a month and 2 days after i met madison, needless to say, we were friends.
she was still the moody, sometimes rude girl, but i managed to break down a wall or two.
i walked up the steps to her apartment, room 36 floor 2, and i knocked softy.
i could see her little eye looking through the peep hole, and i let out a laugh.
she unlocked the door and let me in.
"what are you laughing at" she asks crossing her arms.
"you looked through the peep hole, who does that?" i say and let out another chuckle.
"guess what asshole, theres creepy people out there who could possibly kidnap me."
"who would want you anyway."
"fuck you."
she gives me one last glare before walking into her bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
5 minutes later she walks out with her glasses on and her hair in a bun, the way i like it.
"you dyed your hair." she says flopping on the couch beside me.
"lilac, for you."
"shut up. dont be sappy, michael."
"i know you secretly like sappy michael" i say poking her cheek.
"touch me again and i'll break your finger." she snaps, but i know shes only kidding.
over the past month, i've learned her moody ways. i know when shes joking and when shes serious, well most of the time.
i'd like to say me and madison were friends, and i know she does too. she still reminds me im creepy and annoying and tells me to fuck off at least 3 times a day but deep down i know she likes me.
"are you excited for christmas" i break the silence as we both stare at the tv, which was playing reruns of friends.
"yes, christmas is one of the few things that actually makes me happy."
"apart from me." i smirk at her
"whatever floats your boat, clifford." she says shrugging and i turn back to the tv.
"no gifts either." she says muffled through her blanket
"but i w-"
"michael i swear to god i'll cut your dick off." she glares to me, her very familiar glare.
i just chuckle and nod my head,
i know she has feelings, but i also know she'll never admit it.
