( 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗌. , 𝗍𝗓𝗉 🦅 )

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
help me

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
sorry who's this

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
bitch i'm not in the mood
for this AT ALL

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
i'm spending the night at the
hughes lake house

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
bro i seriously don't know
who this is

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
are you fucking mental?????

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
IM HAVING A CRISIS HERE

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
uh sorry i might have to
block

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
u know what fuck u go die

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
DAMN CHILL

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
can't even joke these days

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
.

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
ok well anyway

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
soooo where will u be sleeping

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
in the spare bedroom

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
sad, i was hoping for a one
bed trope

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
???????????

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
🙄

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
why are u panicking tho

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
bc i'm sleeping under the same
roof as the guy who dumped me
six months ago

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
oh right the dumping part

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
just relax, lock ur door and gts

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
june offered to lend me her
comfortable clothes should i
ask her for it

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
yes

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
and try not to accidentally stumble
into trevor's room and fall into
his bed

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
i really hope u lose ur talking
rights

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
would still be able to text x

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
ok??? goodnight ig

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
thank you (no) for ur
help (bitchness)

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
yeah goodnight to u too

𝘁𝘇𝗽 🦅
don't sleep with ur ex!

𝗺𝗮𝗱𝘀.
.

𝕸adeleine sighs loudly and knocks on June's closed door, cringing slightly when she realises that the brunette could might as well be asleep.

A long moment passes and when there's still no response, she knocks again.

"June, are you asleep!", she yells through the door, hoping the girl is just busy and not actually sleeping otherwise Maddie would feel so much worse about disturbing her.

A second of silence and then . . .

"No! One second!".

She exhales, stepping back in relief.

The door flings open and there stands June, her shirt hastily buttoned up all wrong, hair slightly disheveled — it seems like she tried to tame it down — and skin flushed.

One look at her friend and Madeleine is already cursing herself inside for being such a bother.

"Oh, uhm. Can I get the clothes you offered?".

June blinks, "Yeah, sure. Just a shirt though because the shorts aren't your size".

She smiles quietly, "That's fine".

"I'll go get it".

June retreats, leaving the door only slightly ajar and though Madeleine doesn't mean to pry she spots a pair of white airforces sitting idly by the bed.

Oh.

Pursing her lips to contain her laughter, the blonde waits as June ruffles around the room before returning with a worn out white graphic t-shirt.

"It's Luke's but I promise it's the softest thing you'll ever wear".

Madeleine gratefully accepts it and lingers there.

"I should've probably texted you before knocking. Or called. My bad".

June frowns, "No, it's fine. I wasn't busy".

"Really?".

"Yeah?".

"Oh, well—", she's cut off by the sound of a very clear "Shit" echoing from inside the room.

And just like that, June's entire face goes red.

It's really so difficult to not laugh.

Maddie watches June glance back with a glare then turn back, "Sorry to disturb".

June vigorously shakes her head.

"It's nothing, I swe—".

"I won't tell anyone, promise. Thanks for the shirt".

June nods, fidgeting with the ends of her hair.

"It really is nothing".

Madeleine smiles a knowing smile.

"I know. Goodnight".

"Goodnight", she mumbles and shuts the door, allowing Maddie to walk back into her room with a smile, quickly change into the shirt — it really is the softest thing she's ever touched plus it falls right above her knees so it's the perfect thing to wear to bed? God bless you, Luke and June — and exits the room to go to the hallway bathroom.

She's about to pull on the doorknob when the door is pulled open from the inside and a very bed ready Trevor steps out, the dim light coming from the bathroom the only light filtering the hallway.

His shorts hang low on his hips and the grey tshirt he's wearing rides up a bit when he rubs the back of his head, unfocused eyes eventually settling on Maddie to take her wide gaze in.

He stops right outside the bathroom door.

Has his tattoo sleeve always looked so . . . . tempting?

His eyes fall down to the hem of her tshirt, slowly dragging up her body as he takes her in, distracted glance quickly flickering over the wisps of her fringe gently framing her face.

She swallows, side stepping him to get into the bathroom and away from him.

But he, unsurprisingly, has other plans.

"Who's shirt is that?".

She stops, looking up at him but he continues staring at the tshirt covering her body.

"Luke's. June gave it to me. Said it's the softest thing ever and I agree".

She couldn't tell you why she adds the last line but somehow, it feels necessary to make it known.

His eyes snap to hers and slowly he narrows his gaze.

"I have better shirts than that. I could get you one if you want".

She tilts her head, "Why do you care?".

"Why not? My shirts are definitely better than Luke's. I just want you to have the best".

"Best what?".

"Uh", he rubs the side of his nose, "best shirt, obviously. So that you're comfortable".

"I like this one just fine".

She goes to move again but he stops her.

"You do know that Jack's in there with her?".

Madeleine rolls her eyes.

"Yes, Trevor. I'm not that oblivious. But how do you know?".

He shrugs, "I heard him leave his room".

"It could've been Alex?".

Trevor snorts.

"Nah. Alex is definitely passed out on the bed right now".

"Okay, fine. Good for him. Good for you. Good for Jack. Now let me—".

"We should talk about this".

She rears back.

"About what?".

He shrugs again, raking a hand through his oh so inviting hair.

"About what we're going to do to get June and Jack together".

"They're already together", Maddie deadpans.

"No, like—", he scrunches up his nose and she looks away for fear of bringing unnecessary memories back, God he's a walking reminder of everything she'd rather forget, "They're not together the way they're supposed to be together. They're supposed to date, get engaged, get married, have a lot of babies and make me the godfather of at least one. Oh, and they're also going to name one of their children after me, could be a middle name could be a first name. I'm not sure yet".

Madeleine openly gawks at him, trying to figure out why he's babbling about this to her.

Also, what the fuck? June's still in college!

"I'm really only here for the bathroom", she helplessly gestures towards the half open door.

Trevor sighs as if whatever he's saying is something they're supposed to be born with? Like it's an eternal truth? What?

"What I mean is that, since we both understand how great they are together, we're the only ones who can get them to . . . y'know date. I'm saying let's team up".

"No".

"I thought you cared about this?", he groans.

"Yeah, I do. But I'm not here to meddle in anyone's private life".

He gives her a look which is enough to shut her up because he knows damn well that she's already plotting to get them to admit their very real feelings for each other.

She sighs, fully entering the bathroom and turning to look at him.

"Go to sleep, Trevor".

And then she slams the door on his face.

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