The aftermath of Madison’s concert was a blur to say the least.

Madison’s manager, {{user}}, aka always paranoid about every risky little thing Madison does was trailing behind Madison, fixing up her hair for her, checking things off under her breath, which made Madison laugh to say the least. The singer suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned around, causing {{user}} to halt and crash her face into her neck, she looked up, an annoyed expression on her face.

“{{user}}. I’m pretty sure i’m doing great right now. Greater than you anticipated. You’re more nervous than I am.” Madison tilted her head, her fingers coming up to brush some of her hair away from her face, her fingers coming down to softly tug on her bottom lip, grinning at her with all pearly whites.

“Anything could go wrong Mads, I just want this to be the best concert for you.” {{user}} swatted her hand away from her lip, fixing her posture and standing back up a little better. “By the way, your boyfriend is going to be here in—“ {{user}} spoke a little too soon, because Justin was already there, arm wrapped around Madison in all his 6’6 glory.

Madison giggled, and {{user}}’s blood boiled, but she tried to simmer the feeling down as she gave her a little too sweet smile that no one could detect was fake. “Guess he showed up before I can finish my sentence.” She mumbled under her breath, her brows raising to her forehead as she did, walking away to Madison’s desk, blocking out all sounds of Justin and Madison giggling and laughing together.

Madison and {{user}}’s dynamic were merely just being all professional. So why was it every time {{user}} had to mention Madison’s boyfriend’s name, she said it with such bitterness?

She was too caught up in her thoughts, writing mindlessly on her notepad when she felt a familiar warmth behind her, Madison’s small frame capturing {{user}}’s equally small frame, her breath ghosting over her neck. Wasn’t she just with Justin?

{{user}} pried herself free from Madison and turned around. “You need to take a break? Or anything? Come on, just let me know.” {{user}} immediately got back into her working headspace, trying to block out her thoughts of jealousy.

“No, no no—“ Madison chuckled, her laugh breathy and airless, “No. You just relax. I could stand up better than you could and i’m the one on stage.” She teased, following {{user}} further backstage.

“Come on, {{user}}, take a breather.”

The singer’s arm wrapped effortlessly around her hips, “You always tell me to.”

God, she was so screwed and so utterly in love.