Summary: Maddy and the reader have always been friends but in recent months, their relationship took of a bit of a turn. Their friendship turned 'business' agreement was fresh and fun but it had the reader questioning where she really stood with her friend.
Maddy only seemed to come around when her and Nate were on one of their 'breaks', never really thinking of the reader once, never taking her feelings into consideration. But when that all comes out, who will Maddy choose? Nate or her best friend?
Song: "Another Love" by Tom Odell
Warnings: Mentions of sex, angst, swearing.
A/n: Hi guys! I've had this idea in my back pocket for a while and figured that this would be something you guys would really enjoy. I think that this idea came from someone but I can't remember who so feel free to mention it in the comments if it was you and I'll edit this and give you credit :)
I know that Maddy was clear that she didn't belong to anyone but I had a hard time believing that.
Nate had a collar around Maddy's throat with his name on it, telling the whole world that she belonged to him and no one else. He was the only person she let order her around, tell her what to do and when to do it and she did it with a smile. She was all about getting praise from him, needing his validation and only his opinion of her mattered.
The only time she ever wavered from Nate's side is when they were broken up. When she was in my bed.
Maddy and I have been friends since we were in grade school, our personalities completely complimenting each other. They say opposites attract and, though I don't think it's always accurate, it was extremely accurate to describe us. She's always been spunky and full of fury and I'm more of the opposite, I have opinions but I've kept them to myself.
But I'm getting tired of keeping my opinions to myself.
You'd think in our years of being friends, getting to know each other down to the tiniest details- our more intimate side of our relationship- that she would've picked up on my feelings for her and that I would've chalked up the guts to talk to her by now.
We had this on and off sexual relationship whenever she wasn't with Nate, her slipping into my bed late at night, tears staining her cheeks as she begged me to distract her. I understand that it wasn't the healthiest situation and it was probably really bad for me considering my heavy, complicated feelings for the girl.
"Where are you going?" I ask, clutching the sheets to my chest as Maddy swings her legs over the side of the bed, my brows pulling together in confusion. She grins at her phone, the light illumination her soft expression as she throws me a look over her shoulder. I know that look anywhere, that was the 'I'm going back to Nate look, thank you for your service' look. She slips on her shirt, gathering her hair up into a hair tie as my shoulders deflate.
"Nate texted me, apologizing." She waves her phone in the air, my jaw gritting at the mention of the idiotic jock. I frown, letting out a deep sigh as she huffs, turning to look at me with slits for eyes. "What? Are you seriously mad cuz you couldn't get off? Do it yourself." She laughs, slipping out of the bed as she pulls her sweatpants up onto her waist.
"Fuck you, Maddy." I hiss, falling back onto the bed with a groan, running my hands over my face. I watch as she places her hands on her hips, turning back to me with a sassy, teasing look that sets me over the edge. "I'm done. I'm out, I can't do this anymore. Go be fucking unhappy with that loser and leave me out of it." Her face falls at my words, her smirk pulling down into a frown as she sits back down onto the bed, crawling to my side. She desperately takes my hand in hers and I know she's already going to try to talk me out of my words but they were set in stone.
"You don't fucking mean that. You're always here for me." She shrugs, repeating the words that I've told her for years on end, but they have no weight to them anymore, they were empty and meaningless.
"I've been here for you. You've just been to consumed with delusion that Nate will suddenly become a good man to realize." I mutter, my eyes flickering up to her sad ones as realization passes over her face. "Go see Nate." Tossing her hand aside, watching as her shoulders fall, her lips part with stuttered, anxious words.
"Can I text you?" She asks hesitantly, my eyes rolling as she slides off of the bed, collecting her things. I send her a nod, but I don't bother taking another glance at her as she scurries out of the room, my eyes fluttering shut before angry tears can slip from them.
