Daniel's P.O.V.
I stood in front of Madison's house, having not been inside for a while, but I passed by every day. Here goes nothing.
I rang the doorbell, and the maid answered, "Yes?"
"Is Madison there?"
"And you are?"
"Daniel Johnson."
"Oh Daniel, it's been a long time—four or five years?"
"Yeah, about that. I came to talk to Madison."
"She's out with her friends right now; you can come back tomorrow."
"Don't bother, I'll see her on Monday," I waved her off.
"Okay, good to see you, Daniel. Hopefully, you start coming by more often."
Yeah.
When I got home, Addison was lying on the couch, texting on her phone.
"Hey, how did it go?" She brushed her long strawberry-blonde hair from her face as she got up.
"Great, actually. Who are you texting? A guy?"
"Nope, I don't trust the
