Magdalena's P.O.V:
I went home yesterday for our week off, I miss the boys, Dalton especially. I'm happy were finally together. I've been waiting for it.
I've spent my time learning Piano, I really love piano, I believe it's a beautiful instrument. I decide to try and play 'My Kind Of Perfect' by David Archuleta.
It reminds me of Dalton, no matter how corny I sound, he is my kind of perfect.
I start to play the notes, making them flow elegantly. I decide to sing along to the beautiful song, since I know every single word of its beauty.
"I was thinking about you, I drew a little picture, but some things you can't put on paper. I like ya like shooting stars, I write songs on guitar, got more things to do then stare at a mirror,
And I know, I know, he's gotta be out there, out there, I know, I know, he's gotta be.. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right, maybe I just let you walk by, what can I say, maybe I've known you all my life,
Is he the one? Is it today? Went out to courtyard, see my future in a beautiful face, mayyybe.
He's anything but typical, a sweet surprise, no matter what he's lookin' at the bright side, it's gonna be worth it, cause that's what love is, I'll keep searching for my kind of perfect..."
(Just listen to http://youtu.be/4TS3tPRcvMY
This is the closest I found to how I want her to sing this)
I play until I'm satisfied, after I'm done playing I decide to go to Starbucks. I grab my phone, headphones and wallet.
I plug the headphones in and Trip by Hedley plays, I really love this song, because in the beginning he says "Some say love isn't for sinners, but I believe that isn't true." I stay by this because I believe at one point we've all sinned, but we all still need someone to love.
I get to Starbucks and order a small coffee. I sit in the booth for about 10 minutes before I see a lesbian couple walk in, I smile at them, and they smile back. I've never had a problem with the LGBTQ community, I personally think it's really cute.
I drink my coffee until I get a text from Dalton,
From DaltonTheHottie: Hey babe, wanna come over for a bit?
(Can you tell he set his own name?)
To DaltonTheHottie: Sure! Be over in 15?
He replies with okay and I walk to my Black Range Rover and open the door, stepping in and starting it. The drive to Dalton's was about 15 minutes so I turn on the radio to pass the time.
Don't Stop Believing by Journey comes on and I sit in my seat, jamming, singing and somewhat dancing. I come to a stop at an intersection, waiting for the light to change.
As I'm waiting I look in my side mirror to see a car swerving and going way to fast to stop. I try to pull away but it's too late. I feel the impact and the pain, just as my world goes black.
Dalton's P.O.V:
Where is Maggie? She said she'd be here in 15 minutes, that was an hour ago. I try calling the boys but they have no idea where she could be.
I pace around my room for only god knows how long, I try calling her phone again, but it goes to voicemail, for the 29th time. I'm starting to get really worried, where could she be?
I go take a shower to try and relax, I let the water engulf me for a while before I scrub down. I put on the shower radio, yeah I have a waterproof radio that sticks to the wall.
I sing along until I feel relaxed and step out, pulling the towel around my lower half, leaving my chest bare. I walk into my room and look for clothes to change into.
I pick out a 'My Chemical Romance' shirt and some red skinny jeans. About halfway through my eyeliner I hear my phone go off. Thinking it's Maggie, I run and pick it up,
Dalton: "Hello?! Maggie?!?"
Unknown: "Um, no.. Mr.Rapattoni is it?"
Dalton: "Yes? Who's this?"
Unknown: "This is Dr.Ashton at the Northfield Medical Centre, here in Texas."
(LET'S PRETEND THAT'S REAL OKAY?)
Dalton: "What is this call about...?"
Dr.Ashton: "Well Mr.Rapattoni, it seems your girlfriend Magdalena Thompson has been in a car accident. She's on life support, we don't know if she'll pull through. You might want to come visit, this could be your last chance to say goodbye."
I drop the phone and cry, I cry like I've never cried before. Memories flash through my head, the audition, the kiss, all the dancing, all the singing. It could all be gone. Oh my god Maggie's gonna die!
No, be positive Dalton! I run down to my family, who look up at me with curious eyes,
"M-M-Maggie's been in a c-car a-a-a-accident and they ar-aren't sure if she, if she'll pull th-through." I manage to choke out through tears.
Everybody goes wide eyed, running and engulfing me in a hug.
"Ssh Dalton, she'll make it, she's strong, she'll be okay." I hear from all sides of me. I get in my car and drive to the hospital.
Still teary eyed, I walk up to the nurse at the reception desk,
"How can I help you Hun?" She asks, looking at me sadly, my tears making it obvious I'm here for someone.
"Who is she?" She asks, I'm shocked she knows I'm here for Maggie.
"Magdalena Th-Thompson." I stutter out, trying to contain my tears.
"Room 193, stay strong Hun, she'll pull through."
I walk to the room and take a deep breath before opening the door. The sight in front of me causes my knees to buckle, and I fall to the ground.
In more tears than I started out with.
{A/N:
WOAH PLOT TWIST,
OMG before you kill me, she isn't dead!
Or is she?
OH IM KIND OF A BITCH,
SORRY I LOVE YOU GUYS.
BUT SHIT HAD TO GET BAD AT ONE POINT,
Plus if it were Dalton, I'd have a LOT of pissed off 5ers.
SOO, WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN TO MAGGIE?
COMMENT, INBOX, MESSAGE BOARD ME WHAT YOU THINK.
I love you,
Stay beautiful,
BYE POTATOES!!
xoxo,
Melissa}
