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// margot kate franklin //

@margotkatefranklin: some nerve you have, to break up my lonely & tell me you want me. how dare you march into my heart?"

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two weeks later...

"Shut up! You're kidding, right?"

Shawn's muffled laughter came through the phone.

"I'm not kidding. We're releasing the song, Margot," he told me.

"Your song? That we sang together? Released?" I said, my heart literally pounding in my chest.

"Our song. Chill, Margot," he replied, laughing.

"Sorry. I'm just so nervous," I said, biting my lip as I paced around my bedroom.

"It's all going to be great. You just worry way too much," he told me.

"Tell me something I don't know," I muttered in reply.

"So I suppose the two of us have to hang out now," he said after a pause.

"And why do you ''suppose" that?" I asked, smiling and laying back on my bed.

"To celebrate, obviously," he responded.

"And what exactly is your plan?" I asked him curiously.

"I don't know. I was maybe thinking..." he trailed off.

"Maybe thinking what?" I asked, realizing too late that I probably sounded way too eager.

"You know what? I'm going to pick you up and we're just going to go. I don't where, but we're going," he told me, and I laughed.

"That sounds like the opposite of a plan, Shawn," I replied.

"That's what's fun about it," he said.

"I guess I will go along with your crazy non-plan, because I'm pretty curious," I told him.

"Not because your best friend is taking you?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"Back on the best friend thing?" I asked him.

"We are best friends, Margot Kate. Tell that Remi girl that she needs to move aside, because you have a new best friend," he said, and I laughed.

"I've known Remi for twelve years; I've known you for almost a month now?" I said.

"It took you and Remi twelve years to build the type of friendship that you and I built in a month. Do not try and tell me that we are not special, Margot Kate," he told me, and I could tell he was smirking on the other side of the phone.

"Whatever you say, Shawn," I replied, shaking my head.

"Be ready in ten?" he asked.

"I suppose I have to be," I answered with a sigh.

"Don't act like you're not excited. See ya soon," he said, and the line was dead.

And ten minutes later, he was grinning at me at my door.

"Hey," I said.

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