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[sshqmadison-blog]

Texts 📲 McTwins

MADISON: So I was scrolling Instagram during my study hall.

MADISON: It would appear congratulations are in order.

MADISON: Or should I just leave a comment like your 400 closest followers?

[gleerpconfessions]

Monte's Mason (@mcmasonhq) at @somethingspecialhq is absolutely my favorite Mason in the community! He has such depth and the perfect amount of sweetness vs sass. Monte is such a wonderful writer and the SSHQ dash is so blessed and excited to have him in our group!            

[sshqmadison-blog]

TEXT 📱 McTwins

MADISON: I think you made mother nature mad with all of your "over winter" talk.

MADISON: It's going to snow again this weekend.

MADISON: But as such, I'm proposing a pajama party/movie marathon. I'll let you pick the theme.

[sshqmadison-blog]

WHO: Madison and Mason @mcmasonhq WHAT: Twin sibs bonding WHERE: McCarthy home WHEN: Wednesday, March 13, evening

If she were honest, Madison was pretty upset with herself. It had been three weeks since she’d fought with Mason over his acceptance to NYU. It hadn’t been quite radio silence between them. After all, they lived together, cheered together, had a couple of the same classes, and had glee club together. But things were far from the same. Awkward, distant, at times a little chilly was a far cry from a bond Madison once swore was close enough to have twin telepathy - developed before they learned to talk, naturally. Regardless, fixing it was on her. She had been in the wrong, a fact that had taken a few days to fully settle in, so she had to make the first move. Could it be that hard?  Surely a bond like they’d had all their lives couldn’t be completely ruined over one fight. But still, approaching with a peace offering couldn’t hurt, could it? 

Despite never claiming to be a great cook, Madison had mastered a few items in the kitchen, and one was snickerdoodle cookies. Who wouldn’t know how to make their brother’s favorite cookie, right? She kept an eye down the hall, not wanting to be caught in the act. The smell alone had the potential to give her away, but if she was lucky, Mason was burning a candle and be none the wiser. Once they were just cool enough to not burn the roof of one’s mouth (figured by taste test, of course), she plated them up and headed down the hall.

She knocked at his door as she peeked inside. “I made cookies, your favorite” Madison offered in greeting, nodding to the plate in front of her. “Can we talk for a minute? If you’re not too busy?”