𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 🍔

             krystal knew he had his pick of girls, how couldn’t he ?? madden was funny and charming and insanely good looking. he was the kind of guy that girls would die to be with and krystal, well, she was just krystal.                                                      she had a bad track record with exes, they’d all hurt her in one way or another. had the tendency of being a hopeless romantic until her heart was beaten and now relationships seemed like a foreign  and scary place. madden was her best friend, he was MADDEN and there couldn’t be anything between them. there just couldn’t.                         “oh we don’t ??” she asks smugly, taking another handful of cheese and throwing at him cheekily, her eyes are narrowed in on him as she caught the scolding frown. for one second, one tiny second her heart skipped a beat.   and that’s when her eyes go wide, her jaw drops and as quick as he’s shoving the pepperoni up her nose she’s blowing air out hard to remove it.   “ew !!” she squeals before playfully pushing him, laughter soon returning as she shakes her head.   “i hate you so much”  but it’s the way she says it that gives away that she doesn’t. she couldn’t.

                  she was comfortable around him in ways not many people had the pleasure of easing her, she never felt self conscious or hyper aware of herself or what she was saying or doing because she knew he wouldn’t judge her. she was able to get lost in a moment, he offered her a child like freedom.                           anyone saw it from the outside, how her smile glittered and her eyes were sparkling but she failed to admit it to herself because how silly would it be to be in love with your best friend ??                                                                                 “i’ll do what i want thank you very much zaleski,” she says in a sassy little tone before he’s reaching for the sauce and quickly you see her eyes go wide,  “oh my god don’t you dare,” she warns before it’s being sent her way. flying straight to her nose before the red is wiping it off with her fingertips and reaching out and wipe the sauce across his own cheek.    “do you know how rude you are ??” the question is empty of any or all malice due to the fluttering laughter lacing her every word,  “after all i do for you,” muses the singer taking a fist full of cheese to throw at him.

                   the gasp had her giggling even harder, the happiness and pure enjoyment of the moment taking all insecurities away at how close they were. normally her palms would get clamy and her heart rate would start to flutter but she was too caught up to focus on the proximity of their bodies.                     “oh have i ??” she asks in this taunting little voice before his hand is placed on her cheek to rub the excess egg over the skin.    “mads !!” she exclaims leaning back away from him as he held on to her, but she’s laughing through it all.   “—yeah well…” she starts before grabbing a little big of flour from the counter and sprinkling it over him.

         honestly, it probably was NOTHING like having eight brothers because for the most part her and her sisters got along. there were fights and cattiness but she couldn’t imagine having the family madden had.   “–that’s sister erasure and sisters can be evil,” she defends, though she’s not exactly defending anything as she scrunches up her nose at him.                      “ is mister madden really tryin’ to call my bluff ??” questions the red head with that thick english accent  coating every word,  “choices, bad choices,” she giggles before standing on her tippy toes to crack the head on top of his head with this silly laugh and goofy grin as she watched the yolk trickle down.  

                her fighting words were all in play, there was no weight to them and anyone that knew her knew that her love language was playful teasing and empty insults.    “it’s a cold world out there mads you gotta be,” she chuckles peaking over to him.                                           her brows raise as he speaks,  “two sisters outweighs any brothers they were demons,” she challenges taking a step back as he approached her with the flower in hand. her teeth bite down on her lesser, tiny little giggles spilling from her lips as the singer got trapped between madden and the cabinets.   reaching over she grabs the nearest food item, an egg, and holds it up in a returned but silent threat.   “destroy me madden, do it.”

                  her eyes are focused on him and that silly little smile is yet to fade,  “–yes you,” she states with a solid nod but the teasing grin and sparkle in her eyes just gives her away.   “good that is music to my ears,” jokes the brunette, her laughter sweet like honey as she lazily rests herself against the counter top.                           she knew it was useless trying to make sense of all the hidden meanings behind friendly banter, the flutter in her chest when he smiled and how she couldn’t stop replaying their memories like old home movies.          “oh yeah ?? and what are you gonna do if i do ??” threatens the singer picking up a piece of the dough.

              there was something, just this little something, that made her a little embarrassed doing things wrong in front of him. like a school girl around her crush all she wanted to do was impress him and cooking ( clearly ) wasn’t her strength. but she’s still got this bright, goofy smile plastered on her lips as she stands there beside him. easily and without question she could spend days with him and not notice the time.                                          “okay now you’re just being mean,” she said through this girlish laughter, fingers still trying to roll out the dough.  “maybe i’ll just dress you in dough to see how you like it,” muses the brunette in a returned tease but by god was she radiating. it wasn’t even by choice, she couldn’t help the way she glowed a little brighter the second she was with him.

“ you better wear these. love you bunches, gen xx " 

“ hope you’re having a fantastic christmas! love, adella. "