skype call → gavs
A laugh escaped from between his chapped lips as Madi spoke, the sound of her voice calming him. He brought his hand to his heart, his mouth gaping in shock as he feigned disappointment. “Wait a second…” he leaned closer to the camera, as if to get a better look, “you’re not Beyonce. Sorry, I think I picked up the wrong call.” He smirked, falling back into the easy pattern of banter that had supported their friendship for so many years. It was comfortable; it was warm, and inviting, and everything else good in the world— Madi’s voice and eyes and smile brought him home. This time, though, seeing her also ignited an intense, aching loneliness in the hollows of his bones, a desire to forget the chaotic politics of his family and return to the simplicity that was Kingston University and Madisen Bilings. “I have all the hours for little ol’ you, Mads, you know that. Although, I might have to jet if I get another call from one of my many suitors. Can’t keep the fans waiting, you know?”
Rolling her eyes over-dramatically and throwing a hand up in disbelief, Madisen tried to fight off her laughter that pressed against the edges of her closed lips. "Please, if I'm not the closest you'll ever get to Beyoncé, than you're delusional," and she let the laughter pour out as soon as she had finished her comeback. The familiarity in his inviting smile was something people took for granted more than they should, something that Madi never did; the way she so easily fell back into a routine that was never overworked with him was welcoming and she was thankful for it. Gavin was honestly the one person she was sure that would never fail to make her smile in a way that was always genuine. "Your any suitors, huh? You make it seem like they're camped outside your doors as if waiting for concert tickets to go on sale," the girl teased. But truth be told, Madisen felt an odd pang of jealousy- though, whether it was for the girls he was spending his time with or the fact that he was in New York itself, was a mystery to her. "Gosh, I missed you..."











