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MCIhAEL FUCKING FOLLWED ME ON TWITTER I CAN'T I'M SO HAPPY I DON'T I FAKVIODJFKS

BUT NOW I HAVE TO BE CAREFUL WHAT I TWEET BC I DON'T WANT hIM TO THINK I'm that weird

buT STILL

WHEN I GO TO THEIR CONCERT IN 2 MONTHS I'LL BE ABLE TO BE LIKE "HEY THERE YOU FOLLOW ME" AND H E WON'T BE ABLE TO HEAR BE BUT THAT'LL BE OKAY BC HE F OLL OWS M E

MICHAEL CLIFFORD FOLLWOS ME IMCRYING AND I FORGOT THERES PIZZA WOW OKAY ByE

I wasn't actually crying, but I was practically hyperventilating. That probably wasn't a good thing because I was still eating pizza, and I could have choked and died and I wouldn't have been able to celebrate having 1/4 following me.

Keenan has just been looking at me the whole time with a concerned expression on his face. I would tell him if I could, but I couldn't be able to make a coherent sentence together if I tried. My hands were shaking as I tried to calm down and eat.

"Are you, like, okay?" Keenan asked, his blue eyes looking at me in concern. I wish I had his eyes, but I have weird blue ones. My right one is like split unevenly, and one half is blue and the other half is brown. It's called like sectoral heterochromia or something. Anyway, not the point.

"No, I gotta talk to McKenna," I said, dashing out of the house and running next door. That's right, I ran. When does that happen?

I barged through the door, saying hello to both of her parents, running up the stairs and into her bedroom. When I opened the door, she was sitting criss-cross with a plate of spaghetti sitting in her lap. American Horror Story was playing on netflix on the TV, and she nearly choked on a noodle when I walked in.

"Can I help you?"

"Michaelfollowedmeontwitter," I babbled. Thankfully, we fangirl enough together that we can understand each other when we talk nonsense.

McKenna stood up, setting her plate on her nightstand and screamed with me. I pulled out my phone and showed her the screenshot I took. She hugged me really tight, and I hugged back.

"You can talk to him, and like, tell him to stop dying his hair, and you could even sext him! And-"

"No, no, no, no. No sexting."

"You say that now, but if he makes a move you know you're going to move right back."

I scoff, "Why would he make a move? He doesn't even know what I look like."

"He will when you trade nudes."

"Okay, I'm leaving. I hate you. Goodbye," I say, leaving her room.

"Tell him to have Calum follow me!"

I lifted my middle finger in the air as I closed her door behind me, leaving her to drool over Evan Peters. Not that I blame her. Emma Roberts is one lucky son of a bitch, I say.

I practically floated back to the house; not even barely two weeks in and this was already the best summer I've ever had. Apart from the last one Keenan and I had before Mom got sick, that one was great.

When I walked back into the house, Keenan was standing there, looking as concerned as ever. I just gave him a big, goofy smile and hugged him. He didn't understand as to why I was hugging him so gratefully, but he hugged me back anyways. He's a hugger, that boy.

"Why-"

"Michael Clifford follows me on twitter and I just," I couldn't finish my sentence, so I just squealed into his shoulder.

I don't know how, but he understood why I was so excited about it. It was probably because 1) twin telepathy and 2) I talk about Michael all the time. Just then, McKenna's words sunk into my brain.

"Oh my god," I said, pulling back from the hug and placing my hands on my face. "Should I message him? Or would that make me seem too eager to talk to him? Should I wait until tomorrow? Keenan, what-"

"Message him now because I think you're going to explode if you don't do it soon," he laughed.

I shakily nodded my head, sitting down and pulling out my phone. I debated on what I should say at first, mostly because I didn't want to say the wrong thing and have him unfollow me. But then I just said fuck it; he probably gets way worse messages to him than an overly excited 'hi'.

Kerrigan: OMG YOU FOLLOWED ME HI

Michael: Of course I did. I had to prove my love to you somehow :)

And if Keenan thought that my squealing was bad before, he had a big storm coming. I clutched onto a pillow and screamed into that, since I didn't want the neighbors to think that I was getting murdered in here. My heart was racing, mind swarming, and I couldn't wipe this stupid smile off of my face, goddammit.

Kerrigan: OMGNDKAFN MICHAEL YOU ANSWERED

Kerrigan: But forreal thank you for following me it literally made my summer

Michael: how's your summer going?

Is Michael Clifford really making a conversation with me? Life goals complete, dude.

Kerrigan: I mean I'm eating pizza right now so pretty good

Kerrigan: that sounds like I'm trying really hard to relate to you but I swear I'm not

Kerrigan: I just really like pizza

Michael: fair enough. Pizza makes any day a good day so I get where you're coming from

Michael: pics?

Kerrigan: I was about to call you a fuckboy but then I realized you were talking about the pizza

Kerrigan: Wait you are talking about the pizza right?

Michael: I mean I'm not gonna deny boobies but yeah I mean the pizza

Kerrigan: OMG BOOBIES MICHAEL REALLY

Kerrigan: But okay incoming pizza picture

I took a picture of the pizza, while Keenan just looked at me like I was crazy. But if the celebrity he's obsessed with came and asked him for a picture of the food he was eating, he would whip out his camera in a heartbeat. Nevertheless, I sent the picture to Michael.

Michael: MY STOMACH LITERALLY GROWLED WHEN I SAW THAT THAT LOOKS AMAZING

Kerrigan: *insert corny saying about how pizza is amazing, but not as amazing as you*

Michael: You made me snort from laughter how dare you

Michael: But I kind of really want to know your name. I creeped on your profile and your name starts with a K?

Michael: DAMMIT I ADMITTED TO CREEPING ON YOU

Michael: But pls tell me your name

Kerrigan: Nah, I'll keep it a secret ;)

Kerrigan: Ew I'm never using that winky face again

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So Kerrigan is playing hard to get, huh? Where do you think that'll lead?

Will she let it slip?

Will she give up bc Michael?

FIND OUT NEXT CHAPTER MAYBE