[&Gucci Pumps*]{4#The plastered shoe.}

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by MiniSpeakers

by MiniSpeakers

[&Gucci Pumps*]

|Thanks for reading :) and oh Maddie's brother, he's not that important yet in the story, but he will ♥ and this is for vanavp123.|

{4#The plastered shoe.}

“Matt?” My voiced echoed and gushed into the phone. I was only thinking about the situation that replayed in my mind, but my worried brother’s voice brought me back to the present.

“What is it, Maddie? Did something happen at the party?” His frantic voice caught me off guard.

“It’s nothing..” I lied. “I just need you to pick me up,” continuing to cover-up the horrible feelings stirring within me.

“I’ll come and pick you up then. Be careful over there, some guys might mob you.” He hung up. The dial tone resonated.

I sat on the bench right next to the tree, waiting for Matt. Matt, the kind of guy who bothers you in a teasing way and the kind of guy who girls stare in awe at, is a college boy prankster who loves fun and its entirety. Letting my hair flying in the wind and become untidy. The leaves on the ground kept dancing on the floor. Unluckily it starts sprinkling then gradually pouring. Dang, I should’ve brought my jacket, or an umbrella perhaps. I look up and see Ryan Adams rushes to the party under his black umbrella.

“Ryan!” I called. The brown-haired man stopped and turned around to only see me drenched. He stared with his shocking blue eyes.

He laughed, “Madison, what are you doing out here? I thought you would be at the party.” He walked over and asked, “You wanna come in with me.” He tipped his umbrella over me.

“Nah, I just wanted to tell you to have a good time, Ryan.”

“You sure? ACK!” He forgot to cover himself with his umbrella.

“I’m sure.”

“Well, since I’m wet already,” Ryan gave me his umbrella tilting it towards me.

“Ryan, I don’t need it.” I protested. He ran off, dropped the umbrella, and left me alone.

“What the heck. He’s going to get his suit soaked.” I muttered to myself.

Soon enough Mattie’s car came around honking for me. I opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. Seeing my brother with his short rugged dark brown hair and his jewel green eyes, in a tan jacket and blue jeans, he said seriously, “Don’t get my car wet.” Referring to his Toyota, Matt laughed. I could stare at him, then smile weakly at his joking gesture as I closed the umbrella and then the car door. It was a quiet ride home. Everything else on the way home was a blur, maybe nonexistent for me….

When I got home, I went to my room, I put the umbrella next to the door, I kicked off my pumps, and changed out of my attire. Sat on my bed, staring at the floor behind my feet. The room was dark, the curtains shield the beautiful lit moon and swayed softly with the wind. Tami must’ve been a bit drunk, who knows, maybe I was seeing things. Even though I swore I saw Tommy cheating on her with another girl that night, I’m definitely not hallucinating.

I fell backwards onto my bed. It felt horrible, this gut feeling. I tried to sleep it off, shaking off the bad memories of that night.

The next day was a Sunday. I got up late that day, 10 o’ clock to be precise. I pulled myself out of bed and went into the bathroom to do the necessities. I found my hair unmanageable, so I just tied it up into a pony tail. I put on sweatpants and a plain white T. I looked into the mirror and saw my eyes which bore a downfallen look. My lips were fashioned into a straight line, showing my dull expression. I used my two index fingers to push up my cheeks to make a happy face. Although it didn’t brighten up my spirits, I had to look happy not to make Mattie worry about me.

I dashed out of the bathroom grabbing my mp3 player, putting the plugs into my ears and turned up the music. Bobbing my head up and down with the upbeat music, I put on my socks and running shoes. I headed downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing a morning snack. Usually a girl who was down in the dumps would be seen eating comfort food; I was unable to do so. I jogged around the park, when I thought of something horrible I sprinted, it was like being chased by a monster. But of course, the only monsters found at the park are humans and their pets.

After the short jog, I panted franticly trying to catch my breath. My chest was in pain, my lungs were throbbing, and my knees gave away to the numbness. I wished that this feeling would go away, out of heart, towards a place far, far away where it would not reach me again.

During my teenage years after that incident, my life became a blur, fake illusion. I kept smiling, smiling until my insides hurt. But there was nothing I could do to bring my best friend back by my side. We drifted apart and wondered into our own world.

Tami stuck in her delusion that Tommy loved her wholeheartedly, and I, a doll, shared a fake, friendly smile to the world which is not fair to any person by any means. I put a wall around my own heart and plastered a lovely smile on my face, so the whole world could believe that I was wonderful and gracious by all means.

I could no longer put my faith into anyone anymore, for I was scared of being betrayed and hurt and alone.