All About The Girl || rsl & r5

6

 Madison's POV

I didn't understand my attitude towards Ross. I knew I was being slightly cold towards him, but it was like I couldn't stop. I should've been happy that he found a girl, one that he couldn't stop gushing about, but a part of me wasn't. Was I slightly afraid that she would take away my best friend? Possibly. I had never met anyone like Ross; never had this type of connection with someone like I did with him, and the thought of losing him terrified me.

Giving him the cold shoulder won't do any good.

I sighed, my mind reeling. I tossed and turned all night, my brain never shutting off with thoughts of Ross. It physically hurt, the thought of not being friends with him. I was supposed to feel this way about the love of my life, not about my best friend.

My eyes struggled to stay open by the time morning came, but it was nothing caffeine couldn't fix. I got ready rather quickly, dressing in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, throwing my hair in a neat ponytail and adding a touch of makeup. Ross was sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal when I emerged from my bedroom. His locked on mine, and an awkward silence engulfed us, not the usual greetings that occurred in the morning.

I bit my lip, deciding to break the silence as I made my way towards him. "Morning, Shor."

Both sides of his lips quirked upwards. "Morning, Mads. Where are you going? I thought you didn't have work today."

"I don't. I just wanted to head out and grab some coffee. Want to come?" I didn't want our friendship to be strained by his new girlfriend or whatever she was. And now with Shawn in the picture...I just didn't want to lose my blonde best friend.

"Sure." He nodded, quickly finishing off his breakfast before putting the empty bowl in the sink. Hesitation was clear in his eyes as he began to exit the kitchen. With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. The action was surprising but welcoming. The air around us physically shifted, the puzzle piece that had moved out of place yesterday clicking back in perfectly.

My eyes held the apology that I couldn't utter aloud. I was bitter towards him yesterday, and I would never be able to forget it. I didn't like the wedge that was put between us. I didn't like the emotions that bubbled up inside me over such a simple thing. I wanted to find Ross the perfect girl, and it looked like I did.

So why did I feel angry? Hurt?

I wanted to apologize for my behavior, but how could I when I didn't know my reason for it? I could blame it on my friend that visits once a month- he would probably gag and run away- but I couldn't use that excuse every time. He would rush me to the hospital, thinking I was dying.

That thought was slightly amusing.

"You know you'll always be my best friend, right?" His eyebrows were raised in question, arms still wrapped around me.

A slight pang hit my chest, but I smiled nonetheless. "I know. You'll always be mine, too."

Lying isn't nice. Don't be a liar.

"I'll be ready in two minutes." He informed me, flashing me that dazzling smile of his before disappearing to his room.

I collapsed in the chair behind me, running my fingers through the end of my ponytail. A glass of wine sounded great right about now. I thought my job at the daycare was stressful, but I was wrong.

Ross returned a few moments later, dressed in a similar outfit to mine, his hair tousled and his signature converses on his feet. He threw his arm around my shoulder, leading me towards the front door. His fingers lightly traced the skin of my neck as we walked down the path towards his car, causing me to squirm and chuckle quietly. He flashed me a grin, obviously proud of himself before sending me a wink and hopping in the driver's seat. I shook my head, though I was thoroughly amused, hopping inside the passenger seat.