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Episode 14

“Hello, Harry,” she whispers, getting up and
embracing me.

“Madison, what are you doing here?” I’m
shocked. I have no idea why she would be
here, I thought I made it pretty clear that
we couldn’t see each other, since I was
moving to Kentucky.

“I missed you, silly! You can’t just up and
leave your best friend in New York and not
expect me to follow.” she laughs, hugging
me tighter. I’ve tried to forget about
Madison. We’ve been friends since I moved
to NYC. I had… well, still have, a big crush
on her, but ever since she got a boyfriend it
was pretty clear he was a keeper for her.
“Very true, but you know how much I
wanted to move,” I tell her. I was hoping
that if I moved away from her, my existing
feelings would just vanish, and they had…

up until she showed up.

“I know, Harry, but still you’re my best
friend, and I miss you.” she smiles, finally
letting go.

“How did you get in my house?” I have to
ask. I look around, expecting to see a
broken window, but thankfully there isn’t
one.

“The door was unlocked,” she simply replies.

She starts to head towards the kitchen, so I
follow. Madison has always been the type to
make herself at home; she’s very open
about things and pretty much just says what
she want. She doesn’t really have a filter.
“Are you hungry?” I say, coming up behind
her.

“A little, we can make dinner later though.”

I wonder how long she is planning on
staying. “It’s a nice house, kind of old, but
still really cool.” her hazel eyes scan the
kitchen as she runs her hands along the
granite counters. Her long blackish-brown
hairs is in loose curls, a few strands are
covering her flawless tan skin.

“It’s got character,” I say, shaking my head.
Madison is a very distracting girl. Her
beauty catches any guy’s attention, and her
personality is almost perfect. She’s girlfriend
material.
“Yeah… Oh, and by the way, I put my stuff
in the guest bedroom. I hope that’s okay,”
she tells me.

“Yeah, that’s fine- wait, which guest
bedroom?” I ask, raising a brow.

She smiles sweetly before saying, “The one
upstairs.” As soon as she says that, I sprint
towards the living room and head for the
staircase. “Is everything alright?” I can her
Madison following closely behind. I ignore
her and take the steps two at a time. “Harry,
what’s wrong?” I feel her hand touch my
shoulder.

“The bedroom is old and dusty, I wouldn’t
want you up here,” I lie, and continue my
way up the steps.

Once I reach the door, I walk in with a
slight hesitation. I spot her bags on the
ground, she must have brought her whole
apartment. I grab a handful and she does
the same.

“Are you sure it’s not alright for me to stay
in here?” I have no idea why she even
wants to claim this room as her own, since
there is a thick layer of dust covering
everything.

“Did I mention there’s rats?” as soon as the
words leave my lips, she screams and runs
down the steps. “Works every time,” I
mutter to myself. I shut the door behind me
and drag her bags down the steps and to the
other guest bedroom that’s located right
across from mine.

“Is the whole house infested with rats?” she
screeches, fright written all over her face.

“No, just that room.” hopefully she’ll believe
it. She nods her head before placing her
bags on the bed. “So how long on you
planning on staying?” I ask, eyeing her bags.

She hesitates for a minute before saying,
“I’m not really for sure… I was hoping for a
while though.” she looks down almost
ashamed, a sad expression taking over her
beautiful face.

“Is everything alright?” Madison has always
been this happy, giddy girl everybody loves-
you hardly see her down.

“Not really,” she admits, sitting down on her
new bed.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, sitting down beside
her. She shifts a bit before facing me.

“It’s James. W-we broke up.” Madison’s
head hangs low as a tear runs down her
cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay, he’s a jerk,” I tell her.

She lets out a laugh before saying, “Yeah.

Too bad I didn’t know that two years ago.”

“What happened between you two?” they
seem like the perfect couple; they just fit, it
was like they were meant to be.

“He cheated,” she simply says, throwing her
hands up.

“With who?” she stands up, shaking her
head.
“It would be easier to tell you the girls that
he hasn’t slept with!” her face turns red, the
tears no longer in sight as rage takes over.

“I just don’t get how I didn’t know! I was so
stupid, all the signs where there,” she scolds
herself. I’m not really sure if I should tell
her it wasn’t her fault, or that she’s not
stupid… but I think it would be better for
her to get it out of her system. “He was
cheating on me for a year! A freaking
twelve months and I didn’t know!” Her
hands go in different directions as she paces
the room. I’m worried she might burn a
hole at the rate she’s going. “Harry, am I
stupid for not knowing? For not seeing the
signs?” She finally stops pacing as she
stands before me.

“No, you weren’t, everybody thought you
guys were in love,” I tell her the truth. Even
I thought they would grow up and get
married and have adorable little Madison
and james babies, but I guess that’s all
bullshit now.

“Really? So I wasn’t dumb to believe he
actually had feelings for me?”

I stand up, grabbing her face and saying,
“No, you weren’t.” the urge to kiss her,
since we are already so close in proximity,
is weighing on me. My body says kiss her
but my mind screams bad idea. Just as I
think she’s thinking the same thing, I hear
a crashing noise coming from upstairs.

We both pull away, our attention directed
upwards.

“What was that?” fear is written all over her
beautiful face, and I know there’s no way I
can tell her that a ghost lives in my house
and she so happens to not like me. “Harry?

What’s going on? What was that noise?”
“I-I… uh…” This is really bad.


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