Nathan James was an immature piece of shit. Although, he does, believe it or not, have a heart.
"I heard Nathan comforted you after your tantrum in the hallway the other day." Maddie stuck a French fry into her mouth, looking at her sister with wide eyes. Mackenzie shrugged, moving around the chicken on her plate with her fork.
"Yeah." She looked up at her sister, "It wasn't a tantrum, though. You of all people would know that." Maddie rolled her eyes at her sister's remark.
"Whatever. You're more of a drama queen now than I am." She snapped, setting the ketchup down in the center of the table. "Anyway, what are your thoughts on him? Are you gonna give him a second chance?"
"I don't know."
"What do you know?"
Mackenzie scoffed, pushing her plate out in front of her. "Nothing. I know absolutely nothing!" She exclaimed, flailing her arms out.
"Woah, what'd I miss?" Maddie was taken back at her sister's sudden outburst, nearly dropping her glass.
"Brooklyn has a girlfriend."
Maddie's surprised expression fell into a concerned one, as she hopped off her chair, and walked over towards Mackenzie.
"Mackenzie, I'm sorry." She wrapped her arms around her younger sibling, pulling her into a hug. "He probably just wants to make you jealous."
"I doubt it." Mackenzie pulled away from their hug. "He seems to really like her, and there's nothing I can do about it."
"Sure there is."
"You have to talk to him, Mackenzie." Maddie gave her a stern look, as she rested her hand on her hip.
"Ew, you look like mom when you do that."
"Shut up," Maddie cut her off, "you have to talk to Brooklyn, I don't care if he wants nothing to do with you. You get your tiny ass up and you talk to him right now."
Mackenzie sighed, hopping off her chair. "I have to tell him I have feelings for him?"
"Yes, you'll be fine." She reassured her, nearly pushing her towards the front door.
Mackenzie slipped on a pair of moccasins and a hoodie, walking out the door.
"Maddie, I swear to god if this doesn't work,"
"It will! Have fun." Maddie shut the door behind her, "but not too much fun."
She walked down the block, her mind racing with a million things she could possibly say to get her out of this situation. She hated things like this. These types of things are what triggered her anxiety, and she could hardly breathe as she walked up his driveway.
Her dainty hand teacher up and knocked on the front door. She stood back on her heals, looking down at her hands.
Her gaze went from her fingers to Brooklyn, who looked completely disheveled. He was in a plain white undershirt, and a pair of blue plaid boxers. His chocolate brown hair was flopped on the wrong side, and the bags under his eyes made it seem as if he was sleep deprived; but damn, he made it look good.
"Hi." She spoke quietly, afraid he'd hear her thoughts.
"What are you doing here?" His voice cracked, raspy, as if he hadn't spoke in seven months.
"Can I come in?" Mackenzie asked, and he nodded, allowing her inside. "I, I just think we need to have a talk."
"Okay, about?" He walked past her, going up the stairs. He motioned for her to follow, which she did.
"I don't know. Us? I guess." She shrugged, following him into his room. The two of them say on his bed, facing each other.
"What do you mean us? We're just friends, aren't we?" He seemed confused, and Mackenzie wanted to slap him.
"Yeah.." Her voice became softer. "That's what I wanted to talk about." He didn't say anything this time, just waited for her to continue. "I, I think I like you, Bridge."
"I think I like you too?" His eyebrows furrowed, "where are you going with this?"
"God, Brooklyn, you don't get it." Mackenzie shook her head, running her hands through her hair. "I like-like you."
His facial expression softened, and he scratched the back of his neck. He stood up, walking to the other side of the room, then back, four times, before sitting back down.
"I don't know what to do with that."
She gulped, her eyes gazing back down to her lap, where she fiddled with her fingers.
"I figured you say something like that." She replied softly, afraid of what would come next.
"I'm kind of seeing someone right now." He added, playing with his own fingers.
"I know, it's a horrible time to just come out and say it. I don't want to break you two apart, but I also didn't want things to get weird between us and –"
"Well you just made it weird."
She could feel her stomach drop. "I'm sorry."
"Whatever, this couldn't have been at a worse time." Brooklyn snapped, throwing Mackenzie over the edge.
"Fine, it's fine. I'm sorry, okay? I'll just leave, and come back when you're not on your man period." Mackenzie stood up, walking out of her bedroom and letting herself out the front door.
yo long time no write
i had no clue where I wanted to go w thjs so