You will hear that she has l e f t the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is l o s t before it reaches you. Several years ( later ) , from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be g o n e by the time you persuade the driver to stop . You will never see her again. Whenever it r a i n s you will think of her.
The paparazzi was something that Kate still wasn’t used to, the people following her after just getting a coffee stressed her out. Going up to a door, the blonde knocked a few times, seeing someone open the door. “Hey, can I hide out here for a little? These guys have been following me since I got a coffee and it’s really getting on my nerves. I won’t be long, I promise. They will leave as soon as I go inside.”
Margot was in the small lobby of her building retrieving her mail when she heard a knock on the glass door. Assuming the women knew someone who lived there and was waiting to be buzzed in, the other blonde opened the door without thought and smiled. “Guys?” the songstress murmured with concern, peeking over Kate’s shoulder to the group of paparazzi. “Oh–” She blinked hard as several cameras flashed. “Say no more, I totally feel your pain. Come on in!” Allowing her to pass by her, Margot gave a lazy wave to the crowd before shutting the door firmly. “D’ya wanna come upstairs and just chill for a while? I’m Margot, by the way.”
“Really, I, I meant it. It’s a great song, finished or not.” she said, biting down on her lip. If it hadn’t been for the glass panel separating both of them, Margot could’ve possibly noticed Kenny’s nerves and hear her heart pounding in her chest. Seeing Margot perform again, and especially in such an intimate environment, had been a big reality check for her. It didn’t only take her back memory lane, but it reaffirmed what Kenny had known for a while now, but was too scared to admit it. She was still madly in love with Margot.
After listening to her ex’s question, Kenny didn’t know how to answer. She needed the glass panel to be gone, so that she could really look into Margot’s eyes and be honest and sincere. Moving into the other room, Kenny walked up to Margot as soon as she entered. It felt much more personal to speak face to face rather than through the intercom. “I… I really wanted to see you perform again. I.. uh, I missed that. I missed you.”
Kenny didn’t know what else to say. She had been completely honest with Margot, and she already knew how Margot felt, now more than ever after listening to the song. It was still crazy for her, knowing that she had songs written about her. Still, Kenny had written about Margot too, so it wasn’t as crazy. “I know.. I know it’s been me. It’s.. It’s just been so long..” the blonde said, taking Margot’s hands into hers and leaning in, their foreheads almost touching.
As green eyes met blue ones, Kenny was suddenly helpless. She couldn’t handle it anymore. “It’s always been you, too. I’m sure you know that. It still is you, Go.” she explained, sighing. All this time, she never let go of Margot’s calloused yet familiar hands. Kennedy’s eyes darted from the blue eyed girl’s lips back to her eyes and forth. “Can.. uhm, Can I ?” she asked.
The tiniest of smiles tugs at the corner of Margot’s mouth. Because even despite the tightness in her chest and the thoughts slowly collecting in her brain like rainwater (that would eventually drown her) – Kenny and her approval made something soften. It had always felt that way, Kennedy keeping Margot afloat.
Something tensed in the blonde’s shoulders as Kennedy made her way into the booth, and Margot stood and set her guitar down without giving herself the time to consider not to. It was such a security blanket. She knew she shouldn’t feel more joy than she had in months at Kennedy coming closer, but she couldn’t find it in herself to not. Kennedy was like the sun in many ways – one of them was that Margot was always glad to see her even when she was avoiding contact from her.
“I miss you too.” The words are hardly audible and entirely too tender, but they’ve been said innumerable times. Margot could fight a lot of things, but she couldn’t always win. (Gravity and fate would always kick her ass.) There were times that she didn’t want to. Their hands intertwine easily, and the sad attempt at a guard can’t be held up any longer.
She looks up, and the world blurs. She would be looking into those green eyes until she died if she had any say in the matter, Margot thinks. Her grasp on Kennedy’s hands tightens slightly as the author speaks, and breath catches in her throat. She watches Kenny’s gaze flicker to her lips and back. Something stronger than gravity was pulling them together. Her chin lifts a fraction of an inch in a nod, but she doesn’t wait. Calloused hands slip from Kennedy’s to wrap around her slim waist, to close the short distance between them in a gentle tug. She presses her lips to Kennedy’s, and the weight in her chest that she’s felt for the past year finally lifts.
all the songs i write are about you. there’s this fire that burns in your heart that makes you this capable girl, so ready to lead, so quick on her feet. i know i hurt you a few times and i know you hurt me. but i keep coming back. it’s always you, you and those pink cheeks.
“Since this dating site isn’t doing me any fucking good, I’m just gonna go absolutely ham on my profile. You know, to have a little fun with it. First section is ‘Likes and Interests,’ so I went ahead and put Elvis impersonators, Flag Day, and Shrek Forever After. Anything else I should add before we move on?”
“Hold on, I gotta think. I’m only operating on two out of my three brain cells because the other two won’t stop thinking about that new Shaggy meme. Okay, okay - Wii Frisbee, your beanie baby collection, and Criss Angel Mindfreak.”
Margot couldn’t really tell you why she had hopped a plane to Georgia - she wasn’t entirely certain herself. Maybe because she felt stir crazy back in Brooklyn after her quick leg of the Reborn Tour. Maybe because her place felt too quiet. Maybe because she was avoiding a whole slew of things at home. Maybe because her two best friends were out of town and she missed them already. She didn’t have any desire for the amount of introspection it would take to figure it out. Something brought her to the backstage of the venue that night, watching the end of Delilah’s set with an expression far more tender than she generally allowed many people to see. It hadn’t been as long as she had hoped to watch, just the last couple songs, but that was plenty to make her a tad emotional. Still, a crooked smile and warm blue eyes welcomed Delilah as she exited the stage. “Hey, babe.” @delilahxmatthews
Suds tickled along her wrist and the back of her hand. Giggling merrily as she passed the bottle off to her equally talented cousin to have as much as she desired. “Well, don’t all travels go off better with a bit of booze? Why do ya think everyone hits full bottles against all those hips? Good luck. They didn’t do that with the Titanic and look what happened.” A fact pulled directly out of her ass rather than looking up any form on that fact. “Ya know I’d go to each and everyone if I could. With award season, promotions, and soon launchin’ into filmin’ again, though. I’ll be lucky to be able to close my eyes for five minutes.” The blonde heaved out a sigh. “I’m still gonna try my best to at least catch one show.”
Margot snorted, filling her glass up all the way with the fizzy liquid before passing it back. “Well, I guess that ought to be a superstition then. Any tradition with alcohol is one i’m always down for.” She’d take her word – far be it from her to question the necessity of a drink. “God, that sounds exhausting.” Not that Margot herself was a stranger to award shows and endless work, but it always kind of felt like less was expected for musicians. She didn’t have to do nearly as many interviews - at least not on talk shows. She wasn’t often expected to be bubbly and personable. Not that she didn’t love interacting with fans, it was just the media that tired her. “Just shoot me a text if you can make it, we’ll get you set up. That’s exciting though! Are you leaving town to film this one?”
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