ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Rewrite the stars by James Arthur

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Maddy didn't grew up rich. Her family always struggled financially. After you fell in love with her, she refused to let you in. You came from a background filled of glamour and wealthiness. She didn't want you to be enamored with her, but it was too late.

You already were.

You met Maddy once you desperately went inside a convenience store, looking for some vinegar and soap. After you got out of a social gathering, your brother got too scrambled that he ended up throwing up in your car.

" Y/n, this place look too ghetto. Let's just go home. Do you want us to get car-jacked?," Your brother mumbled from his passenger seat, as you stop in the parking lot of the convenience store.

" Well, this is your fault. Now get out, we need to clean this mess you've caused."

And this unexpected detour, was the day you met her.

The day you met Maddy Perez.

" Hey excuse me, do you know where I can find vinegar, soap, and a scrubber?," You asked the cashier who was behind the counter.

" Of course, that'll be in aisle seven," She pointed down, and you smiled at her.

" Thank you. "

You didn't wanna make it obvious, but she was beautiful. Out of all the girls you've met in your busy lifestyle, she opaqued all of them. The store was far away from your mansion, but you needed to see her again and know her a little bit more. And eventually, you did became a loyal costumer.

Maddy assumed you were new around the neighborhood, and started to enjoy your presence whenever you came in. She would always laugh at your stupid jokes while she rang your chips and soda at the cash register.

This happened everyday, until you were able to steal her heart. When the two of you fell in love with each other.

" Honey, why are you lately dressing like a homeless? Where have you been going looking like that?," Your mom asked you, noticing how you were wearing an oversized shirt with jeans and mangled converse shoes. Something that in your high-class life, this dress code was considered 'distasteful'.

" To the store, mother. I don't need to be wearing gold all the time, alright?," You simply replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek before leaving the mansion.

That day you decided to tell Maddy about your life. While she was on break, you two sat down on the parking lot curb, eating a two for the price of one hot dog special. When you told her about where you actually lived, and how you're the daughter of one of the most respected CEOs of the state, Maddy's heart sank.

" What are you doing here, then? Y/n, how can you fall in love with someone who's literally living paycheck to paycheck?," Her eyes were widened, filled with sadness. " Look at me, Y/n. I don't have anything to give you," Maddy began to cry, as you put aside your food; and pulled her in for a hug.

" Maddy, you don't need to give me anything. I don't need to be endowed with a banquet with candles and roses. I don't want anything from you, Maddy," You whispered against the embrace, seeing how the petite was sobbing. " I don't care about if you have money or not. I don't care if our lives are totally different," You explained. " Maddy, our red string pulled us together for a reason. As long as you're by my side, your presence is enough. If I cared so much about that, do you think I would've come back here? Probably not. I love you, and I mean it."

Maddy hugged you tighter, her sobs against your shoulder. As you two shared the embrace, your converse shoes mirrored with hers. Earlier that day, you made sure to scrape the shoes across the cement. Making them look damaged and filthy. You wanted to complement them with hers; and you were happy once you saw them twinning.

You loved her. Your life has always been filled with people that only cared about the money and what famous designer clothing they were going to be wearing the next day. People with zero personalities.

So when you met Maddy, she was authentic and real. And even though she was not part of that one percent of the population, you didn't care at all. You didn't let the social diversion get in the way of what you truly felt for her.

You were going to rewrite the stars with her.