**A/N** PLEASE READ:
PLEASE RE-READ THE LAST PART IN CHAPTER 4. YOU WILL SEE A CHANGE.
(The last part's in italics. Hint HINT HINT HINT. Gosh.) Anyways, this is a small part. So we're back to halfies.
PS: SEX SCENE WITHIN THIS SHORT CHAPTER.
“Wake up, Madison. Wake. Up. Wake up. WAKE UP!” A voice yelled, and then he jumped on
me. I squealed and groaned as the heavy weight was slammed onto my stomach. I opened my
eyes groggily and shoved him off of me.
“Gage, what the hell?” I croaked. He grinned at me. “Thy beauty is awake!”
“Go choke on your balls.” I snapped.
“Ouch. Anyways,” he rolled on top of me again and propped his head on his elbows, looking me
straight in the eye in all seriousness. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
I blinked. Was he serious?
“I just saw you like…thirty minutes…ago…what time is it?” I blinked again, trying to regain focus. He
shrugged. “Madison I haven’t seen you in like, four days. I’ve been getting lai-ay-aye-d,” he sang. I
narrowed my eyes at him, ignoring the last comment. “No…you were just in here…” I trailed off. He
was, wasn’t he?
“Whatever you say.” he clucked his tongue and looked around, “Whatever you say…”
Then I realized something.
“How the hell did you get in my bedroom?” I squeaked.
He blinked a couple times.
“Oh! Grandma gave me a spare,” he said, digging into his pocket and taking out a black key.
“She said it was an extra for you…but I’m gonna keep it anyways,” he grinned like a boy in a candy
shop. I scowled.
“No you’re not. Get off of me, pervert.” I snapped. He didn’t.
“No, you.” he mumbled.
“How does that even make sense?” I muttered.
“Your face!” he yelled, getting off of me and running out the door.
What.
The.
Hell?
I’m so confused.
I grabbed my Droid and flipped over my contacts until I hit Oliver’s number. I slammed on the send
button, pressing SPEAKER and put the phone down next to me on my bed as I started to shove my
sock off.
“Hello?” A very tired and cracked Oliver voice said. I would’ve snorted if I weren’t so fucking
FREAKED OUT.
“Oliver, what did we do yesterday?” I asked him slowly, looking down at my now sockless foot.
There was no nail polish.
WHAT.
THE.
HELL? Oliver spoke up again after a couple moments of moving around.
“We were watching a movie, and then you passed out when Severin was about to shoot that one
cop with the af-”
“How did I end up in my bed?” I cut him off. My head was spinning.
Was that all a dream with Gage?
“Oh, I dragged your fat ass to your room. By the way, how much do you weig-”
“Thanks, bye!” I said quickly and pressed END CALL.
I was so confused.
Why would I dream about Gage? Especially with something like that? I mean I guess Gage was my
conscience, but then theres the other thing.
What if he was right?
***A/N***
Hahaha GOT YOU.(: NO SEX SCENE. Just...writing. <3
I hope you aren't mad. But really, that'd be so crazy. Who would she do that with? Plus, it says PG-13. It would've been R.(:
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