Heartstrings

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   Madison never was Josh's type when it came to girls. Josh liked the innocent bystanders who cried at sappy movies like the notebook and she's all that, or loved to hug up on their boyfriends with warm grins taking up their faces. Those were the girls his mom and his uncle had told him about. That every female was sweet somewhere inside, but they were wrong. Madison Clarke is not nice, was not nice, and probably will never be nice at all and Josh knew that. You'd think that would dismiss any type feelings for the snappy girl, right? It's okay to say yes, Josh did too.

   The door to her house is always closed, never opening for more than 16 seconds a day. Her hair is the only thing Josh can see through her window for hours, but he's been told that she moves to go to the bathroom sometimes.

     Madison is one of those people you neither wanted to talk to nor avoid. Josh knew every rumor about her by heart. They say she's bi and her hair is short haircut becuse she's the boy in the relationship or that she is depressed and killed her own boyfriend and that that's why she can't talk to guys at school. He wished he could say he'd be the one to take a chance on her and find the truth in the field of lies highschool gave. No one deserved to be called out on things that weren't truthful, even girls like Madison.

   "Joshua, grab my keys we have only 20 minutes to get you to school." Josh tears himself from the useless task of caring about Madison only to look back at the dripping window. Her violin will be shit if she runs to the bus stop. Getting up, he grabs the keys. "I'll be back in a sec, mom." Josh says, then heads over to the adjacent brick house.

      That stupid kid. He thinks I can't see him. I wonder what his friends would think about him window stalking me. Probably would force him to egg my window or worse, start another rumor.

  The rain pelting on the house makes me drift in and out of sleep and terrible dreams. As a child I'd peak at his window on rainy days and look at his family. Him eating breakfast at a long table with empty chairs around him and him sleeping in through the storms. It was a game I learned to play in the suburbs where all the houses were built the same. The stairs connected me to all of the windows in the house where I could see him. It wasn't until I got older that I realized he did the same. I remember all of the shades in my house now and pull in the curtains.

Wtf, are you making another book when you haven't finished the other fucking ones? I know okay I just had this idea from something that happened in my life ( who the hell am I kidding I ovserved it okay?!) and it seemed like a really cute story. So I descided to give it a little more of an story and plot so stay with me on this one you will love these characters if you believe in hard love. Anyway, enjoy!!!