2-D's Baby Girl

Chapter 3

Maddie's POV;

I woke up in the middle of the night, I couldn't sleep well. I kept thinking about the poem. Why would he do that? Why am I the one who he wrote about? Oh well, I'll just go back to sleep, I guess.

-morning-

I get ready for school, kind of excited to see him. "I'm actually looking forward to seeing him. But what if he doesn't come to school?" I calm myself down after a few minutes. "It doesn't matter. Maybe he just wanted to give it to me to read, ya know? I need to get going."

I grab my keys, books, and phone. "I hope I don't run into my mom this morning." I say to myself. I walk towards the front door and look around. I sigh with relief and walk out the door to my car.

I listen to Saint Motel on the way to school. I see 2-D sitting at bench by himself. "Wow, he's actually here... On time." I say in astonishment. I get out and walk to him. "Hey, can I sit here?" He looks up at me and smiles, "I promise I don't bite hard." I sit down next to him and look at him, seriously. "2-D, can I talk to you about something​?" I ask nervously. He looks at me, shocked. "Why not?" He sits back and waits for me to start.

I take a deep breath in and take out the poem he wrote. "Why'd you give this to me? And, is it about me?" My heart beats faster. He looks at me, wide eyed. Then looks at his hands. "Well, yes." I look at him confused, "Yes what?" He looks at me, his cheeks flushed. "Yes, it's about you. I gave it to you because I didn't think you'd catch on." I look at him even more confused than before. I move closer to him. "Catch on to what?" I ask. He seems shy and looks away, then back at me. "Uh..nothing. I don't know what I was saying. I was just rambling. I just added that because I didn't know what to say." He rubs his eyes and walks away.

I sigh, "Man..I really want to know. Maybe he was just rambling? He did seem nervous. I'll just wait 'till we're in class." I say to myself and walk to class.

2-D is sitting at his desk, writing. "Writing? Wow." I think to myself. I sit down and look at him. He notices and looks at me. I quickly face the front, hoping he didn't see me staring at him.

I daydream throughout the whole day. I go to my car and see a piece of paper on my windsheild, again. I take it and put it in my pocket. I get in the car and drive home, blaring Gorillaz songs the whole way.

I walk to my room. Play on my laptop, not caring about school because it's a Friday. I eat some chocolate and listen to the Gorillaz. Remembering the paper, I pull it out of my pocket. I unfold it and notice right away that it's 2-D's handwriting. "I wonder if it's another poem?" It's not a poem at all. A meer note, actually. It reads;
'Madison, I didn't tell you what you were catching on to, because I got nervous. I thought you would catch on to the fact that I like how mysterious you are. You're very intriguing. I saw you looking at me, by the way. I don't mind. I like it. You're quite adorable. But, you're also very confusing. I don't know how to get to you nor understand you.'

I finish reading, but keep re-reading it. I can't help it. "I'm intriguing..?" I think to myself, astonished. I don't really like him, I just want to know more as to why he keeps writing about/to me.

2-D's POV;

"That damned alarm.." I say to myself. I slap it and it shuts up. I get dressed and eat breakfast. "Maddie.." I say to myself and throw my shoes and coat on. I rush towards the door. Walking faster than usual, I light a cigarette along the way.

There's only a few people there when arrive. I sit down on a bench, light another cigarette, and wait for Maddie.

About ten minutes later, she arrives. "I woke up a lot earlier than I thought." I think to myself. She walks up to me, "Hey, can I sit here?" I smile, "I promise I don't bite hard." She looks at me sternly,  "2-D, can I talk to you about something?" I look at her, shocked. "Why not?" I lean back and wait for her to respond.

She pulls out a piece of paper, "Why'd you give this to me? And is it about me?" I look at her, wide eyed, then look at my hands. "Well, yes" I say. She looks at me confused, "Yes what?" I look at her, cheeks flushed, "Yes, it's about you. I gave it to you because I didn't think you'd catch on." She moves closer to me, my heart racing. "Catch on to what?" she asks. Damn, I knew she'd ask. I look away, thinking of a way to cover it up, then look back at her. "Uh..nothing. I don't know what I was saying. I was just rambling. I just added that because I didn't know what to say." I rub my eyes and walk away.

Phew. That was close. I run to class and write a note for her. The not reads;
'Madison, I didn't tell you what you were catching on to, because I got nervous. I thought you would catch on to the fact that I like how mysterious you are. You're very intriguing. I saw you looking at me, by the way. I don't mind. I like it. You're quite adorable. But, you're also very confusing. I don't know how to get to you nor understand you.'

The school day ends and I run to her car. I place the note under the windshield wipers. I walk away, and light a cigarette on the way home.

I get home, taking off bits of my outfit along the way to my room. I flop onto my bed. I keep thinking about her. "What if she hates me? No, she couldn't. Or else she wouldn't have talked to me. No matter."

I keep rambling on about Madison, songs, and school. I slowly start to doze off into my own Dreamland.