- Two weeks later -
Michael's POV:
We brought Mal home two weeks ago. She has made her full recovery. She is getting her cast off today.We all have grown closer learning that we're family. Mal and mum left about a half hour ago to get her cast off. With Mal gone we can put the final touches on our surprise.
Ashton, Aspen, our mums, and I have renovated Mal's room. Ashton got to complete her balcony too. I really like the way it turned out. Hopefully she will too.
My daydream was cut short when I heard the front door opening.
Mal: I'm home douchebag!
Oh, I love my little sister.
Michael: In the basement bitchatcho!
I heard her laugh and walk down the stairs. She plopped on the couch beside me, and laid her head on my lap. While her feet were on the rest of the couch.
Michael: How does your arm feel?
Mal: Good, it feels weird without the cast though.
Michael: I'm sure. You know how you've been crashing in my room?
Mal: Cause my room needed re-painted?
Michael: It's done now. Do you want to see it?
Mal: It should still be the same, but sure?
We walked upstairs and I yelled for our parents. They both came into the room.
Colin: What's the matter kids?
Jen: Is everything alright?
Michael: I told Mal she can see her fresh paint.
Jen: Oh, well don't keep the girl waiting!
Mal's POV:
What is my family up to? We walked upstairs and to my first bedroom door. (I asked Michael to paint both blue)Michael: You ready?
Mal: Sure?
It came out as more of a question. Mikey opened my door and I screamed.
Michael's POV:
I opened the door she screamed. Is that a good thing?Mal: Thank you guys so much.
Jen: Don't thank us, this was all Michael.
Michael: With the help of Ashton and Aspen.
She hugged me and kept saying thank you.
Michael:It was really fun to do. I wanted you to have a room that matched your personality and style.
Mal: Thank you Mikey! I love it!
We heard a thud and pounding on Mal's balcony sliding door. My family and I looked at each other confused.

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Save Me...
FanfictionThis is a 5SOS and a Shawn Mendes Story My name is Mal, I'm 16 and this is my "fairytale". It was another day. I was forced to be my parents slave. I had to clean, cook, and other nasty stuff. I was taking a small break, when I heard the creepy sta...