𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐘. [ 𝐋𝐁. ] :currently editing!

| "2 A.M."

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| LONE  by
TYLER, THE CREATOR!

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"i love you too, tommy," madison closes her daughter's door before going into her room, putting her feet into her slides and grabbing her keys off the dresser.

"hey," lamelo comes out the bathroom.

"what?"

"you mad or something?" he stops in his tracks.

she shakes her head, "is there somethin' i need to be mad at?"

"nope. not at all. i did wanna talk to you, though."

"speak."

"while my family is in the house?"

madison fully turns around and puts her hand on her hip, "you sure it's nothing to be mad at? cause it sounds like you plan on me yelling at you or something."

"no. i just don't think the setting is appropriate, and i wanna talk to you right now."

madison looks at her phone. "give me, like, an hour. i'll give you a call," she says, before leaving.

| LATER...

"hey," madison greets lamelo, letting him into her presidential suite. because lord knows for how long she wanted her space.

"hey. you straight?" he puts his hands in his pockets as he looks around, noticing frank ocean's calm voice faint in the background.

"mhm, i got settled and took a power nap before you got here. can we sit at this table?"