Chrissy and Madison
Madison walked into her bedroom and flopped down onto her bed, feeling exhausted. Chrissy followed her, still trilling happily about whatever it was she had been talking about. The truth was, Madison had stopped listening to her about an hour ago, but she didn't want to tell her.
"I think Ike's home now, well if he's not, he's on his way, so that's pretty cool, I can't wait to see him."
Madison nodded and pulled the covers over her head. "Chrissy, no offence, but I'm really tired."
"Yeah, you look like shit."
"Gee, thanks."
"No, I mean it in a good way."
"How do you mean that in a good way? It can only be meant in a bad way."
"It's just... you look tired and sick."
"So, you're still standing there yapping, why?"
Chrissy looked away, hurt and Madison sighed.
"I'm sorry, Chris, I'm just feeling really gross."
"No, it's alright. Look, I'll... I'll get you something for it."
Madison sighed as Chrissy left the room. She reappeared seconds later with headache tablets and a glass of water.
"Look, if you want me to stop talking about Ike, I will. I know you don't like him."
Madison shrugged. "You can do what you like, you like him, so I'll... I'll uh make an effort to like him."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
Madison took the tablets and lay back on her bed, closing her eyes and tried to get some sleep.