Running Into Hamilton

Wicked -part 30

"Nice one. Nobody our age speaks up for real lile that, everybody just jokes. He says and goes off to his next class.
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*Maddie pov*

The rest of the day is uneventful. I get to my social studies class and, as always, I'm ecstatic about the revolution. Riley left partway through social studies and wouldn't tell me why. I finish my homework in resource save a few things I need to do online. I go home to the apartment and Anthony and jazzy aren't watching television like normal. I look down and see a trail of mint green post it notes. Step forward. Keep going. Getting closer. Open the door. Look up. The notes say. I look up and see riley standing in front of me, holding a bouquet of white roses and a few lavender plants. I wrap my arms around him and smile.

"Thank you ri! How did you find out my favorite flowers? You're so sweet! I love you." I say, still hugging me. I take the roses and put them in a vase with some water. I run back to my room and Riley hugs me and kisses my forehead. He hands me two yellowish tickets. "We're going to see wicked?! Why did you spend so much on me?" I ask, ecstatic but worried. "I didn't buy them, your dad di. I'm just taking you." He says.

I get ready to leave and we go to the Gershwin. He buys me a shirt and we take our seats. The show was amazing, Im so happy I got to see it. We head back home, and its 9pm, so Riley goes to his house. I sit on the couch, Anthony and jazzy now watching television. "How was the date?" They ask in unison, jazzy curious and excited, Anthony nervous and protective. "It was really fun! He got me a shirt!" I say, holding it up to them.

I run to my room and change into pajamas, then run back out to watch the office with my parents. Anthony isn't there, but i hear him rummaging through his room. "What is dad doing?" I ask Jazzy, and she pauses the show. "He'll be right back, stay here!" She says, patting the seat next to her. Anthony emerges from the room with something behind his back.

"Since you are my small cinnamon roll theatre child, I present you with... this!" He says, revealing what was behind his back. It's a beautiful black and white picture of a stage door, and Anthony forgets what theater its of. It's in a thin black frame, bordered by yellowing paper. I'm almost brought to tears. "It's beautiful, dad. Thank you." I say, taking the photo and hugging him.

I hang it up in my room, above my bed. I come back out and watch the office with my parents.
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AN hey! Hope you all are doing well. Really sorry for the short, late filler chapter, I'm sick. I may or may not have fallen asleep earlier. Hahaha sorry about that you guys. Love you all! Bye!