Lost Love, Found.

Nine

Hi I'm back! I am so sorry for not updating for soooooooooooo long. I hope you have not lost interest in my story so far :'( I am sincerely sorry for being so irresponsible and bad :/ but I really have not much time and I've got writer's block recently. Screw writer's block :'(((

So anyways, I promised you the list of casts and I'll post it at the end of this chapter. So enjoy and please forgive me for updating this after so long. (I know I'm slow on my other story too, again, writer's block :/)

Btw the vid attached is Taylor vs treadmill!

☆Chapter dedication: charlottecheng99

Here goes chapter 9~

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"I bet this time of night,
You're still up.
I bet you're tired
From a long hard week."

[I Almost Do by Taylor Swift]

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"Maddy quick! They're coming any second," Marilyn shouted from the stairs. Madeleine was taking longer than usual. Way longer. This wasn't like her. She was always the one to call out to her. But today was the total opposite. Weird much.

Then she came down. Marilyn turned and her jaws dropped. "What is wrong with you Maddy??!" She exclaimed. Madeleine was wearing a white v-neck cropped top to which her cleavage was a little too obvious and she had her super short red shorts on. She never wore that, from what Marilyn remembered about her sister, she rarely wore super short shorts nor skirts. She had not put on any make up though. Her skin complexion was extremely pale but not the unhealthy kind of pale. Her hair was high up in a ponytail and strands of hair were left dangling, framing her pristine face. In her hand were a pair of red pumps. Marilyn was still standing there, aghast, awaiting her sister's explanation.

"Well, " she started off steadily, looking at Marilyn with a small smile on her face. "I figure it's time for some tests, don't you think? I can't wait no more. I don't want to live in this condition. I don't want to go out with Julian each time without any relationship. Like we're just normal friends but not normal. I've had enough. It's not that i don't like it, but I feel like I have to find out the answer because I don't want to get hurt in the end. If I know the answer tonight and it isn't a good one, I can get myself out from the tragedy first. Heal myself first. Help me please? " she let out a huge sigh after finishing such a long speech.

Marilyn's face softened. She got her. "Okay, no problem then. But is this outfit necessary?"

"Yea, " Madeleine looked down at herself once more. "Its been a long time since I last dressed as a rebel. " she joked and looked at her sister, with her midnight blue eyes.

"What's your plan? " Marilyn finally gave in and asked.

"Call them, tell them that we'll go ourselves. And then we'll reach there slightly late. If there's any guy coming to me, which I hope there will be since I dressed like some slut I'll just let them be. The last thing to complete this test is to wait and see what's Julian's reaction." Madeleine said, all in one breath.

"Okay," Marilyn digested her word and turned to get her phone and called them not to come over. She didn't even open the door when Luke came over to take a look to see if everything was okay. First mission was crossed out from the list.

They reached the house of one of the quarterbacks from school where the party was held, half an hour late. They squeezed each other's hand and parted. Marilyn looked around and saw Luke waving at her. "I thought Maddy was coming with you. Where is she? " "You'll see."