Mad About You Novels & Stories

Harvey’s calm, therapist-on-payroll voice piped up in my head: “Breathe. Stay calm.” Fuck calm. I was ready to split heads. I slammed the front door shut, jacket hitting the couch before I even looked up… And froze. Music. Loud. Old-school Etta James pouring out of the speakers. And her. Maddison. Barefoot. Paint-smeared. In little shorts that barely covered her ass. My blood pressure dropped and spiked in the same second. I slowed to the edge of the patio. Stopped. Hands braced on my hips. Because damn.

MAD “Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. This bitch again.” He surprised me, too. His eyes glinted dangerously. “I don’t understand your obsession with her?” “Yes, that bitch again,” I growled. “And yes, that crazy loser princess.” Nites and Linden were right after all. Olive was right, too. I was just too blind to see the truth. “I thought you were over her. There’s a lot of fish in the sea, Mad. She’s hot, yes, but there’s a lot hotter and more beautiful than that crazy princess.”

Slowly sitting up, she composed herself, adjusting her disheveled hair, a vain attempt to regain a semblance of control. Opening the text message, Maddy found solace in the distraction it provided. Her loosened false eyelashes obscured her view, prompting her to tear them off and place them temporarily on the coffee table. The message, however, brought an unexpected twist to her emotional state. A sender named "Annoying Genius" had crafted a peculiar poem that, in its eccentricity, managed to evoke a faint smile from Maddy.

“We lost her sister a while ago and Maddie hasn’t been interested in much. Tonight was the first time she wanted to go out. She wants you and that’s the first time she’s wanted someone in the last few months. Don’t get discouraged. Madison is weird. If she asks you to do something that makes you uncomfortable, let her know. Some guys can’t handle her in bed. She’s used to it. I’m sure she’ll try to be as vanilla as possible the first time.” “Wait.” I could feel the blood rush out of my face. “She’s drunk, not really into me. She’ll regret tryin’.” Holy fuck! I didn’t know she’d be so direct. Madison couldn’t handle me. She was too small. Too fragile. Too… human.

Madison Oh hell, I think I am in big trouble. You know the capital T kinda trouble. This is not supposed to happen, since when I do I fuck a man no matter how hot he is in the sack and have these weird ass feelings about him? I am not that girl, no way. Only, right now, I am feeling kind of weird, like just looking at him is making me melt. He’s hotter than scorching coals as he looks at me. And, when he says, “You’re right, Madi, it was just a one-off,” why does that sting? Yeah, exactly why indeed?

>> {{ good as well, thank you just here to talk to my main man here for a bit }} ** okay Madonna, we shall take our leave and see you around, try to be understanding as well please, take care ** They leave, closing the door behind them {{ uhm babe, w-what's going on? }} whew [[ there really is no easy way to say this Donna but I-I met my mate this morning, s-so I have to br-break up with you, I'm so sorry ]] she stood there frozen on the spot and not even blinking and I swallow hard [[ Mad- ]] {{ ARE YOU FKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?! YOU'RE KICKING ME TO THE CURB AFTER ALL THESE YEARS WE SPENT TOGETHER FOR SOMEONE YOU JUST MET DOM?! WHO IS SHE? WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO TO MEET HER? WHICH BIT

) Vampire was unamused voice responded as if she knew that Mad wouldn’t be happy about it. Mad clicked his tongue, “who the fuck let my cute little sisters alone without supervision?” He could hear the under voice, ‘ugh, I know it will be like this.’ (They are under my supervision. Focus, Mad.) Crazy answered in his annoyed voice. It was his everyday voice, by the way. “Ah, okay.” He scratched his neck awkwardly. “Anyway, the passage is fairly complicated. Please hold their hands.” (... okay.) Crazy was a bit fiddly about it.

"Angel, I have a little treat for you," Mad said, retrieving something from his bag. I raise an eyebrow, staying mute while watching Maddox. The anticipation is killing me when he refuses to show it up. "What?" I impatiently asked. "Close your eyes." "Nah, do I have to? It's just the two of us; I'm excited to see it," I complained. "Yeah, you need to close your eyes." "Fine" I closed my eyes impatiently. "Make it fast."

The moderator made a brief introduction, and then a line coordinator guided the first fan to the microphone in the audience. The fan, a young girl no older than fifteen or sixteen, greeted us nervously. "Um, hi... I have a question for Madison." Maddy responded, "Sure thing." The girl blushed. "First, um... can you say the f-word?" Maddy hesitated for a moment but then said, "Fuck?" The crowd erupted into cheers, understanding that it wasn't an odd question given Maddy's frequent use of the word, and considering her father's reputation for dropping constant f-bombs.

anger arose within her suddenly “Sshhh!!, I am, of’course I am mad... for you, right from the first time I saw you dancing in that blue dress on the bar counter, I went mad for you, I have always been mad for you, crazy, obsessed with you, I followed you, bought a part of this island to make you happy , I even loved Tama... yes, I Am Mad you stupid woman, and I am mad for YOU,” Maya felt like she was paralysed , her mind felt numb “But what did you do to me Mahira,” his hand slid further down and he grabbed her neck “You promise to marry me but meet another man, you ditch me for him, why you b*tch.. WHY?,” Maya was nonplussed, too confused to know what was happening