Expectations
Mason POVI always gets to the rink before everyone else. The quiet was the only time this place actually felt like mine. No teammates shouting. No coach correcting every move. No scouts watching from the stands. Just me, the ice, and the sound of my blades cutting through the surface.Usually, that was enough to clear my head but not today. Because all I could think about was Ezra. I hated how easy it had become to think about him.The way he smiled when he was trying not to. The way he got annoyed when Kai teased him but still laughed anyway. The way he looked at me like I wasn’t just some hockey player trying to be perfect all the time. Like I was actually a person. Hockey had always been simple.You worked harder than everyone else. You trained longer. You won. That was the formula.My dad made sure I knew that. I still remembered being ten years old, standing on the ice after practice while everyone else had already gone home. My legs were shaking. My hands were numb. I had tears
Edges Of Us One And Only
Things with Mason got weird after the rink. Not like bad, weird. But honestly that probably would've been easier to deal with. This was worse because now every interaction between us carried this heavy undercurrent neither of us knew how to handle anymore. And the annoying part was that everybody
Edges Of Us Back To School
By the time I came back to school on Monday, everybody already knew. Not the full story obviously, but enough. People stared a little too long when I walked through the hallway. Conversations lowered when I passed. Even some teachers gave me those careful sympathetic looks that somehow made everyth
Edges Of Us Confused Feelings
We still showed up at 5 AM like clockwork, still barely spoke outside of practice, still acted like we only tolerated each other because Coach forced us to. But somewhere between the early mornings, bruised wrists, and silent rides home, something had shifted underneath all the tension and I couldn’
Edges Of Us My Holy Ground
The next morning, I got to the rink early mostly because I couldn’t sleep, which was stupid. I blamed it on training exhaustion, even though I knew that wasn’t really the problem. The problem was Mason. More specifically: the way he had looked at me yesterday after Lila left. The way his voice ha
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