warm lips, cold heart.

chapter 1

A few years ago my friend told me about this website called MeetMe.

I told her I wasn't desperate or lonely enough to use it, I mean, I had so many guys that were in to me. Just as many high school heartbreaks go, I rejected all of them like the cold hearted bitch I was, because they weren't fitting to my standards. But this girl that I was,
it seems like she was a whole other world ago.

Sure enough, I found myself using MeetMe a few months after hearing about it.

Typical Madison.

I was so confused with it, but I found myself bombarded with messages from people in my area that I had never even thought to have existed before. But then again, the idea of this was to have fun, right?

Nobody really stood out in particular to me, until he messaged me.

His name is Bret.

And of course, he was literally perfect.

He lived one city over, which was the downside, because I really liked him.
But I never thought I'd be falling in love with him.

We started talking and I uninstalled the app, because I just wanted to talk to him. He was so interesting, he reminded me of me, almost.
Almost, because he wasn't rude like me.

We talked for hours that day, and then we talked on the phone all night.

And there I was, Madison, falling for Bret.

Within the next week, we were dating, and we decided to meet up in person to go on a date.
I was so nervous.

Would he like me? Better yet, would he love me?

Because I wasn't entirely sure, but I think I was already falling in love with him.