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Margot sat up and got out of bed, hearing her joints cracking in protest of so much sudden movement. She stretched, yawning widely. She exited her room, padding down the stairs of her condo to get into the kitchen. She began making a pot of coffee, feeling comforted by the strong aroma wafting through the little kitchenette.

As she was preparing breakfast, piano notes began to filter through the walls from the dining room. Margot smiled, leaving the pan on the stove to follow the music into the next room.

“Hey, babe,” her boyfriend greeted as she sat down beside him on the piano bench.

“Morning,” she said dreamily, still sleepy from having just woke up.

“You making breakfast?” He continued to play. Not very good, but not horrible, either. Then again, he probably hadn’t woken up too much earlier that Margot.

“That depends. What’re you gonna give me?” she asked playfully, leaning in and sweeping his brown hair out of his eyes. He responded by leaning in and catching her lips in a kiss, running his hands through her hair. Some stubble was just growing in, and it tickled Margot’s face. She pulled away, grinning. “Seems like a fair trade-off.” With that, she got off the bench, standing and walking back into the kitchen to continue breakfast.

While she was cooking, Margot felt a body behind her and a hand squeeze her ass. She jumped and screamed, almost spilling the eggs out of the pan. “Spencer!” she yelled, turning and pushing him lightly on the chest. “Don’t do that!”

“C’mon, Margot, you’re 23 years old; don’t tell me you get spooked because I jumped ya’!” Spencer reached forward and tickled her, making Margot jump again.

“I’m in the middle of something,” she told him, turning back to the stove. “You can set the table if you’re looking for something to do,” she added.

“Sorry, can’t hear you!” he shouted from the dining room, beginning to play the piano again.

Margot sighed. That’s what she got for making breakfast: table-setting duty. Oh well, it wasn’t like it was really out-of-character for Spencer. When breakfast was done cooking, she got plates out of the cabinet and set the table, pouring orange juice and dishing food out onto each of their plates.

“It’s ready!” she called, taking her seat at the table. Spencer came in, sitting across from her at the square, little table.

“Smells awesome,” Spencer told her, picking up his fork and beginning to eat. He noticed her plate, and the difference in their meals. “You still on that no-meat kick?”

“Spencer,” Margot said, forcing a smile. “You know I haven’t eaten meat in, like, eight years.”

“Yeah, it was cute when you were a teenager. Now it’s kinda like…a phase you should have outgrown…” Spencer told her.

“Well, I didn’t. Red meat isn’t really good for you, and chicken is packed with hormones, and fish has mercury. You can’t win with it.” Margot ate her eggs thoughtfully, avoiding Spencer’s gaze. The meat-discussion always ended in a shouting match.

“Eat some meat,” Spencer said, spearing some of his bacon on a fork and holding it out to his girlfriend.

“No, Spencer. I don’t know why you can’t just--”

“Eat it, or I’m breaking up with you,” Spencer said, holding out the fork even more. The greasy, red meat was staring Margot in the face, and it made her feel sick. She sighed.

“…Fine,” she finally said, leaning forward, meaning to take a small bit. At last minute, Spencer shoved the whole thing in her mouth, making her gag as she swallowed the strip of bacon whole. She began coughing and had to sip her orange juice for a few minutes.

“That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?” Spencer continued eating as though nothing had happened.

“It was bad because I didn’t want to eat it, Spencer. I don’t know why you have to force your views on me all the time.” Margot sighed and stood up, scraping the rest of her breakfast into the trash, her appetite ruined.

“It’s because I know what’s best for you, baby. You know you need me.” He sat back in his seat, linking his hands behind his head.

Margot sighed, not wanting to push it. “I know. Are you finished?” She took his plate and placed it in the sink with her own, running the water to rinse them off. After soaping and drying, Margot turned to see Spencer standing beside her.

“Don’t be mad, Mar,” he said, trying to put his arm around her shoulders. She shied away, stepping back and handing him the cleaned plates.

“Put these away, please,” she said curtly. He grabbed them and tossed them carelessly back into the sink, the sound of china on china clanking through the tension. She turned away.

“You’re being a royal bitch right now, Margot,” Spencer told her, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her around, roughly. “Don’t be mad for something stupid. I love you, and you know I’m just doing what’s best for you.”

Margot sighed, sliding her hands around her boyfriend’s waist. “I know. I’m sorry. I love you.”

“That’s right,” Spencer said, leaning down to kiss her again, though with less zeal on Margot’s part than the first time that morning. “Think you can keep your temper in check for the rest of the day? I don’t need your attitude when we’re at the zoo later.”

“The zoo?” Margot pulled back and looked at her boyfriend questioningly.

“Yeah, I figured it would be fun to have a you and me day. We can go to the zoo, go have lunch, and then I thought we could go to the mall or something.”

“Oh,” Margot murmured, thinking. She had been planning on getting some writing done that day, but she was certain that that wouldn’t fly with Spencer. Once he had a plan in his mind, it was futile to try to argue her way out of it.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just…I was gonna do some writing today, is all.” Margot looked down, sensing a blow-up on the horizon.

“Well, you can write whenever. I mean, you’re a free-lance journalist, so it’s not like you have deadlines or anything. I have a real job, and I wanna spend my day off with you.” Spencer looked down at her expectantly, his arms tightening around her waist.

“Yeah, I know…Never mind, I’ll just do it tomorrow when you go back to work.”

“That’s right.” Spencer nodded, easing up his grip on Margot’s body. She was saved a response by the ringing of the land-line phone.

“I’ll get it,” she said hastily. She ran over and picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

“Margot, honey?” Her mother. She sounded upset.

“Hi, Mom.” Margot began twirling the phone cord around her finger, shooting looks at Spencer until he left, piano music floating back out of the dining room once more. “What’s wrong?”

“Boyd…Boyd Urie--” Mrs. Miner gasped softly before continuing. “Boyd Urie passed away last night, honey.”

Margot’s jaw dropped, and she fell speechless. “Brendon’s dad?” was all she could think to say.

Her mother sniffed. “Yes, he--he had a heart-attack. It was very quick. He died in his sleep.”

“Oh my God,” Margot said softly, leaning back against the sink. She felt a lump form in her throat and tears leaked out the corners of her eyes. She had always liked Mr. Urie; he always had a joke up his sleeve, and was a very amiable presence. She especially felt awful for Mrs. Urie, who must have been devastated. She and her husband had been perfect for each other, and it was difficult to think of one without the other. “How’s Grace doing?”

“She’s…well, you know, as to be expected…” Donna Miner said quietly, trying to keep the sobs out of her voice.

“When’s the funeral?” Margot used her thumbs to wipe the tears from below her eyes and her fingertips to lift the drops off her eyelashes.

“Wednesday.”

“But…today’s Sunday…I’d have to leave right now and get there on Tuesday night.” Margot calculated in her mind. After high school, she had followed Spencer to Ohio State college, and that was where they’d made their life together after graduating. It was at least two days’ drive to Nevada, if not more.

“Well, Brendon offered to pick you up on his way over. He’ll drive you. He’s leaving in an hour, so pack some clothes and be ready for him to get you.”

Margot’s jaw slacked and she gaped at the phone. “Mom,” she said slowly. “Brendon and I didn’t exactly end on good terms--”

Following Spencer meant following Brendon, as both had ended up going to Ohio State. It was a huge campus, and Margot had been able to avoid awkward run-ins with him, for the most part.

“Well, he obviously doesn’t hold it against you, honey. It just makes the most sense, Margot. Please…do it for me.”

It was the guilt-trip that had done it. Margot sighed resignedly. “Fine. Tell Brendon to…tell him I’ll hitch a ride with him, if it’s not an inconvenience.”

“Thank you, honey,” Margot’s mother said quietly, swallowing another wave of tears. “Now, I’ll let you go so that you can pack. See you when you get here. Love you. Bye.”

“Love you,” Margot said before hanging up. She sighed, rubbing her temples. She wasn’t really dreading the road-trip with Brendon as much as she was dreading telling Spencer about it. She shuddered to think of what he’d do…


Alright, so...Yeah. Let me explain.

I was actually going to have this be the last chapter, but instead, Margot wakes up and Brendon's the one she's living with and they all live happily ever after. But I decided to keep it going, since (I really have no idea as to WHY) you guys like this story so much (No, really. When I started this story, I figured it would be one of those ones that nobody reads, I just have fun writing for a few chapters. You guys' reaction to it blew my mind. Still does),

Let me also clear something up. Everything that happened in Margot's "dream" actually did happen. I just needed a way to skip a few years out of high school. I find it so cheesy and unrealistic when two people in a story fall in love and get married/whatever right out of high school, so I wanted to get them out of high school so I wouldn't be a hypocrite.

So...yeah. Hahahaha, I don't think you guys understand how hard I was laughing when I was reading your comments after the last chapter. PUT DOWN YOUR KATANAS. xD I freaking love you guys, haha.

Anywho. So, yeah. Go comment/subscribe, because this story's gonna keep on keepin' on. Alrighty. Stay tuned for the next chapter. OverAndOutxx

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