Madison was your childhood best friends. You knew everything about each other, even more then you knew about yourself. Every single relationship either one of you have been in, your friendship with each other, have been one of the breaking points. Neither of you saw why though.

All through high school people had asked you if you were dating, but the answer was always no. Even each of your parents questioned it, but to you, you and Madison were simply the best of friends. That was at least until last year when she broke up with her boyfriend and you ended up sharing a small kiss. It was at a party, a drunken mistake that you both agreed on shouldn’t have happened, which you moved on from. Or at least said you moved on from.

Right now you were hanging out in her house. She was cooking dinner like you did every weekend, dancing around the kitchen while singing along to the music that was blasting. You watched her with a smile as you sipped your beer.

“You’re cute.” The words slipped out before you had the chance to stop them. Madison turned towards you, frowning in confusion, luckily for you, she missed the comment.

“What? Sorry?” You shook your head quickly, trying to come up with an excuse. She looked at you in anticipation, holding the spatula in her hand while her hips were swaying to the beat.

“I said; you look like a fruit.” You mentally winced at the bad lie as Madison cracked a smile and turned back to the stove. She could clearly tell that was a lie, but decided to let it go as she chuckled to herself.

“That doesn’t even make any sense.”