A brunet, teenage boy approached the door of a big, pearly-white house known as Madeline's house. Once he was inches away from the door, he combed his hair with his fingers and flipped it around. Afterwards, he pulled a tiny bottle from one of the front pockets of his jeans and spritz it into his mouth. He cleared his throat and put the bottle back into his pocket. After muttering to himself about how charismatic he was, he rung the doorbell. He fixed his army-looking jacket and cleared his throat once more. Seconds later, Madeline opened the door.
"Hey, Madeline," the boy said in a rich voice.
"Hey, Thomas," Madeline greeted back.
Thomas smiled but soon lost that smile when Lizzie walked out from behind Madeline and stood beside her.
"Hey, Thomas," Lizzie greeted with confidence.
Thomas' eyes widened. "Lizzie! I mean-- I don't-- Uh-- What is going on?"
"Oh, Thomas," Madeline chuckled quickly, "don't play dumb."
"Even though what you have done was quite dumb," Lizzie commented.
Thomas stuttered his nervous moans.
"Come on, Thomas, say something," said Madeline.
"Yeah, tell us what you're thinking," Lizzie added.
Thomas froze. "I'm sorry?" he could only say.
"Oh, he's sorry," chuckled Lizzie.
"That is so cute that he's sorry," Madeline said, sarcastically. "But tell us, Tom. Why are you sorry?"
Thomas stared at Madeline. Then he switched his eyes to Lizzie. Then back to Madeline.
"Look, girls, you know how boys are," he said, nervously. "I hope we can still be friends."
"Friends," scoffed Madeline. "He wants to be friends."
"Friends?" Lizzie added whim to her voice. "He wants to be friends, he said?"
"Of course, we can still be friends, Tom. If pigs grew butterfly wings and flew off to fairyland."
"Ooh, that would look so pretty," whispered Lizzie.
Madeline scrunched her eyebrows, but then started to relax her face.
"What you did, Tom, was very uncalled for," she continued. "Plus, it was rude and humiliating. You got to understand that."
"Okay," Thomas answered, with less feeling.
Madeline stared at him, thinking how she can't believe him.
"Okay?" she inquired.
Thomas nodded.
"Okay," she said.
"Okay," Lizzie repeated.
"Okay," Thomas hesitated.
"Okay," the girls said in the same breath.
Thomas stared at the girls, not knowing what to do next. "So... what are you going to do?" he spilled.
"Well, we can be mature and let you go with no harm done," said Madeline. "Or we can be immature and beat you until you cry blood."
Thomas widened his eyes. "And your choice is--?" he asked, quietly.
Madeline inhaled through her teeth. "Well, I'm not a very mature person. And neither is Lizzie."
Thomas gulped.
"Let's break his butt!" yelled Lizzie.
The girls grabbed Thomas by his arms and shirt and pulled him into the house. He let out a girl-like shriek before the girls closed the door to privately do their worst to him.
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