It’s so good to be by your side
If someone had told Madoc that Robin Griffin would be calling him that night then he would have laughed straight in their face. It had been years since the two of them actually talked for more than 30 seconds, no so much as a "how have you been" or a "how's your day going" even as they passed each other in the halls day after day. It was something Madoc felt best not to think about often, after all, she had been his best friend. For most of his life he thought that they'd be friends forever, every day he looked forward to that familiar face, that pretty blonde hair and gorgeous smile. And now it was like all that just belonged to a stranger now. One who was popular and outgoing, who he often noticed sneaking into her house late on the weekends while he was perched by his window playing whatever video game he was fixed on that night. They had definitely grown apart, and it was something he'd accepted, bitterly, but accepted nonetheless. But here he was, rushing around his room to find a t-shirt and yank on a pair of jeans before rushing out the door. Thankfully, his parents never really asked questions as they were used to their son never doing anything worth questioning.
It went without saying that Madoc had never been to one of the Miller's notorious parties, but one of his best friends lived just around the corner so the two often heard the rager from a few houses down. It had always been an annoyance, but thankfully tonight, he knew exactly where to help Robin. There was a nervous tightness in his stomach as he drove down the quiet streets, attempting to not get too worried. She sounded awfully drunk and he definitely didn't want anything bad to happen to her, but he also wondered what people would say if they saw Madoc show up. He was definitely a nobody, one he was certain would get thrown out if the host of the party happened to notice him which definitely wasn't helping the anxiety building up in him.
"Breath." Madoc told himself just as he parked across the street, cutting the engine before gripping the wheel tightly. "Just in and out, it wont be a big deal." After taking a few deep breaths, he stepped out of his car and made his way towards the front door. There was an immediate cringe as he opened the door, the music pounding through the speakers and the buzzing voices filling the room. He attempted to not stare at the couple making out against the coat closet door just as he walked in, head shaking with a slight grimace as he pushed past and through the crowd, attempting to ignore the stares. It was easier said than done, anyone who spotted him had to know he was out of place, and his awkward smiles and averting eyes definitely didn't help. However, he felt relief rushing through him when he noticed the blonde perched on the couch, sipping from a red cup as she chatted away towards some girl that looked as if she had passed out. Sighing heavily, he walked over, forcing a frinedly smile onto his lips despite how uncomfortable he felt. "Hey, Robin, you ready to go?" There was a hopefulness in his voice, a mix between hoping she wouldn't fight him on it and cause a scene, and another in fear that she would forget she even called him and he'd just wind up embarrassed in front of everyone.
