It's been 2 months since I last communicated with Michael, who's probably busy with work and music. That incident with his so called girlfriend never came up again, thankfully. The last 2 months were actually pretty good. I hung out with Kaylee more, boosting up our relationship.
However, today I'm sick. Very sick. I called Kaylee to do me a favor and purchase for me 3 tubs of ice cream and medicine. When I get ill, I need a lot of ice cream. To add to that, my voice changes automatically. It sounds like a boy going through puberty. It's bad, I know.
Kaylee suggested during the chat to call Michael and ask him to take care of me. Declining, I said that's just too cheesy for reality. A famous guy from a band you met in a concert caring for you? Too fictional, at least for me.
With myself snuggled in thick blankets and watching old 5SOS keeks on my laptop, I lounged in the chair my butt was comfortable in. I didn't notice my door open slowly, footsteps following. The noise of the refrigerator opening and a hand being smacked startled me. Thinking it was Kaylee, I called with my low, throat hurting voice, "Kaylee, bring the tub of ice cream please!"
A chorus of giggles and muffled laughter came from behind me, and so were 4 idiots.
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concert | michael clifford
Fiksi Penggemar"Maybe going to this concert was a bad idea." |pssst this book is really bad. read at your own will. you have been warned.|
