Undeniable

Undeniable - Chapter 8

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Madison's bedroom was almost identical to mine; it faced the same way, had the same shape, the same turquoise walls, and the same surfer poster that we bought together.

I enjoyed the comfort of my own room anyway, so being in Madison's wasn't all that different. 

Melissa swiveled in Madison's desk chair while simultaneously throwing a ball up and down, and I played with a spare yo-yo lying around.

Madison fixed her hair in the mirror. "Like this? Or like this?"

I laughed. "Madison, it's fine."

This is how we're different. Could you ever see me stressing about my hair for twenty whole minutes? I usually forget to wash my hair, much less style it.

"Okay, well, it won't cooperate," she said, "sometimes I underappreciate ponytails."

She threw it in a messy ponytail.

"See any cute boys you like?" she asked Melissa.

She shrugged. "A few here and there."

We leaned forward. 

"Who were they?"

"What did they look like?"

"Did you talk to them?"

"Where did you see them?"

She laughed. "No, I didn't talk to them or know any of their names. I don't even remember what they looked like. I just remember they were cute."

I saw Thomas outside mowing the lawn. 

He was shirtless, of course.

I tend to laugh at weird times. For example, if something were to crash and break, I would explode into laughter. 

Another example is when a cute boy I sort of like his mowing his lawn shirtless.

I giggled.

They immediately looked out the window.

Crap.

"You love him," Madison said.

"No, I don't," I said, "he just looks like a goof with his hair all messed up like that."

His hair was goofily messed up. Technically I wasn't lying. I yo-yoed innocently.

"You know, for future reference," Melissa said, "he likes girls who touch his arms."

I stopped yo-yoing and raised an eyebrow.

"He likes girls who... touch his arms? What do you mean?"

She laughed. "You know, like when you put a hand on his forearm or something when you're surprised, like this."

She grabbed Madison's forearm quickly, like she was surprised. 

"How do you know he likes that?"

"If he blushes and bites his lower lip, then he likes you. Try it sometime."