Euphoria (Book Boyfriend Series 3)

by Erin Noelle

  Eight

  I Got You—Jack Johnson

  Secret—Maroon Five

  Ash

  Life was good. I couldn’t have been happier. I was beginning the last semester of classes for my master’s degree at St. Thomas, my family was more stable than it had ever been despite my parents’ pending divorce, and Scarlett’s and my relationship couldn’t have been going any better. It was almost eerily good; if I hadn’t been such an optimist, I would’ve thought I was being set up for major devastation.

  I promised myself to take things relatively slow with Scarlett, even though in my heart I was ready to ask her to marry me at any time. I knew exactly what I wanted, and there was no doubt in my mind she was it. However, I knew she was still very young and inexperienced in relationships, so it was important she felt comfortable and in control at all times. I wanted more than anything to move in with her, to spend most of our free time together, but I also recognized the importance of her learning she was capable of living on her own, both physically and emotionally. Her parents had not allowed her to be independent at any point in her life, and even when she first came to college, she was extremely dependent on Evie. Of course, this was why when Evie died tragically and unexpectedly, Scarlett didn’t know how to cope and she ran away. It was important to me she learned, so if ever anything happened to me or anyone else in her life she cared about, she would be okay on her own.

  Once classes had gotten back in session in mid-January, Scarlett and I developed a routine that seemed to work perfect for both of us. Because we both had classes and work Monday through Thursday, we typically stayed at our own houses those nights. We tried studying together at the same house, and that always ended up with our books closed and our bodies naked. Unfortunately, neither of us were taking Anatomy and Physiology or Human Sexuality, so we couldn’t very well pass it off for research. We would text and talk on the phone throughout the day, but it still gave us time to be our own people. However, when Fridays would roll around, she was mine for the weekend. I drank in every minute I spent with her during those three days, and I made sure she knew exactly how special she was to me and how important she was in my life.

  We never discussed Mason again after I brought her home from Miami. I had no idea where he was or what was going on with him, and as far as I knew, neither did Scarlett. I could only hope I never had to hear his name or see his face again in my life, but I doubted I would be so lucky. I knew Scarlett had feelings for him, possibly even loved him, but as long as I kept her away from him and his toxicity, I had faith our connection and love would trump any of that. Most importantly, I just needed to keep him out of her life.

  Smiling as I sealed the envelopes on the completed transfer applications for the same universities on the west coast I applied to for my doctorate, I reassured myself I was doing the right thing for Scarlett. She really needed a fresh start, away from everything and everyone.

  Scarlett

  I continued to see Mason regularly at the rehab facility after my initial visit. The second time was Thursday, just two days later, and I was introduced to Heather at that time. When I first met her, I was intimidated to be quite honest. She was absolutely gorgeous with long, curly black hair, the most exquisite green eyes, and a figure to die for. She carried herself with a confidence I’d never had, and I could see the way Mason looked at her in admiration.

  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a teensy bit jealous of her initially and was probably a bit standoffish, but once I started talking to her and got to know her personality, that envy quickly turned into respect and reverence. She was warm and personable, and it was obvious she took her job very serious. She invited me to join Mason’s therapy session the following Tuesday, which I eagerly agreed to do. I was not only curious about how such sessions were structured and what they were like in general, but I was overjoyed to be a part of Mase’s recovery and healing process. I still felt a huge amount of guilt and responsibility for his downward spiral and ultimately what had happened to him on Christmas.

  I was nervous the day I arrived for the counseling, again just unsure of what to expect. Surprisingly, Heather’s office was set up very similar to the activities room, just on a smaller scale. There was a comfortable couch and an oversized chair set up opposite her desk and credenza. The walls were painted a rich yellow, almost a golden color, and there were numerous plants and abstract pieces of art scattered about the area. Overall, it was very inviting and uplifting and I could see how her patients would feel comfortable in there.

  A few minutes after I was shown in, Mason walked through the door wearing his now signature jeans and white T-shirt. As soon as he saw me sitting there waiting, a huge smile stretched across his face and his eyes lit up. I jumped up and went to hug him, relieved he seemed happy I was there. We both settled on the couch and I was telling him about my classes that semester when Heather walked in. After greeting us and getting herself settled in her chair, she addressed us both.

  “Mason and Scarlett, this is going to be a little different than my normal therapy sessions here at this facility, but I think it’s vital in both of you moving on with your lives and ensuring those lives are prosperous and productive,” she stated in a calm but serious tone. “Mason, as you know and as we have discussed at length, you have an extremely addictive personality. When most people hear the word ‘addiction,’ they associate it with something negative; however, there is a fine line between addiction and commitment. Where you should never let any one thing or even a couple things dictate your life, being devoted or dedicated to something is a fabulous quality to possess. For example, being devoted to your significant other or your family, or being dedicated to working out or eating good foods, these things can lead to an overall healthy mental and physical well-being.”

  After a brief pause, she turned her attention to me. “Scarlett, I don’t know much about your background other than the brief amount Mason has told me. I know you grew up in a different environment than most children, and I also know you’ve dealt with losing someone who was very close to you not too long ago. I suspect in addition to those things you feel a great deal of responsibility for what happened to Mason on Christmas and the events leading up to that night. Am I right?” I nodded in agreement but did not say anything. She continued, “Scarlett, everything that happened to Mason is Mason’s fault… his responsibility. He is an adult and has to be accountable for his decisions and actions. You can no longer carry around that guilt; you’ve got to let it go. Mason, tell her what you want her to know.”

  Mason turned to face me and reached for my hands, gently placing them in his before he began talking. “Angel, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry I didn’t handle things right in our relationship. From the very beginning, I always saw you as someone who was too good for me, someone I didn’t deserve, and because of that, I held back from you. It was like I was just waiting for it to fall apart, so I kept things from you. I should’ve told you about Bentley from the beginning. I should’ve asked you to come to Austin with me when I first moved there like I wanted to. And I should’ve made more of an effort to connect with you on a personal level rather than just a physical one. When Heather asked me to tell her about you, I realized I actually knew so little. I couldn’t even tell her what your favorite color is or if you had any brothers or sisters.” He scoffed. “But I know you wax instead of shave and which panties are your favorites.”

  I’m pretty sure my face turned fives shades of red before hitting deep crimson with that statement. I couldn’t even look at Heather to see her reaction. I was even more mortified it probably wasn’t the first time she heard him say that.

  He lightly brushed his thumb back and forth over the top of my hand. “I didn’t say that to embarrass you. My point is that our relationship was primarily physical… at least on my end it was. Heather has explained to me love usually occurs in stages, and the first stage is infatuation. I’m not sure I ever made it out of this stage with you, and I’m sorry I di
dn’t allow our relationship to progress.”

  “It’s okay, Mase,” I inserted. “I know you didn’t intentionally do that. And I know I didn’t always handle things the way I should have.” I looked down at my lap as the memories of my night with Max flashed in my mind. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have believed Bentley. I knew she was a manipulative and devious bitch. I should’ve talked to you before making assumptions and my own bad decisions.”

  Raising one hand up, he placed his fingers under my chin, forcing me to refocus my vision into his eyes. “Nobody’s perfect, Scarlett. Not you… not me… no one. The decisions I made to lose myself in drugs, alcohol, and women after we broke up is not your fault. Yes, I was hurt, and yes, I was disappointed, but I made the choice to make a bad situation worse by getting involved in shit I knew wasn’t gonna do anything but bring me more misery in the long run. Okay?”

  Again, I just nodded. I wasn’t sure what to say really. I almost couldn’t believe it was my Mason sitting in front of me saying those things. I knew what he said was true, just like it wasn’t Ash’s fault I ran away after Evie’s death or Bentley’s fault I slept with Max. I made the choices to react in the manners in which I did; I failed myself in critical moments of which my character was tested.

  Heather’s voice pulled me from my wandering thoughts. “Scarlett, why did you come here to see Mason last week?”

  I looked up at her, a bit befuddled. “Because I love him, and because I care about him. I needed to see with my own eyes he was here getting the help he needed.”

  “Not because you felt guilty or felt pity?” she asked.

  “No,” I answered ardently. “I’m not saying I don’t feel guilt, because I do… or I have, but I would’ve come to see him no matter the reason or circumstances he was here. And I’ve never felt pity toward him. I may not understand the things he does, but never pity.”

  She looked at Mason. “I’m very proud of you today, Mason. I know saying a lot of that wasn’t easy, but it needed to be said for both yours and Scarlett’s sake. Now, the last thing that needs to be discussed is where each of you sees your relationship going in the future, if anywhere. If you both choose that today is the last time you see one another, I feel confident you can both put the past behind you. You’ve both apologized to one another, and you both seem to understand it’s time to take responsibility for yourself and your own decisions. Many people are dealt really shitty hands in life, but there comes a time you have to forget the past and take control of your future. Remember, in the end, it’s not about where you start. It’s about where you finish.”

  Heather leaned back in her chair and crossed her hands in her lap. She looked at me, then at Mason, and then back at me. “So, the future… Scarlett, look at Mason and tell him how you see y’all’s relationship going forward.”

  I slowly shifted my weight so I was turned toward him. I took a moment before saying anything, as I gathered my feelings and thought about exactly what I wanted to say. “Mase, I can’t say what will happen or not happen in the future, but for now, I want to be your friend. I want to get to know you, the inner you. I’m not sure what stage or what kind of love I have for you, but I know I do love you. I care about you tremendously and I want you to be happy. I’m with Ash, and he makes me happy. He and I do have a connection on a cerebral level that you and I never reached. Mentally and emotionally, he’s there for me.” It took everything in me to not start crying while I said that, but somehow I made it through with dry eyes.

  Not breaking our stare, he took his turn. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to try again with our relationship, to start over knowing what we know now, but I realize it isn’t what’s supposed to happen right now. I would love to be your friend. I would love to know what your favorite color is and if you have any siblings. I want you to be happy, and if Ash makes you happy, I’m okay with that. I know I have a lot of work still to do on myself before I can even think about focusing my attention on someone else.”

  We sat there for several minutes after he finished talking, just smiling at each other. I honestly felt like we were going to be okay, both individually and together as friends. Heather offered one last piece of advice before excusing us both from her office.

  “Many psychologists refer to euphoria as a state of intense happiness and self-confidence, a blissful self-clarity if you will, and most people throughout their lives search and strive for this feeling. Why many never achieve it is because they never learn how to love themselves. When you discover the true beauty of self-love, then and only then will you experience pure euphoria. Today, you both took a step in the right direction in your quest; don’t look back now.”

  Mason and I walked out of her office hand in hand and headed toward the activities room. Neither of us mentioned what was talked about in the session for the rest of the afternoon, but I could feel the positive energy radiating from both of us. We attempted to play chess, but neither of us really knew all the rules, so it ended with us both in a fit of laughter, and then we spent the remainder of the time talking about our favorite books.

  Since he had a bunch of free time in the center, he’d been reading quite a bit over the prior few weeks, and I loved seeing the enthusiasm in his face as he talked about some of the journeys he’d been on with the written word. It was no secret I was a reading nut, so being able to share that exhilaration with him was awesome. We each agreed to read one of the other’s favorites over the next week even though our genres of choice were quite different. I downloaded Hopeless by Colleen Hoover on his e-reader for him, and it appeared I was going to begin the Game of Thrones series. I didn’t care I wasn’t a fan of supernatural type books; if he liked it so much, I was happy to give it a try.

  Before I was ready, it was time for me to head to work, and I hugged him like I had the previous couple times I visited, but this one felt different… genuine and without reservation. This time, it was Mason who stood and watched me walk toward the door. Just before heading out into the parking lot, I turned around toward him and said, “It’s pink, and I have one older brother, whose name is Matt.”

  He threw his head back in laughter as I disappeared into the sunlight.

  Nine

  February Seven—The Avett Brothers

  Stomach Tied In Knots—Sleeping With Sirens

  Mason

  When Scarlett left the center that day, I felt better than I had in months. I knew whatever she and I shared in a romantic, couple-sense was over, but I still felt this overall sensation of calm and peace. I wasn’t naïve enough to believe that just because she and I talked that all my problems were going to be solved, but I knew it was a huge move in the right direction for both of us.

  I went back to my room and grabbed my journal and guitar once again, letting out the song that was screaming inside my head. Up until that point, Scarlett had been the muse for many of the songs I had written, but most of them were dark and depressing, lyrics about lost love and broken hearts. I had written enough tear-inducing ballads in my time at rehab to fill up two albums. Suddenly, I had a song begging to be written that celebrated the time we shared together, and I began to furiously jot it down. After the last line, I set my pen down and knew I had just written my first single for when I resumed my music career. It was perfect. Just perfect.

  I had a little more than three weeks left in the center then another six at home for outpatient treatment. Heather had already begun talking to me about joining a support group once I was out. I was still a little hesitant about the idea. I wasn’t a huge fan of the group sessions at the clinic as it was, but I wasn’t completely ruling it out either. I also knew it would be hard to be a consistent attendee of a group once I went back on the road with Jobu’s Rum.

  I could not wait to get back to making music with my friends. It was my driving force now. I had been a part of the band for so long I’d forgotten what it was like to not be… and I hated it. I often found myself wondering what the guys were doing, especially S
ebastian. I knew he needed help just like I did. I only hoped that what happened to me was somewhat of an eye opener for him. I’d been scared to ask Cruz about it, but the more I thought about it, the more it began to eat at me. I picked up my phone and typed out a text.

  ME: Hey, man, just thought I’d check in on you and the boys.

  CRUZ: Doing good. How are you, Rat boy?

  ME: Better every day. I’m writing more music than Jobu’s Rum will know what to do with.

  CRUZ: Awesome. Can’t wait til ur home

  ME: How’s Bastian doin? Plz tell me he’s getting some help.

  CRUZ: Yeah he got real freaked out after Miami. He’s not in a place or anything but he’s seeing someone and he’s been clean as far as I know.

  ME: That’s what I wanted to hear. Tell everyone I said what’s up. I’ll see y’all in a couple months.

  CRUZ: Will do. Can’t wait.

  An overwhelming feeling of relief came over me after reading Cruz’ texts about Sebastian; everything seemed to be falling into place for me. I had made things right with Scarlett, my friends were getting their shit together and ready for me to return, and the drive to make music was stronger than it had ever been. I was actually starting to believe I deserved to have things work out for me. Maybe I could learn to love myself after all.

  Scarlett

  After I left the center, I couldn’t stop thinking about the things Heather said in the session Mason and I had with her, especially the part about learning to love myself. If you’d asked me prior to that conversation if I loved myself, my answer would have been “sure I do,” but once I really started thinking about it, I began to question it.

  Did I love myself? Did I respect myself? Did I truly appreciate the person I was?