after i gave her her gift on christmas, a sweater that she said she always wanted but didnt want to waste money, and her slapping my cheek but not hard and then her going into her room and bringing out a box with a bow on top that read douchebag clifford.
"i thought we said no gifts" i raise an eyebrow, smirking.
"oh shut up and open it" she grumbles
i do as she says and inside lays a limited edition record of def leppard's 1987 album hysteria.
"how the fuck" i say looking at her smirking face.
"i hacked your phone while you were sleeping and saw that you fancied def leppard so" she shrugs, still smirking.
i continue to examine the record until her voice distracts me.
"by the way, nice dick pics" she says and immediately doubles over in a fit of laughter.
"madison." i grumble and run over and tackle her off the couch.
we land on the ground, her on top of me, both of us laughing until tears.
thats when i did it. i leaned up and placed my lips on her soft pink ones. she was shocked, i could tell that by the way she didn't move her lips at first. she eventually kissed back until she quickly pushed herself off of me.
"madison i-"
"i think you should go." she says not daring to look at me.
"madison, im sorry." i say walking towards her but she pushes me away.
she opens the door,
"michael, please leave." she says still looking away from me.
i sigh and grab my jacket and my gift and i exit the door.
and thats how i got here. infront of her door. on january 3rd, two months after i met her and two weeks after we kissed.
we havent talked since then. she completely ignored all my text, calls, everything.
so i stopped calling and texting her because she would get even more annoyed with me.
i knocked and after 2 minutes of rustling, her familiar eye came to the peep hole and the door came slightly ajar.
"clifford." she stats.
"can i come in, please." i ask and i can see her think about it until the door opens more.
i walk past her into the tea scented apartment.
she walks into her small kitchen, pouring her finished tea into two cups. she sits at the small table infront of the window beside the kitchen.
"well are you gonna come sit with me or stand there like an idiot." she says taking a sip of her tea.
i smirk, missing her insults. i walk and sit down across from her.
she gives me an emotionless stare, so i talk.
"madison, look. im not going to say im sorry anymore. because i know you hate when people say sorry or apologize too much. i miss you, madison and its only been two damn weeks. i miss your insults and mood swings and your attitude-"
"i dont have an attitude." she glares
i just chuckle at her interrupting me,
"and i know you missed me too." i finish, smirking.
"let me think about that," she rubs her chin, mocking. "no i didnt"
"and you also said you dont have an attitude," i say taking a sip of tea."and we both know thats not true."
and for the first time since i met her, she didnt have a comeback. she just simply rolled her eyes.
she missed me, and we both knew it.
