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twenty

weston//
as I'm smiling and hugging everyone, I turn around to mads to hug her again, but she looks as if she's about to cry.
what happened in the past 5 seconds?
her eyes widen at her screen and she starts to tear up.
I start to go over to her when Luna walks up.
great.
she keeps taking pictures of us, and I just roll my eyes.
she's miserably failing at flirting, and I turn to look at mads to make fun of it, but she's gone.
she's gone.
no. no no no no no.
I look at Ariel and run over to her.
"where's mads?"
she just looks up at me with so much sympathy my heart drops to my stomach.
"she was crying and running to the bathroom."
no.
I dart off, ripping away from Luna's firm grip on me and sprint to the bathroom.
I finally find the hall and turn quick and stand right in front of the girls door.
the sound inside makes me want to break in half.
the sobs from the other side of the door make me burst in, finding Madison on the floor against the wall, bawling her eyes out.
I run up to her and engulf her in a hug.
I rock her back and forth, making her sons stop, but she's still crying.
"hey, princess, look at me."
she slowly let's her eyes meet mine, and I put a piece of hair behind her ear.
"th-they all h-h-hate me wes..." she says, sniffing.
"hey, it doesn't matter what they think, you're beautiful to me."
"are you sure?"
"of course, baby. why would I not."
"because they also said I'm not good enough for you."
anger courses through my veins.
I can not believe my supporters treated her like this.
this is my life, not theirs.
I take every once of courage in me, and put my fingers under her chin, smashing her lips to mine.
"you're way more than good, baby girl. you're perfect."