Maddie Johnson (returninspades) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-11-17 23:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [11] november, kori, maddie |
WHO: Maddie and OPEN
WHEN: November 18, 2019
WHERE: The baseball field
WHAT: Driving around in one of the golf carts. An accident involving a crushed hand.
RATING: Medium to be safe
Sometimes, Maddie liked time to herself. Not often and not for extended periods of time, but there were days where she just had to get away for a little while, spend a couple hours by herself, and think. Today was one of those days. The majority of her Saturday, following the text conversation with George, had been spent in a quiet sort of contemplation. She didn’t speak much, didn’t leave the cell unless she needed to, her excuse being that she was keeping an eye on her and Caitie’s pet chicken. Which was true. The little chick was mischievous. This weekend felt inescapably long. Zachary was off on that hunting trip in New Jersey, so part of her thoughts were with him, the knot of nerves in her stomach preventing her from believing without a doubt that he’d come back. She was too embarrassed to mention her separation anxiety to her friends and didn’t want to trouble Charlie while she was busy adjusting to taking care of a kid. Keeping her fears to herself seemed like the easiest way to deal. Everything felt weird now; her brother was talking to her again and that was a good thing; her sister adopted a kid, which was an uncomfortable thing given Maddie’s aversion to kids; Luke had his sister back and that was both shocking and awesome. And then there was the weirdness with Caitie. There was a part of Maddie that regretted spilling her concerns to George about her roommate, especially that bit about Caitie’s potential crush on Nick. It inadvertently opened up a new can of worms with Maddie questioning her own sexuality and the jealousy that came with Caitie spending so much time with Nick. Things would’ve been easier if she’d had the balls to tell Brandon about her crush while she still felt it, than to deal with these new and confusing feelings. Driving around in a golf cart was always relaxing, even if the baseball field was a bit bumpy. Maddie didn’t even care that it was cold outside. She was bundled up warmly, enjoying the wide open space. No one else was around at the moment and it was just… nice… not to have to have a serious conversation with somebody, or a conversation at all, because sometimes even Madeline Johnson liked peace and quiet. |