the fall • s.m.

9 • coffee confessions

// margot kate franklin //

@margotkatefrankin: "from the day that I met you, I stopped feeling afraid. in your arms, I feel safe."

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"You're lying."

I laughed as I was straightening my hair, my phone on speaker as I spoke with Remi.

"I'm really not. I mean, you heard the song, right?" I asked her.

"Of course I did, and it was amazing. I still can't even believe that's you on there singing with Shawn Mendes. And now you say you've kissed him and he's confessed his love for you? You're living the life out there, Margot!" she told me.

"You're telling me, Rem. I'm still kind of baffled by it all, but he's taking me out for coffee in a few minutes, so maybe I'll figure this thing out a little more," I said.

"Oh my Lord, now you're getting coffee? Are you getting married next?" she replied.

"Chill, Rem. It's just coffee," I told her, putting my straightener down and turning it off.

"This is like the sixth time you two have gotten coffee in like two weeks. I'm starting to think he has a thing for you."

I laughed as I slid on my plain black flip flops. "Maybe, Remi. Just maybe."

"Alright well, have fun on your date with your boyfriend. I'll just be here in Albuquerque wallowing in my own self pity," she replied with a sigh.

"I will. Even though it's not a date and he's not my boyfriend. Have fun wallowing in self-pity. Love you," I said.

"Love you too," she said before hanging up.

I slid on my plain black flip flops and descended the stairs to the kitchen where Liz was sitting, a bowl of cereal in front of her as she stared at her phone. She looked away from her device for a moment to catch a glance of me.

"Where are you going so early, loser?" she asked as she looked back at her phone.

"Coffee," I replied, and she raised an eyebrow.

"With who?" she asked.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, because I know exactly who it is. I saw your little picture. I'm sure Dad is going to be thrilled," she said, and my stomach tightened.

Shit.

I didn't even think about that.

"Please don't tell him, Liz. It's not that big of a deal, really," I told her.

"Oh I'm not going to tell him. He's going to find out somehow. Hell, he might already know," she said, getting up.

She looked at me with a fake smile and patted my shoulder. "Good luck, little sis."

"Shut up," I muttered, and tried to shake the thought of it out of my head.

"And have fun on your date," she replied.

"It's not a date!" I yelled back.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," she said, walking up the stairs.

My next sarcastic comment was postponed by the doorbell.

"Oh my God, he's here! Quick, does my hair look good?" Liz said, mocking me in the most obnoxious of ways.

"Shut up, Liz!"

She didn't.

"Shit! I forgot to grab my lipgloss!" she mocked.