the fall • s.m.

37 • the talk

// margot kate franklin //

@margotkatefranklin: "I'll take your bad days with your good; walk through the storm, I would. I'd do it all because I love you." -Unconditionally, Katy Perry

@shawnmendes: I will love you unconditionally

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"Want to talk about what happened on the plane yesterday?" Shawn asked through the phone. We hadn't said a word about it since then, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he began to badger me to talk.

"I don't want to talk about it over the phone," I replied. It didn't feel right.

"Fine. Come over then. Or I'll come over. Whichever works," he said, an obvious hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Ok, I —"

He cut me off before I could finish. "Actually I'm coming to you, because I can't trust you to make it all the way over here without hurting yourself."

"Oh, fuck off," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"See you in a few," he said. I could hear him smirking.

"Can't wait," I responded, pressing the button to end the call.

I'm really not in any kind of mood to deal with him right now. I don't know why, it's just the combination of me being a bitch and him being a jerk, so we just aren't mixing right now. He's still mad about everything I said yesterday, which I understand. A day apart was good for us. At least I hope it was.

Don't get me wrong, I still love seeing him. Something about him just makes me feel better. But there's been a lot of togetherness lately, and sometimes you just need a break from people.

And about fifteen minutes later, I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Come in," I said, looking up for him.

Shawn slowly opened the door, weakly smiling at me. He held out a cup of coffee to me.

"Late night coffee?" he asked, and I grinned.

"You're too nice. Thank you," I said, taking it from him and sitting up in my bed. He sat next to me, looking around.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" he asked with a smile.

I nodded. "Almost a year. Crazy how time flew by."

"Crazy," he said, shaking his head.

I sipped my coffee and instantly felt my positivity increase. If I drank coffee all throughout the day, I would be much happier. I set it on the nightstand next to my bed, pulling my legs to my chest.

"You wanted to talk?" I asked, pushing a piece of hair out of my face.

"You don't think we need to?" he replied, looking at me.

"I didn't say that," I said defensively. And he says I'm difficult.

He sighed. "I know. I'm sorry. Yeah, let's talk. I believe we left on you calling me a problem."

"Look, I didn't get to finish. I didn't mean it like you took it," I told him.

"How else was I supposed to take it? You do know what problem means right? It's not  something I want to be to you, and it's something I shouldn't be to you. One second you act so sweet and you tell me you love me and we're both just happy, but the next second you're complaining about how problematic we are. Which is it, Margot? Am I a problem to you or not?"