Say something

Chapter 1

     ''So, Maddy, when is your brother getting here?'' Amelia was lying on her friend's bed, flipping through some magazines. 

She, like any living and breathing female in this town, with the exception of couple of males, was excited about his arrival. Maybe, a bit over exited.

The boy was labeled a 'Wonder kid'. Good looking and smart, a dangerous combination. 

He was 23, and living in London. He was a footballer, with a model body, and brains of a doctor. Becoming a surgeon was his main goal, ever since he was a child, but then in highschool, he opted for  more of a rougher profession, football.

To Madilyn, her brother was a walking- talking cliché. Everybody was madly in love with him. Girls wanted to change his bad boy ways, and be the ones to capture his heart, and boys, they also wanted to change him, change his preferences, then be the ones to capture his heart. 

He... was also coming home for a week, to visit his family.

"I don't know, Amelia." She answered, without any interest on this subject. Her mind was busy focusing on the party tonight, most importantly, what she was going to wear. She was in the process of picking out her outfit, while frantically going through her closet. "Tomorrow, I guess."

Amelia prompted herself on her elbows. "Why aren't you happy? You haven't seen him in three years. Did something happen' ?"

"No." Madilyn turned to her friend and frowned. "But I don't know why YOU are so happy about it, though. He's bringing his fiancée, you know, the whole 'meet the parents' thing, so Amelia, he's a done deal. "

"Yeah, I know. But he's so cute." She whined, pouting. 

Madilyn offered her a fake smile, bringing back the conversation to previous subject. "So, what do you think I should wear for the party tonight?"

But, before Amelia could answer, the door bell rang. Jumping from the bed, she ran to the window. There it was, a blue car parked on the driveway. Amelia ran through the door and down the stairs, but not before exclaiming. "It's him!  Adrian!"

Madilyn was left alone in the room. She felt nauseated. That feeling of excitement mixed with fear. She was trying to ignore it for the past half an hour, since her 'friend' started the Adrian subject, but now, there was no ignoring it. Loud noises were coming from downstairs. Her best friend, or the traitor, she was still deciding on that, her mother, her older sister, basically everyone, was screaming his name. Then, she heard an unfamiliar voice.

Aaaaannnndd... that would be the fiancée, she thought. Madilyn carefully laid down the dress she chose,  on the bed, and reluctantly dragged herself down the stars. From the top of the stairs, she could him. HIM.

He always looked so good. She hated that. Tall, but not too tall, muscular, but not too buff. Blonde curly hair, that he used to keep short and trimmed and was now much longer, slightly touching his shoulders. He also had the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. She was never sure why they changed color, maybe it was the mood, or maybe because of the color of clothes people were wearing, but she was always fascinated by them. 

Those eyes.

Next to him, stood another beautiful specimen. The one, that looked like it walked straight out of a catwalk. With long black hair, that came to the middle of her back with dark eyes and a perfect model-like body. They sure were prefect for each other. 

He turned his head up, after he broke out of his mother's embrace and saw her. The smile he had on his face quickly dropped. 

Madilyn  began descending the the stairs slowly. When she was at the bottom, she took a deep breath, and spoke.

"They said you were arriving tomorrow. " Firm tone. Keep it together, Madilyn.

"Yes, um...," He cleared his throat and continued more firmly,  " The train tickets got messed up." 

Still  standing one staircase above and away from him, she looked at the girl next to him. 

Yup, straight out of a magazine,  and stepped off.

"Hi, I'm Madilyn, the youngest one, the screw up, the black sheep, bla... bla." She put out her hand to greet her.

"I know, " the girl answered nervously, shaking her hand. "I'm Jennifer, it's really lovely to meet you." 

Ugh, polite and sweet. Like candy.

"Likewise." She offered her a fake smile, then looked at him. "Well...", she took another breath, "Welcome home."

"Thank you."