Madison

 

While I was walking out of the diner, my eyes fell upon this gorgeous woman.  I thought she was Kyra, but apparently she wasn’t.  I decided to walk over and say hello. 

“What’s your name?” I asked her.

“Madison.  Madison Westley.”

“Westley, eh?” I said to myself.  I had never heard the name.

“Are you from here?”

“No, my mom and I are here vacationing.  We’re from Starlight Shores.  You?”

"It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got all day, I can hear it.”

We were then joined by her mother, Shelly Guyton.  I actually thought they could pass for sisters.  Shelly explained that she’d had Madison as a teenager and that Madison’s father, a man named Mitch Westley, was a much older man.  She also explained that as soon as Madison could walk, she’d begun entering her in beauty pageants. 

“I was born and raised in Sunset Valley.  I moved to Bridgeport as a young adult and then I ended up here.”

“What’s your name, young man?”

I debated on whether I should tell them the truth or not.  I’m obviously not a very good liar, so I decided to tell only part of the truth.  “Sebastian,” I croaked.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Sebastian,” Shelly said. 

While I was talking to Shelly, Madison got out her cell phone and took a picture of my dad.  I couldn’t tell her just then that he is actually my dad.  Neither could I tell her who I was.

When Shelly left, Madison whispered that she wanted to check out Lars’ Disco-Tech down the street.  So I figured, okay, why not, sure. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Madison getting her cell phone out to take pictures.

She was quite the mover out on the dance floor. 

We couldn’t keep our eyes off of each other.  I already know I’m going to be in deeper doo doo.