Chapter 1: 3 days till the wedding
Ocean Shores

  "Woah! Rough are we?"

Hunter said nothing to the boy. She slipped off her tank top and leaned down, reconnecting her lips hungrily.

This was his eighth time coming over to her house in a span of three weeks. Mason Siciliano was her new neighbor. He was a clean twenty one year old man who just so happened to be italian.

His hands connect to her hips and he continued to melt into her. There was no romantic connection between them, only sexual. Hunter made that extremely clear to him when they began their activities.

Besides getting drunk, stealing blood bags from the hospital, and attempting to cook dinner for herself, this is what she preferred. Hooking up with her neighbor.

Mason was an attractive man, older too, which made it all the more fun.

Every kiss was heavy with intensity— breathing fast with their heart rate faster. Before they knew it, they were naked. Hands roamed freely and hungrily, moans slipped out loudly, and they loved it. Their skins brushed together smoothly, like silk.

Mason grabbed onto Hunter and flipped them around hastily. Her hands slip off his seemingly perfect face and glided past his collar bone, enjoying the view of his chiseled body.

Before her hand could reach his lower region, he grabbed onto her wrist. "Ah ah ah," He smiled, watching her pout, "At least take me to dinner first."

Hunter rolled her eyes playfully and he released his grip on her hand. "There will be no dinner. You know the deal." Mason's smile never flinched. His hand skimmed over her body, making her shiver involuntarily.

   "Va bene." He muttered in italian, his eyes glued to her fair skin. "Then I have no choice but to please you." His head lowered to her chest and he nipped at the skin, earning heavy breaths from her.

Before he could continue, the doorbell rang. The loud chime echoed around the empty home and both of their eyes roll. Mason reached over to the floor and handed her a robe before he dropped onto the bed beside her. "Hurry back." He told her with a smirk.

Hunter pulled on the silk baby blue robe and tied it tightly after slipping out of the bedroom. No one ever rang her doorbell. Everyone in the neighborhood thought she was away at Forks, and no one would knock on a deadman's door.

Her barefeet padded against the hardwood floors of her cabin home and she reached the door, unlocking it and swinging it open to see a package on the welcome mat. She bent down and read the label. It had her name and address on it, but at the top, it had a name she wasn't expecting to see.
ALICE CULLEN

Without another thought, she picked up the box and slipped back inside, letting the door shut on its own. She sauntered over to the kitchen with a frown. She couldn't think of a reason why Alice would send her something and not call her beforehand. It was a nice surprise but it was bad timing.

Reaching into the kitchen drawer for a cutter, she thought about how she hasn't spoken to anyone from Forks for nearly two months. Apart from Bella, Charlie, and Alice, she cut herself away from the entire town.

They often questioned if she was alright, offering her things in hopes she'd come back. But she was sure of her decision. Things were going well; when she wasn't sober.

After cutting the tape, she ripped open the box. There was a black cloth laying on the inside along with a neat envelope labled, 'You're Invited!' Hunter snatched out the note with a sigh.

Isabella Marie Swan
And
Edward Anthony Masen Cullen

Together with their families, request the honor of your presence at the celebration of their marriage.
Saturday, the thirteenth of August
Two thousand and Eleven
Five o'clock in the evening
420 Woodcroft Ave
Forks, WA

   "What is it?" Mason asked, waltzing into the kitchen in nothing but his boxers. His hair was a neat lump of curls and she nearly tossed everything aside to continue what they started. But she composed herself, staring at the card in her hand with conflicting thoughts.

She promised to go back for the wedding, but it seemed different now that she remembered it. Jacob would be there and she's been dying to get in touch with him again. But there was one person she was absolutely dreading to see, and that was the groom of the wedding. Reading the fancy card and eyeing the simple black dress put a bad pit in her stomach.

Hunter dropped the card onto the table and sighed, "My best friend's getting married." Mason hummed and grabbed the card, reading it to himself. "Bella and Edward's wedding. I love weddings."

Hunter snickered and pulled out the dress. She was glad Alice didn't pick something over the top like she assumed. It was perfect and elegant enough for her. "Are you excited to go?" He asked her, making his way to her fridge.

   "Yeah." She mumbled. Her tone was dull and Mason had a hard time believing her. It was more like she was dreading the wedding more than anything. He pulled out an apple and moved back to the table, "You don't sound excited."

Her hand reached for her neck and she rubbed it anxiously. Mason knew nothing of her life back in Forks and it would stay like that. She wasn't interested in sharing her soap opera of a life.

   "I thought I would be excited. But now, I don't want to go back. You know? I love my new life here. Being back has patched up a lot of my problems."

That's what she has been telling herself since she arrived back in Ocean Shores. She's suppressed Winston's death deep in her mind and she hasn't fully healed. Spending days with Mason and drinking away her nights alone, were all she could muster up the courage to do. She was afraid of letting herself fall back to the sad and angry girl she was before. Going back to Forks, even if she promised to, would ruin her.

It wasn't even only Winston she was afraid of, it was Edward. She left him in the middle of the road, in the dead of night, after he admitted that he couldn't fight the way he felt for her. She left him even with the gut wrenching feeling inside her. It was a conflicting thought that made her want to leave even faster.

"Sounds more like you're running away from those problems." Mason quipped, biting the red juicy apple with glee. Hunter frowned. She was doing exactly that, but she refused to admit that to herself.

In a way, this was her version of coping and adjusting. It was working for her even if it wasn't healthy.

But now she was starting to see herself from a different perspective. This was Bella, her best friend. She promised to go. Not showing up because of her own selfish needs would ruin their friendship. This wasn't about her anymore.

   "I've got a patient coming over in two hours." Mason cleared his throat after swallowing the last bits of the apple.

Mason was a psychiatrist. It was surprising to Hunter, since he was still young, but also impressive.

He stood up and held his hand out for her. His eyes were ridden with lust and kindness, a look that Hunter couldn't resist. "Are we going to finish what we started, bellissimo?"

A smirk spread onto her lips and she accepted his hand with a giggle, the two of them rushing back into her bedroom to continue their sexual escapades. Though in the back of her mind, a fire was sparked to life. All that was needed was a gust of wind for it to work around her body and burn her from the inside out.

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Soft baby blue comforter splattered in drops of red-turned brown. It twirled endlessly in soapy water inside of the washing machine, sloppily yet effectively cleaning up the mess she made. Hunter leaned against the marble counter in her kitchen. Her hand lazily gripped the short glass of bourbon and she took sip after sip.

It was seven in the morning and she was all alone in her childhood home. On the table, the package remained. The black dress laid messily and the invitation card sat atop it, haunting and teasing her. It was all she managed to stare at for the hour. The inevitable sitting before her, waiting for her to decide between a downward spiral or losing her best friend.

Though it was obvious of her choice, by the way her hand shook violently when she went for another sip of the burning liquor. There wasn't another way, she would have to endure the now painful memories of the town, and ignore the unknown twist in her stomach when the vows are spoken.

The washing machine's hum echoed along with the now dying embers of her fireplace, the morning mist sliding down the chimney. This was the fifth night in a row that she hasn't gotten a wink of sleep. When she returned, the nights were always tough. She would lay in her father's old bed and weep into the pillow, wishing that her life wasn't as unfair as it was. She would stay up for days, afraid of the terrors that awaited her if she closed her eyes.

It had to have been a month later when she forced the bad things out of her mind. She succumbed to her human blood and alcohol lust, and now, her sexual lust.

But with the date of the wedding closing in, her high was crashing down fast.

The doorbell rang and she gasped. The usual loud chime frightened her and nearly made her drop her glass. She swallowed the rest of her drink and placed the glass on the counter, a loud clink sound echoing against the walls. She ambled through the kitchen and stumbled into the front hall.

Reaching for the doorknob, she let out a bubbly burb and grimaced in disgust before swinging the door open. Mason stood there, his hands and arms full with his signature smirk. "Buongiorno mia bellezza."

Hunter's eye brow quirked upward at the bags that lazily slid off his shoulders. A brown bag hung off his wrist, his work bag sliding down his arm, and the tray of coffee grasped in his hands.

Mason was always showering her with happiness and she never understood why. She welcomed it however, sensing that he needed a friend in this very new to him neighborhood.

"Hi." She replied, having a gist of what he said to her. She was used to his random slips of italian language in his sentences, it was nice to hear from time to time. Though, right now, it was hard to process anything with the liquor taking affect.

She stepped aside and let him waltz into her home, his feet moving quickly. "I know it's early for you, but I was on my way back from a meeting." Hunter tried her best to walk in a straight line as she followed him into the kitchen. There was a scent of bacon and biscuits, something that made her stomach growl.

"So you decided to stop by?" She asked curiously, trying her best not to sound rude. Mason has deemed himself excellent company for her but sometimes, like today, she was better off alone.

Mason dropped his bags on the floor before turning to her with a sparkle in his eye, "With breakfast of course." He pulled out various breakfast foods from the brown bag and laid them out on the already crowded table. "I was nearly fired today."

Hunter removed Alice's package off the table with a frown and made herself comfortable on the chair. "How?" She asked him, grabbing at the iced tea from the tray. She was never a fan of coffee and she was glad Mason took note of that.

"Yesterday my five o'clock patient was a fourteen year old boy. He was explaining to me how the kid he bullies at school was going to press charges and he didn't understand why. So I told him that the issue was obviously, because he's a bully." Mason explained, hastily grabbing the other chair nearby to join Hunter at the table. "Then he stormed out, highly offended, and told his mother on me. She went to the board and complained, and then I got yelled at."

Hunter hummed understandingly. "How do you feel about that?" Mason just shrugged and bit into his sandwhich, "I knew I wouldn't be fired. I'm just a bit stressed out is all."

Silence befell them and it was comforting. Mason could see the bags forming underneath her eyes, but that didn't bother him. He knew Hunter suffered from extreme measures of insomnia so he didn't ever question it. But looking at her now, was different than yesterday. It was like something flipped in her mind. Ever since the package arrived, she's been off.

Hunter swallowed the bits of a biscuit and reached for her tea, finally noticing Mason's studying eyes. "What?" She asked him, wiping at her face. "Do I have something on me?"

Mason snickered and shook his head, "No, no you're fine. I was just looking." Hunter shuffled in her seat and continued her quest for her tea. Whenever she moved her head or eyes, it felt like she was spinning for a little bit. It was nauseating. "Are you drunk?" He asked her, his eyes growing with amusement.

Her cover was blown and she wasn't ashamed. She held up her pointer finger and thumb close together, telling him that she was only a little tipsy. Mason shook his head, removing the lid off his still hot latte. "It's not good for a pretty girl like you to day drink."

"It's happy hour somewhere." Hunter scoffed and a smile spread onto her lips at his compliment.

That was another thing Mason did often. He showered her with compliments almost everytime they were together. He respected their status, but he wasn't going to ignore how flawless Hunter was to him.

"Yes, then someone is dying from alcohol poisoning somewhere too, I suppose." He informed her, scarfing down another biscuit. Hunter rolled her eyes and got onto her feet. His eyebrows raised questioningly but they quickly fell once he watched a dark look flow into her chocolate eyes. It was a look he had grown used to seeing.

He swallowed his food and frantically wiped his mouth with a napkin. It was then when he had enough time to thoroughly scan her body. The rather big t-shirt that hung loosely on her body was inviting, and her black socks messily reached the middle of her lower leg. Her very smooth and very long legs.

Hunter slid closer to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. He sat back in his seat and, without realizing, reached for her thighs. He pulled her onto his lap and stared up at her greedily.

His mouth opened slightly when her's attached to his neck, the small pecks and bites serving its purpose. She pulled away slowly and brushed her lips against his earlobe, "Do you want to talk about alcohol poisoning? Or do you want to kiss me?"

Mason's hands cascaded up and down her thighs and she leaned back. His eyes met her's again and he could feel himself itching for her touch again. It was always soothing, sensual, and urgent. All he could think about was her, not the fact that he almost lost his job today.

He leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to her collar bone and he peered up at her hungrily, "Ti bacerò dappertutto, la mia musa." He mumbled. His deep italian voice vibrated through her body and left her breathless. In one swift move, he stood up and carried her over to the counter, knocking everything off of it in the process.

Her hands find his face and she softly gripped it, "What does that mean?" He gently pulled her hands off his face and he pinned them to either side of her, keeping her from moving them. He kissed the corner of her lips and trailed down the side of her neck. "It means, that I am going to kiss you everywhere. Until I feel like stopping."

Hunter's eyes fluttered shut. Everything that was bothering her before, slowly but surely left her mind. For in that moment, all she could think about was letting Mason do as he pleased.

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Timothée Chalamet as Mason Siciliano

This chapter was just to show how Hunter's life went through the time she wasn't in Forks. Next chapter will be another chapter of Hunter and Mason but less sexual.
I'll be getting back to the Twilight storyline on chapter 3. Also, just to clarify, Hunter and Mason do NOT have any romantic feelings for each other so save your breath and don't ship them. He won't be a main character.