CONFESSIONS

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madison, lifts her bed cover and pulls out a bottle of alcohol from under her bed. she waves it in the air, "want some?" she smirks.

we really hit it off today, we went to eat at a restaurant that she really likes. she said that she goes there with her family all the time. also turns out that she's actually really nice and not some fucking demon.

after we went out to eat, we decided to head back at her place.

madison, easily pops open the bottle and takes a sip. she winces and hands me the bottle, "your turn."

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it's an hour later, and i'm drunk. really drunk. i never pictured myself doing this with madison, but here i am. she hasn't had a single drop of alcohol after the first sip she took, and it's really just me who's about finish off the bottle.

we sit on her bedroom floor and simply enjoy each other's company.

madison gives me an evil smile, "we should tell each other a secret." she almost says in a whisper.

i gasp excitedly, "that sounds like so much fun!"

she scoots in closer, "you go first."

"i don't really have any except for one. it was the time i-" i begin until i stop myself. i'm not supposed to be telling anyone about this.

"what's wrong?" she frowns.

"i probably shouldn't tell you."

"oh come on, you can trust me." she pushes me to tell her.

i give in, "i blackmailed, matt." i start to giggle uncontrollably.

she gasps, "into doing what?"

i shrug, "i wanted him to help me get revenge on my ex, and so he did."

"what did you have against him?"

"he has videos of himself when he was thirteen uploaded on the internet," i keep laughing, "they're really bad."

"that's how you both started talking?" she asks.

i nod, "we wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me blackmailing him."

"who's your ex that you wanted revenge on?"

"you know, wesley?" i ask.

madison's eyebrows furrow, she gets up from the floor and grabs a blanket from her closet. she lays it out on her bed, "i think it's time for us to go to sleep."

"already?" i whine.

"you're pretty drunk, i don't think you want matt to find you like that." she says.

"oh fuck, i should probably call him. he doesn't know that i'm here." i pull my phone out from my back pocket. i squint at the bright screen and struggle to find my way to the phone app.

she snatches my phone from my hands, "i'll call him for you, just go to bed."

i don't argue with her and just shrug. i get up from the floor and throw myself onto her bed, and snuggle with a pillow.

i feel like i can trust her from now on.

a/n:
IM SO EXCITED FOR THE ALBUM GUYS DIDNE IM NOT READY BUT I AM

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