Love, Sex, Diamonds (Madison/You)

twenty five

I woke up early the next day and Madison was passed out on my arm. Last night's booze wafted from her so I kissed her forehead and grabbed her some advil and water for her inevitable hangover. It sat on the bedside table while I tucked her back in and looked around at my old room.

The only difference was that it was cleaner and some of the posters from my wall had been replaced with old photos. My guitar sat in the corner and my desk was still cluttered with my teenage debris; polaroids, picks, hats, pencils and other things I looked through for a few moments. When I had seen enough memories, I left the room and quietly made my way into the kitchen where my mom sat at the island with a cup of coffee.

"So are you going to fill me on the problem or do I get to figure it out myself?" She said outright, bringing her cup to her glossy lips. Her eyes didn't stray from the laptop in front of her, but that was just my mom. No 'good morning,' no 'did you sleep well?' You never had her undivided attention unless you were sitting at her session table and she would always get straight to the point.

"I can't help feeling like Madison doesn't trust me. And then I wonder if she ever trusted me in the first place." I explained, knowing better than to keep things from my telepathic birth-giver. The little dog, Abby, ran up to me in greeting so I picked her up and massaged her head while I made my way to the coffee machine.

My mom cleared her throat and finally closed her laptop before peering at me over her reading glasses.

"She didn't tell me her father left and led me to believe he was still in the picture. Come to find out that she told this new guy who she hardly has known for a month, and who trashed my house with her permission because I came home late one day." I continued, setting Abby on the counter so I could pour myself some coffee. She nuzzled into my wrist, her soft fur shedding a bit.

"But Y/N, you never told her about your dad and he didn't just leave," she said, making me sigh as I let Abby down after petting her some more and joining my mom at the counter.

"I always talked about you though and she never asked about him."

"Well maybe the fact that you never said anything made her think she shouldn't ask—at the same time keeping her from telling you about her dad."

"I did ask about her dad. She told me he was never home and always out on business trips."

She paused for a second and thought to herself, it was almost as if I could see the gears turning in her head.

"Who's this guy she's been talking to?" She changed the subject but I could see we weren't done talking about it.

"His name is David. I don't know, mom, she swears they're only good friends and he has no ill intentions, but I just have a bad feeling about him. The first time I met him I had to take a xanax because of the stress his stupid internet videos caused—"

"Xanax? Tell me you aren't taking that," she cut me off. I deadpanned at her. She was against medication.

"It's beside the point. Anyway, he also outted us without letting either of us know—when we trying to keep it private. And the way he calls her and talks to her, I know he doesn't only see her as a friend."

"Madison doesn't know any of this?"

"She doesn't know how bothered I am that he knew things before I did, but she does know I don't particularly like him," I clenched my jaw and bit at my lip.

"Y/N you can't blame her for not telling you things when you do the same."

"I do tell her things—"

"Yet you're sitting here with a lot on your mind locked away from her. You love the girl, baby, show her that she's your person; that she doesn't need to hide from you."