Mixed Signals

0.3 // The Good And The Bad

((HOMIES THIS IS NOT AN AHS FANFIC HAHA))

•Madison

"What the hell, Kyle?," I whisper shouted.

"Please don't scream. Just ride with it," he whispered, pleading.

He probably's using me as his fake girlfriend for the sake of his huge ass ego. This is so cliche—he is so cliche, he's like a character in every romance novel.

"Baby, I've missed you so much even though we've just seen each other at practice awhile ago," Kyle then said loudly.

Wow, so believable.

What the fuck, no. Why am I agreeing to do this?

"Um.. okay," I answered, feeling uncomfortable.

In general, though, being with him is uncomfortable especially with the persons we've grown into.

Deciding to be a good person and a good actress, I turned around to hug him.

Why does he still have bags?

Kyle stiffened quite a bit but he then relaxed into my touch. He faintly smelled like cologne and sweat which surprisingly worked really well. He smelled a little like Drew but better.

I looked up at him (I had to since he's basically like a freaking tower) to see that he's not moving nor showing any sign of emotion. A statue, basically.

Judging by the glint in his eyes, he's observing someone from a afar to see if they or (s)he see what he's doing.

Probably not. Can I now just go? As much as I want to be near his presence, I can't stand it. It's way too uncomfortable.

A few moments in, it had then occurred to me that this is probably the first time I got to really hug Kyle in five years.

Nostalgia kicked in and I felt queasy and my legs started to feel like jelly, so I quickly released my grip on Kyle and wriggled out of his grasp. I mean, I might cry and we both do not want that.

At this point, I really can't stand it.

This hug probably doesn't really mean much, but that's for Kyle. For me, though, it did--it really did. In those span of five years, I haven't gotten to feel my (ex, I should say) best friend's love, so this is basically the closest I could get.

And for me, this is already enough. At least I got to hug him again, right?

"Thank you," he murmured, releasing his grip from me. "You can go now, I guess. Thanks again."

I just nodded preparing myself to leave, but then suddenly he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards his car.

What's the problem now? I might cry.

As we were heading there, I finally saw who he was looking at and spying on the whole time we were doing this stupid act.

It was a girl with lovely long brown hair who topped it off with an obnoxiously large black hat. She had a petite figure, but she was very tall. If I'd seen her in public, in a mall for example- I'd think she's a model. I mean, she does look like one, acts like one, and dresses like one.

And seeing the way Kyle looked at her, I have a feeling that she's the girl Kyle is currently crushing on. And that maybe she's the girl that stood (poor) Kyle on a date. I also think she's the girl named Zoe Drew told me about.