the fall • s.m.

36 • a song you'll never sing

// shawn mendes //

@shawnmendes: "I've got issues, but you've got them too. so give them all to me and I'll give mine to you."

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one week later...

Finally. Finally. Finally.

We're going home. Margot's out of that freaking hospital room and we're getting on a plane and heading back to LA where we can hopefully finally get things back to how they used to be. Fingers crossed.

"What are you thinking about?"

Margot was looking at me, She was wearing athletic shorts and a shirt that said Hogwarts Alumni, which I just thought was too cute. She still had a cast on her wrist, which she never missed a chance the complain about.

It was kind of weird to see her being a normal member of society again, but it was nice. She seemed happy about it, which makes me happy.

I keep reminding myself how thankful I am that she's ok. It's an awful thought, but something could have happened to her; something far worse than what did. And God, I am just so grateful that she's ok.

"You. How happy I am that you're here and you're ok," I said with a weak smile.

She smiled and blushed. "Aw, stop."

Margot's mother emerged into the lobby of the hospital where Margot and I were waiting. "Finally," Margot muttered.

"She was taking care of all your stuff, Little Miss Perfect," I told her, and she laughed.

"Come on, you two. We're going to miss our flight," she said, looking at us. Margot gave me a look of annoyance.

"Yes, Mom. We've been waiting for you," she told her mother.

"Oh, be quiet. Too bad the doctor couldn't fix your attitude like he fixed everything else," Mrs. Franklin snapped back.

"She's got you there," I said, grinning at Margot.

"Shut up," Margot said, rolling her eyes.

"Your father said he would be out here any minute now," Mrs. Franklin thought out loud, looking around the parking lot.

"Right there, Mom," Margot said, pointing to where Mr. Franklin was, walking towards us.

"Hey Dad," she said to Mr. Franklin, who gave her a hug.

"Am I hurting those broken ribs?" he asked, pulling away. She giggled and shook her head.

"Fractured ribs. And they're just fine," she replied.

"That's good to hear. It's the same thing, ya know," he said, turning to me next. "Nice seeing you again, Shawn."

"You too, Mr. Franklin," I replied, shaking his hand.

I don't know if Mr. Franklin hates me or not. I mean, when Margot and I were dating I always had a suspicion in the back of my mind that he hated me and I joked about it, but I didn't really think he hated me. I was good to Margot and good to him, so I don't see why he would hate me. Besides the fact that I'm with his daughter and stuff.