“Hey, don’t knock my pom-pom skills, Parker. Just because you haven’t seen me in a cheer leading uniform, doesn’t mean I’m not good at it. But if I’m being honest, running after balls isn’t something I want to do for the rest of my life,” There was a sincerity in her voice as he told her this - and in all honesty it was true. Sports was just… something to pass the time. Though… don’t tell his teammates that. They wouldn’t necessarily look down upon him - but it just wasn’t a thing to make public knowledge. A team is only good if everyone’s head is in the game and he didn’t want to give any reason for it not to be.
Though that was a topic for another time - right now, Blue Royalty had made it’s appearance with the news that both of the people in this room were… well… cheaters. “Warning… I did see Mateo in the hall earlier today which I think means he’s back in town? Might not be the best time to walk around school,” he added with a little warning. Though, while he didn’t ask any additional questions about her… fck life, it seemed like she didn’t hold the same courtesy as she asked him about Olivia. “It was just a kiss. It meant… absolutely nothing for either of us. So, no spice here, Parker.” Mason revealed. “You really have no clue what the meaning of the words “don’t ask” are huh? It was nothing, we ended up in a secret room in that god forsaken haunted house, found a ratchet ass ballroom with music playing, danced for like a second because who in their right mind let’s good music go to waste, and I guess we just got caught up in the moment. No spice at all.”
As he got to his car, Mason opened the passenger side for her to get in before driving to the old building a few minutes away. Beryl City Hall was like many other city halls - big and old. And the worst part about all of it - while many things had become electronic in the recent decades, something from the 1900s were probably still in… yep, you guessed it… paper records. As they walked inside, Mason turned on the charm as he walked towards the secretary in the front. “Hello Miss… Renolds is it? It’s lovely to meet you. I’m Mason Mitchell, and my friend here is Veronica Parker. We’re here from Cerulean High working on our Senior History project on some of the older buildings in town. Is there any chance we could get information on the old house on 4352 Renkins Street?” There was an odd look on the women, almost as she didn’t believe them. But after a few seconds of looking them up and down, she led them downstairs to the basement where books, records, boxes and a hell of a lot more surrounded them. She led them towards an area noted as 1920s and walked towards the middle section before pointing at about 2 rows. “Everything we have should be in this area. We close at 5.” and with that, she left.
Grabbing a box from the top, Mason sighed “Guess we should get digging huh?”