➳number two:"takes two to mango"

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TWO

If she could slap fate,

she would.


The smoothie shop is small.

It is cozy and unique 

spontaneous and overall

rambunctious.


It was both her mothers' ideas

to create a rambunctious shop

dedicated to smoothies

at the heart of San Francisco.


She stands behind the register,

with her arms crossed,

and her mouth pursed in

a thin line traced 

by the pencil of boredom 

and impatience.


Her brother

and his boyfriend

thought it was a marvelous idea

to explore one another

in an apartment up north

on a day where they both had their shifts.


Which left her

to do the cleaning and sweeping,

blending and speaking,

complaining and delivering

as well as spontaneously combusting.

Sike.


The bell at the door chimes

and Madelyn Johnson turns her head

only to spontaneously combust,

Internally that is.


Her heart does not race.

It doesn't even try to palpitate.

Her eyes only widen

and the only sounds 

that escape her lips,

are the ones that resemble

the cry of a dying tyrannosaurus.


The boy is more or less startled.

he has been kissed by strangers,

had his boxers stolen from him,

his hair snipped off at signings,

and his apartment filled with love letters,

millions of them.

But he has never directly received a mating call.

or mating screech.


The girl from behind the register does not move.

her eye twitches however.

There is something distinctive 

about the freckles that spill across her cheeks

and the frizzy curly hair that spills down her shoulders.

There is something about the defiant sparks

 in her amber eyes,

that remind him of shooting stars and starry nights.


"Maddie?" He whispers softly,

almost shyly,

before clearing his throat and repeating

"Madelyn Johnson?" 


Eyes wide as saucers, 

she finally pipes,

"Ash?" 


All Maddie could think of was that

If she could slap fate,

she would.


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