Technically It's Love

Murder By Proxy

Madi's POV

I wake up in my bed in my room. Huh? I... I don't remember going to bed last night? I sit up, still in my clothes from yesterday. My dress? I glanced around my room, noticing something on my bedside table. Hmm. It was a note. I picked it up. I read it and I smiled. 'Hey, Princess Dancefloor, You fell asleep on me. You were quite exhausted. You were pretty cute as you slept. You were breathing slowly and it was adorable. But after you fell asleep, the team calmed down. I carried you to bed in your room and covered you up, then put you to bed. I kissed you on the head and then I left. I love ya though!'- It read. Aww. Babe. Cutie. I put the note down and get out of bed. I walk over to my closet. Hmmm, what do I wear? I grabbed a pair of grey jeans, a tank top, and a hoodie. I was feeling a bit sad from Chief Ripley dying. It was one of my Anxiety On Thee Dancefloor hoodies. I then walk to the bathroom and use the bathroom, put my makeup on, etc. I grab my phone and stuff it in the pocket of my hoodie. I then walk out of my room, and I hear someone's door slam. I almost wanted to cry, but I have to stay strong. Elliot then walks over to me. It must've been him that had slammed that door I heard. He hugs me. I smiled up at him. He kisses my head. 

"Hey, how are you doing on this brilliant day?"- Elliot asks. 

"Good, but I'm a little sad about Chief..."- I mutter. 

"Really? Aww, don't feel sad..."- Elliot replies, kissing my head again and caresses my cheek. 

"I... I can't help but not feel sad..."- I reply. 

Elliot looks at me and sighs. "It's alright love. Everyone else is trying to get over it too. But we're going to go to Morocco to find Chief's killer. Now, let's just forget this over a cup of tea, hmm?"- He says.

"Mhmm. T-That sounds nice."- I reply. 

Elliot grabs my hand and then we walk downstairs to the break room. We walk hand in hand and we walked over to the counter. Elliot and I then made tea. He grabs the tea kettle and poured cold water in it. I look around and found some teabags. He sits it on the stove and a few moments later it screams, meaning it should be boiling now. Elliot then pours the hot water into the two teacups. I put the two teabags in them. I grabbed two spoons and give one to Elliot. He swirls it around in his cup, finishing the tea. I do the same thing. I take the teabag out of it and he did the same. I would've done more, but I didn't want to hurt my hands anymore. Elliot was okay with it though. He didn't want me to hurt myself further either. He picked up the two of the teacups and sits them on the table. Elliot sits down and I sit down next to him. We then started sipping our tea in sync. In a few moments, Jack and everyone else comes into the room. He sighs solemnly, sitting down at the table. They all sip coffee. They seem sad. Now I'm sad. Elliot finished drinking his tea in a few minutes. He sat the cup on the table and then rests his head on my shoulder, pecking my neck. I giggle. He smirks at me. 

"Aww, your giggling. Are you okay now? Happy now?"- Elliot whispers into my ear. 

"Yeah, I think I am. But thank you. You make me feel so much better Darling..."- I whisper. 

"I'm happy you are!"- Elliot says, kissing me on the nose and chin. 

I giggle some more. After he was done, I smiled at her. "Thanks!"

"Oh Princess... you are so precious and wholesome..."- Elliot whispers.

I continue to sip my tea. It tasted good. I then was about to take my final sip when Elliot then takes it out of my hands, stealing the sip. I pouted. He then sits it on the table next to his and he joyously, yet messily presses his lips against mine. I giggle more and more as he kisses me over and over into a little make-out session. The others just watch, rolling their eyes, grimacing, or just smirking. Our lips are meshing together, and moving in sync. A few minutes later, Ingrid walked in at some point, and she slammed her hands on the table, snapping us into reality again. I look up at her as she scowls at us. I blushed. My whole face was red as everyone is staring at us. Elliot returns the scowl, and I think he was harsher with his. I smiled up at Ingrid after a few seconds. Elliot wasn't blushing, he was kinda mad that we couldn't continue, but I was so eager to find out who hurt Chief Ripley. He rolls his eyes at her and then proceeds to rest his head in his hand. I grab his other hand and I smiled.