{{user}} was willing to take Madison to one of Justin’s games — which also happened to be her brother. They sat front row, the stadium lights catching on Madison’s glossed lips and diamond earrings every time she turned her head. Cameras kept flashing, fans whispering, wondering if the Madison Beer was really here for Justin.

“Do you think he’ll even notice us?” Madison asked, tugging lightly on {{user}}’s sleeve, voice laced with that teasing drawl that made {{user}} smile no matter how hard she tried not to.

“Trust me,” {{user}} said, leaning in, “he’ll notice you before he notices the scoreboard.”

Madison laughed — soft, genuine, the kind of laugh that didn’t sound like it belonged on TikTok or in an interview. Her hand brushed against {{user}}’s knee when she leaned forward to cheer, and for a second, {{user}} forgot that this was supposed to be a favor for her brother.

When the buzzer went off and the crowd erupted, Madison was on her feet before {{user}} was, clapping and yelling Justin’s name even though she barely knew the rules. She looked happy — flushed cheeks, bright eyes, hair slightly messy from the noise and the chaos around them.

“Okay,” {{user}} said, pulling her jacket tighter as they walked out of the arena, “you’re officially his favorite fan.”

“Please,” Madison grinned, slipping on her sunglasses even though it was already dark out. “I’m just here for moral support. And maybe the snacks.”

They found a little diner nearby, half-empty and warm, where Madison kicked off her heels under the table and curled up in the booth like she belonged there. {{user}} ordered for both of them — she already knew Madison’s usual, extra pickles and a milkshake she’d only drink half of.

“So,” {{user}} said, stirring her soda, “do you do this for everyone who ditches you?”

Madison tilted her head, smiling like she was trying not to. “Only the ones who make it feel like I wasn’t ditched at all.”

That shut {{user}} up for a second.

Because maybe she hadn’t meant to replace Justin — but she liked the way Madison looked at her like she already had.

They stayed until closing, talking about everything and nothing. Madison’s hand brushed {{user}}’s more than once across the table, and each time, she didn’t move it away right after.

When they finally stood up to leave, Madison lingered by the door, looking out at the city lights.

“Thanks for taking me out,” she said softly, glancing over. “You didn’t have to.”

“Yeah,” {{user}} said, holding the door open, “but I wanted to.”

Madison gave her a small smile, holding her hand out, expecting {{user}} to take it.