❝I like you. ❞
❝Was that supposed to be a joke?❞
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The evil that rested beneath Beacon Hills never truly went away. Following the death of a loved one, Madison Argent planned to finish her freshman year and gain c...
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XIV. WEAPONIZED
Madison and Lydia sat in her grandmother's soundproof room. After having found out about Meredith's passing, Madison did her best to be there for Lydia. If that included tagging along with her best friend a couple of hours in a car, so be it.
Madison also had needed a change of scenery. Her heart to heart with Isaac had undoubtedly lifted her spirits, and so had the concerned call from Liam the day after.
Not the mention that Madison found out Isaac was worth five million dollars on the deadpool. The young witch felt overprotective of the beta, but he had to assure her he'd be fine taking the PSATs.
Her life was stable for the moment- as stable as it could be, so she knew she had to step up and be there for others, especially if it was her best friend.
Lydia was wearing Madison's fuzzy dark green cardigan after the witch noticed the Martin girl shivering ever so slightly with the breeze. The junior tried to be polite and give it back, but Madison wouldn't hear of it.
They currently sat on the rug, Madison rubbing Lydia's back as they stared at a box brown that read, 'Meredith Walker.'
Lydia's lashes brimmed with unshed tears, her eyes having grown red at the lack of sleep and crying. She breathed shakily as she tore the top off the box, and her hand traveled inside.
She began pulling numerous items out, such as an empty perfume bottle, dead flowers, and a stuffed animal. Madison watched in silence, her eyes flickering towards the items and the banshee.
She watched as Lydia stood on her knees and turned on the record player. The static sound was growing familiar, as Madison took a step back and sat further away. She knew Lydia didn't want her to speak and it was more than fine, they both needed the company anyway.
"All right, Meredith. I'm not sure how to do this," Lydia whispered. "I'm not a psychic."
"And apparently, I'm not much of a banshee either."
"Don't say that. You're the most talented banshee I know." Madison said from the corner she sat in.
She watched as the strawberry blonde turned her head with a smile. "But I'm trying to help my friends." She said, pointing to the witch as her body turned its attention towards the player again.
"I don't know if you can hear me. Or, uh, what I'm supposed to ask you. But, if I have this thing, it's got to work some of the time. It's gotta help someone."
Madison noticed the silence growing after Lydia said those words. She moved next to Lydia and peeked her head to look at the banshee, where tears were falling silently down her cheeks in frustration.
"Maybe what I really wanted to say was," Lydia bit her lip and took a breath. Madison felt her hand being gripped tightly as Lydia began to speak again. "I'm sorry. I wish I couldn't helped you. I'm so, sorry."
