Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]

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The struggle of being a Michael girl is that literally everyone is a low-key Michael girl and you literally can't trust A N Y O N E bc who doesn't love Michael? Exactly.

I hit the post button and soon enough, there were almost 500 notes on that one post. I really didn't get why so many people follow me, considering I just spam their dash with reblogs of the same picture. But, I guess I'm funny sometimes, and people have told me I'm relatable, so there's that.

A blanket was wrapped around my shoulders, since the air conditioner was cranked up. The Florida summer heat gets unbearable, so we keep our house like an icebox. I'd rather be cuddled up than unbearably warm.

My twin brother, Keenan, came over to the couch and looked over my shoulder. He rested his head on my shoulder. We stayed like that for awhile.

Honestly, I love Keenan with all my heart. A lot of twins hate eachother, but I'm honestly incredibly lucky that Keenan is the way he is. He's my best friend, and I'm proud to say that.

"You should probably go outside at some point in the summer," he mumbled into my shoulder after a bit.

"Keenan, it's summer in Florida. No thanks," I say, reblogging a picture of Vic Fuentes.

"Kerrigan, I don't want you to die from lack of vitamin D," he teased. I was about to open my mouth to say something back, be he said, "And if you say something about Michael Clifford giving you D, I will throw you out of the window."

I closed my mouth.

"But seriously, go outside. It's not that bad today."

I looked out of the window to see trees swaying calmly, which meant that there was a breeze. It was later in the day, nearly five o'clock, so it shouldn't be sweltering outside. So, reluctantly, I picked up my laptop and headed towards the back sliding glass door.

"Leave the laptop."

Pouting, I pecked the apple symbol on the top of the laptop and handed it back to Keenan.

When I opened the door, I was actually pleasantly surprised at the mild weather. That hardly ever happens in Florida. I sat down on the cushioned wicker chair and pulled out my phone. Keenan said no laptop, but he didn't say anything about my phone.

I scrolled through twitter and saw a cute picture of Michael. Then again, all pictures of Michael are cute, so I mean. Seeing that picture gave me butterflies; how can someone I've never met make me feel this way.

I decided to tweet:

I <3 Michael. Michael doesn't <3 me. So now I'm </3

Saying that Michael doesn't love me, is kind of a lie. I'm a fan, and yeah he loves his fans, so technically he loves me. But he doesn't love me because he doesn't know me. I've been grouped into the fandom, and therefore, I'm loved as a fan.

Right when I pressed tweet, I saw my neighbor, and non-twin-best-friend climb over our fence. Her dark hair had lightened since school got out two weeks ago, telling me that she's been outside and probably partying. I wasn't even offended that she didn't ask me to come, because I would have said no anyway.

I laughed when her foot slipped and she fell on her ass, "And McKenna sticks the landing!"

"Bitch," she laughed as she walked over to the patio.

"I'm a loveable bitch," I said as I looked at the tweet as the favorites and retweets grew.

"Okay, I'm here. Get off your phone," she commanded.

"Nah, I'm good."

Since I looked back down on my phone, it forced her to go on her phone. We were silent for awhile before McKenna broke the silence.

"You're an aquarius, right?"

"Only for my whole life."

"Well, look at this," she said, showing me a picture that said The "never gets off the internet" squad. Aquarius, scorpio, taurus, gemini, pisces, and sagittarius were all listed below it. "It's science and it's weird it's right."

"It's actually pseudoscience, so it's just a coincidence it's right," I say back, giving her a look.

"Okay, brains," she says, raising her hands in defense. "But how excited are you for senior year?"

Honestly, even though it's still about two or three months away, I was still scared. My dad is single and works double shift to take care of me and Keenan. If I don't get a scholarship, I'm not getting into a good college. The past three years haven't been bad, it's just I could do better, and I need to do better if I want to go to my school of my choice.

If I get the choice, I'd like to go to a smaller college, preferably close to the beach. Not that I surf or do any sporty things, the waves just calm me. It's also my place of choice during the night when I can't sleep.

"I'm going to walk into the school and shit myself," I say, scaringly calm.

McKenna laughed, her brown eyes crinkling, "Remind me to tell you not to wear white pants that day."

I giggle, nodding my head, "Deal."

Just then, Keenan walked out, "Hey, Dad's not home yet so I was just gonna order pizza." When he realized McKenna was here, he stopped talking and he just stared at her.

He's kind of always had a crush on her. And honestly, I don't know why she doesn't like him back. He's captain of the football team, he's a baseball star, and the best part is, is that he isn't a douche. They'd be really cute together, but McKenna doesn't see him like that.

"Sounds good to me," I say, "Are you staying?" I then ask McKenna.

She shakes her head, "No, Mom is making spaghetti and it's kind of my favorite, so." She waved goodbye and climbed back over the fence.

"She likes spaghetti. Gotta remember that," Keenan mumbled to himself as he walked back inside as I followed.

"Put it in your notes, loverboy," I pat his back before walking past him and going inside.

I log back into tumblr and go through my messages.

mrsallamericant:

I know how you feel. I'm a Mikey girl too. buT DID YOU SEE HE'S FOLLOWING FANS ON TWITTER RIGHT NOWSDOHGS

I quickly type out a reply:

NO I WAS LITERALLY JUST ON THERE I'M SO ANGRY

I whip out my phone and tweet to Michael.

@Michael5SOS if you <3 me you should follow me pls and tnx

Just as I was waiting for him to follow me, even though the chances were slim, there was a knock on the door. Keenan beat me to it, and soon enough, he was walking into the house with a pizza box.

"It's already here?" I ask, surprised at how quick it was.

"No, I ordered it when you went outside. I know you can't say no to pizza anyway," he said, putting the pizza box on the coffee table.

I took a piece and took a huge bite, sighing in content as I chewed. Our local pizza place makes the best pizza, and it was just amazing. Don't blame me for my love of pizza, blame the good pizza.

I reached for my second piece when my phone dinged.

@Michael5SOS now follows you!

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is this cliche enough yet? or am I missing something?

again, i'm sorry that this is so predictable i just want to write something with a lot of fluff and this is what you get

chapters are gonna be a little on the shorter side until they meet

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