3 months of knowing eachother, it was clear that we both had feelings but it was just a matter of time for who says it first.
"hey dumbass." i hear her voice say from behind the counter. she recently got a job at a book shop just down the street from her apartment.
"thats not a nice way to greet someone after they just bought you a coffee." i pout holding a cup of coffee in my hand.
"im not sorry." she says taking the coffee from my hands
"i know."
"im off in 20 minutes," she says taking a sip, "but i can leave early."
"madison you cant just leave early." i chuckle at her.
"why are you such a goody-goody" she rolls her eyes and sits on the desk top.
•
her shift ended and we were walking around town together.
"you need to dye you're hair again." she points out.
"i have no clue what to change it to." i say shrugging.
she smirks at me,
"i know the perfect colour" she says and she grabs my hand, sending shivers down my spine, and we head inside a pharmacy shop.
she grabs a colour and shows me,
"no way" i say shaking my head.
"c'mon clifford! you've dyed your head bright red for crying out loud" she says staring at me.
"fine." i grumble and we head to the check out.
we decided to head to my apartment to do my hair since she had a fit about how i'll get it all over her washroom.
•
"my hair is green."
"its good to know that you know your colours, mike wazowski." she says and then bursts out in laughter
"screw you." i say but i cant hold back the laugh.
"it looks good" she says cleaning up my washroom.
"did you just compliment me?" i ask, taken aback.
"no."
"yes."
"no."
"yes, you did!"
"michael, shut the fuck up." she says smacking my arm.
i say nothing, just smirk at her.
"im sleeping here tonight, just to let you know." she says going to my fridge and grabbing a water.
"good, i was gonna make you stay anyway." i shrug checking my hair in my mirror for the 4th time.
"michael, be a lamb and go get me a comfy pair of pants to wear." she says, sitting ontop of the kitchen counter.
i roll my eyes but do so. i grab a pair of track pants and walk out of my room and throw them at her.
"thanks, queer." she says standing up and walking into the washroom to change.
i sit on my couch, my arm behind my head and just think. about madison, obviously, thats all i think about. no matter what im doing, how im feeling, shes always there, in my mind. shes so interesting, s0 captivating.
what can i say, she was addictive.
