chamomile
frond-shaped
outfit. xx | mood. mildly annoyed/hopeless
"beautiful things happen when you distance yourself from negativity." - unknown
After her very brief interaction with Aivree, there was nothing more she wanted than ending the night with a nice shower and a soft bed. Madeleine returned back to her dorm alongside the other blonde babe, Vivienne. Oddly, she was dead quiet during the slow journey. The silence she produced was... uncommonly eerie, alongside the intense gaze of interest she had on the floors compared to anything else.
Did someone talk to her? She couldn't tell. Her thoughts was scattered in different directions. But the topic deserving most concern was her sour mood due to a certain male with questionable intentions and a mandatory date with her.
It was rare to catch Madeleine like this, hating on someone or something so strongly. And she was angry that she was negative. She was angry that these feelings are the cause of conflicts. They are feelings that could hurt someone of bring them down. Nothing, and she means nothing, beneficial comes along with being this way.
That's why she was never that kind of person. No, she was the happy one and she will have it stay that way.
[SIZE= 12px]The shower seemed to ease her nerves and refresh her mind with something less stressful. Say, the scent of her skin as she slipped into her simple night wear. As soon as everyone else settles in, and her roommate was with her, Maddie had the laptop with her sitting on the bed. Her eyes darts around, reading in rushed manner but fully silent. [/SIZE]
[SIZE= 12px]Emails of teacher notes, pen pal messages, music blogs subscriptions- she paused. There it was, the email on the subject of 'Date Plans' sent by none other than the devil himself-- Justin McAdams.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 12px]You're exaggerating, one voice said. Another responded in a firm, shut up.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 12px]She opens it then audibly groans out her frustration, shoulders slumped and a frown interlaced itself on her countenance. Maddie stopped midway, and glanced above the horizon of her laptop where her roommate sat, doing presumably roommate things.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 12px]Maddie moves her device aside and leaned backwards, supported by her arms. She was tempted to ask the question. She can't just ignore the feelings right? But it was crass and something she wouldn't talk about. She bit her bottom lip and quickly decided.[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 12px]"Hey Viv," she began, "I'm sorry if this is direct, but uh, do you think Justin's a dickhead?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 12px]She stopped, then took a deep breath. "I've just been- I mean- I need to talk to somebody about this. I haven't even met the guy and I'm already hatin' him. You know what I mean?"[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 12px]"I don't want to hate him and I don't want to go on the date. I don't know how to handle this!"[/SIZE]
[SIZE= 12px]In a fit of hopelessness and inability to handle her own exasperation, Maddie collapses herself on her sheets. "Help me. He sent me an email."[/SIZE]
tags // @Aster
location // AASAD to Their Room
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