13. afraid // the neighbourhood
"Last night was the worst night of my life! Alex what am I supposed to do?!" I say, pacing back and forth as my phone is leaning up against something and on the kitchen counter.
"I don't know, Madi. You're the one who did this. It sounds like you had fun and you got drunk and you confessed your feelings for a girl and you guys kissed. Simple." He laughs. I groan.
"Don't you get it, Alex?! I. Don't. Like. Girls." I say in a staccato like fashion.
"You're doubting yourself, Madison." He sighs, shaking his head.
"I am not. That's why I left her house in the morning before saying goodbye and I didn't even go to our spot today. Do you realize how much this is going to mess everything up?!" I practically scream at him.
"Woah, woah. Why are we screaming, Madison? Alex, what did you do to your sister?" Calum walks in, basically joining the boat of 'let's all tell Madi that she likes girls and doesn't realize it'.
"She won't believe me when I say that she likes this one girl."
"Well do you?" Calum asks me.
"No." I cross my arms.
"Yes." Alex says at the same time as I do. I frown, giving Alex a dirty look.
"Okay, okay, okay. Now. Tell me what happened. Calmly and only one of you." Calum sighs, sitting down next to Alex at the dinning table.
"Okay. So I met this one girl a month ago when I first got here. I met her maybe like a day or two after I got here. We started hanging out every single day and going to the same places because it seems she has this routine, which I don't mind the routine because it's actually quite calming and relaxing." I pause, laughing a bit to myself as I think about our eventful times out and about. "Anyways, her and her parents invited me to their Fourth of July party at the beach and we sorta got a little drunk, maybe she was wasted? I couldn't tell because I don't remember her acting a lot more drunk than I was, but then we confessed feelings for each other, I guess, and then kissed??" I question to myself because honestly, I know we kissed and I know some telling was done, but I don't like her that way?
"They say drunk words are sober thoughts. Maybe that's the case? Do you remember what you said?" He asks. I shake my head. I really don't remember what I said. I just remember what she said.
"I know that she said that she liked this one girl a lot and she said that the girl had the prettiest green eyes, but she said that it makes her sad that this girl's green eyes are dull and grey-ish." I sigh, frustrated with figuring out what the heck even happened. I don't even know what happened because I was too drunk to remember half of the things I said.
"It sounds like she likes you, Madi." Calum says.
"What? No. I don't have grey-ish green eyes. My eyes are a normal color green." I shake my head. They both look at me concerned and worried.
"Who likes Madi?" My dad asks as he walks in from work. After he walked in, noticing that I was on facetime with Alex and Calum, the two of them leave. "Madison, what's going on?" He asks concerned since he has no idea what's going on. I sigh and then respond after sitting down and rubbing my face.
"So last night, I was with that girl I was talking to Alex about last time him and I facetimed. We have been hanging out since we met and her parents invited me to go to their fourth of July party at the beach. We got drunk, told each other slash confessed things and now I don't even know anymore." I ramble on.
"What did she say to you?" He asks.
"Well, she said she liked this girl with the prettiest green eyes but she said that she was sad that the girl's eyes were a dull grey-ish green." I sigh.
"Oh, Madi." My dad sighs, looking at me worriedly.
"What? Like I told them. My eyes don't have a grey-ish tint. I'm fine."
"Madison. Your eyes are as grey as Michael's were when I first laid eyes on him. That's when the two of us facetimed last before this. Now I'm scared because they almost look as grey as they were when I last saw the eyes I fell in love with. Madi...I..." My dad starts to get worked up, clearly worried about me. The last time my dad saw Michael's eyes was the day he came home to find him almost dead. Next thing I know, my dad is wiping his cheeks. "I want you to come home. I don't want you in LA by yourself. I know you're still in San Francisco right now, but I want you to come home within the next week." He mumbles out as best as he can through his tears.
"But Dad! What about Jess?! What about her?! She's going to be devastated when I leave and she—I can't—I." I stutter as I then get worked up in tears. By this point I'm sobbing over the fact I have to leave her. I've grown so attached to one person these past month and I don't understand how or why. I hear my dad sigh, now not crying anymore.
"Come home for a week at least, okay? Then you can go back to San Francisco or LA. Whichever you choose." He tries to compromise with me and it works. We say goodbye and I book my flight back to Sydney and I start packing my things to leave in the morning. I check the time real quick to see that it was almost 11pm here. So before I start getting deep into packing, I grab my house keys, pull on my shoes and a jacket and go straight to the spot I met Jess.