Maddie Johnson (returninspades) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2013-02-15 02:08:00 |
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Befriending someone under the age of ten – if that's what one called accepting a finger-painting, that is – was unheard of for Maddie Johnson. Stranger than that, though, was the fact that she didn't completely mind it. The majority of her aversion to kids was usually brought on because kids liked to scream and cry and throw tantrums, as well as asking an endless string of questions. While Ledger did do the latter, the former wasn't something she'd witnessed. Thus, her willingness to meet up and accept the little present the boy had made for her. It was the first time anyone that young had been eager to be her friend. It was cute, but at the same time... Maddie wasn't sure how the hell to react. Knowing how old Vienna was had made Maddie see the other woman in a different light. There was only a small age gap there, whereas previously Maddie had assumed Vienna was much, much older. The kid was what made her blind to the woman's age. Vienna didn't look old, but having a kid around was what separated the troublemaker from the responsible adult. It would take some getting used to, thinking of Ledger as a little buddy she saw once in a while, but she didn't really mind it. His mom wasn't that bad either. Not annoying and crotchety like most mature adults. That was the fantasy, though. The self-confident Madeline who lived in her head and liked to feed her random images of herself as responsible and not an awkward fuckup. Maddie hated when the Madeline voice spoke up and tried to be encouraging. The reality of it was, Maddie felt uncomfortable accepting the finger-painting, the kind gesture from the kid she'd reunited with his mom. She was embarrassed, too, of having to explain herself, if anyone – friend or foe – saw her interacting with the little boy. She didn't want to have to explain herself. After giving exaggerated compliments to the painting, Maddie waved as Ledger and his mom returned to wherever it was they'd come from, and she turned and started off in the opposite direction. Chewing on her lip, she studied the painting, trying to decide what to do with it. Hanging it up on the wall in her room was a definite no, but she didn't feel right just tossing it in the trash. Maddie was so focused on her internal debate that she didn't notice her rival hanging out nearby. |