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niall came over to my house today. he's irish with blonde hair, and blue eyes. unfortunately, he also is a luke boy.

"hey mikey, did ya hear? luke found a journal!" he gleamed and walked into my room with his phone in his hand. "i tweeted that it was mine and guess what lad? he actually thinks so!"

i spit out my soda and quickly looked over to the pale man that was comfortably sitting on my bed. "what did he uh, tweet?"

niall smiled at my interest, "well, he told me that he'd basically will give me a chance to speak for myself! michael! i can possibly trick luke into thinking this stupid journal is mine!"

i feel like crying, i feel like running out of my room with this insane guy i call my best friend but i didn't, but i was sure frozen stiff.

luke never tweeted me back. he didn't even favorite it or anything. hell, niall didn't even go to the concert!

luke is being so ignorant, i just want to leave the world.

"that's cool, niall." i muttered slightly, but quickly pulled a fake smile.

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later on, there was a knock at the door. i opened the door to see a tall boy with a quiff.

"hey michael!"

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