☯ - pick whoever you want!
☯ - what my muse says to yours after they haven’t spoken for five hours since a fight - Jakison.
Madison was never one to back down from a fight. When she fiercely believed in something, she would stand by her reasoning until she was red in the face. It often led to a lot tension between her and whoever her adversary was, usually Mason when he insisted on doing something she absolutely did not approve of. Eventually Mason would relent and give in to his sister’s request, knowing she only wanted the best for him at the very end, even if her methods were always just a tad too cautious for him to fully appreciate at first.
However, when Madison began to go out with Jake, she met someone who was as equally stubborn as her. He would meet her argument with one of his own, and as much as he loved her, he wasn’t willing to just roll over to appease her. It was frustrating for Madison, albeit exciting. She had met her match, and he was just as infuriating as her when he wanted to be.
That afternoon, the two had gotten into another one of their arguments, the tiny girl’s fists balled at her side as she shouted at Jake. Like always, he didn’t give in so easily, and this resulted in one of Madison’s infamous techniques - the silent treatment. She would just ignore him until he eventually gave in, and all would be well. The only problem was that the minutes turned into hours, and there was no apology in sight.
She bit down on her bottom lip as she glanced down at her phone, hoping and wishing for a text from Jake after they both cooled down that would say how sorry he was and how much he wanted to see her. A text never came, though, and Madison began to worry that this fight would be their unraveling. Before she could stop herself, she got up from her bed and put on her shoes, grabbing the car keys from the table. She bolted towards the car in the garage, just needing to see him.
It didn’t take too long for her to get to his place, even though to her it felt like years - miles and miles keeping the two apart from each other. She ended up in front of his door, her hand poised to knock, almost losing her nerve but forcing herself to knock three times before she took a step back, arms folded across her chest. Jake opened the door and peered down at his girlfriend, fear swimming in her vulnerable green eyes. However, the look on her face contradicted her gaze, trying to keep up her streak of unrelenting.
“I’m not going to apologize first,” Madison informed him as she stood her ground, though she knew that by coming to see him, she had already partially apologized.
