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Michael: RUDE

Michael: RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE

Michael: I JUST WANTED TO BE ABLE TO STALK YOU

Michael: I was joking

Michael: I wasn't really going to stalk you

Michael: I fucked uP

Michael: PLs ANSweR ME

Michael: I would call your name bUT OH WAIT YOU WON'T TELL ME IT

Kerrigan: I was peeing omg

Kerrigan: BUT WERE YOU ACTUALLY CONCERNED THAT I WASN'T GOING TO TALK TO YOU ANYMORE

Kerrigan: OMG MY HEART

I set my phone down and waited for a reply, but my dad walked in the front door during that time. It was seven o'clock, and he just got off of work. I feel guilty a lot of times, since I could easily get a job, but he tells me to not worry about it and enjoy being a kid.

He didn't get to go to college, since his family was poor, so he had to get a job as soon as he turned 16. So now he doesn't want me and Keenan to go through that, so he doesn't make us get a job. Mom is supposed to pay child support, but she kind of has a drug habit to support, so that's a problem for her. It's a long story.

Dad came and sat down next to me on the couch, kissing my temple before he propped his feet up on the coffee table. Smiling, I rested my head on his shoulder, despite the fact that he smelled like the customer service booth at Sam's Club.

"Why're you in such a good mood?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"You know the band that I like?" I asked.

"Which one?"

"The one that reminds you of barbecue sauce," I said, and he nodded.

"What about it?"

"Well, my favorite member finally followed me today on twitter," I tried to hold in my smile, but it didn't work. The excitement came back to me and I couldn't contain my giddiness.

"Haven't you been trying to get that to happen for like a year?" He asked, twirling my auburn-ish hair around his finger.

I nodded excitedly, "More like two years, but that doesn't matter because it finally happened. And we've been talking since he followed me and it's just a really great day."

"Well I'm happy for you," he said, kissing my cheek.

"There's a couple slices of pizza in the fridge if you want them," I told him, knowing that he hasn't eaten since noon. He just thanked me and went to the fridge in the kitchen.

I picked up my phone and saw that Michael messaged back.

Michael: I have the power to figure out what your name is ya know

Kerrigan: Okay but I'm still not telling you so???

Michael: WHY!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Kerrigan: Idk I find it funny

Michael: Well what if I want to send you tickets to the show and I can't bc idk who you are???

Kerrigan: I'm already going to a concert so joke's on you

Michael: When?

Kerrigan: September 12

It took a little bit for the next message to pop up. So, during that time, I went on tumblr and reblogged some things, because why not.

Michael: I JUST ASKED ASHTON AND THAT'S THE TAMPA SHOW

Michael: YOU'RE FROM FLORIDA

Michael: I PULLED A FAST ONE ON YOU HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THAT

Kerrigan: Content

Michael: HAHAHAHAHA

Michael: Wait why

Kerrigan: There's going to be a lot of people at that concert and you don't know my name or what I look like

Michael: I still have four months to crack you and figure out who you are

Kerrigan: oH

Michael: I have to go Ashton is crabby bc I woke him up and now he's yelling at me for not being sociable with the band+

Michael: even though I'm with them 24/7 and I want to talk to a girl that seems hella rad okay bye he's glaring at me now

Kerrigan: IM TOTALLY NOT HELLA RAD THO but ty don't die from the look of doom

I set my phone down with this big, goofy grin on my face. I figured that Michael would be a great texter, mostly because Michael is just a great human being, but it's so much more better than I expected. And can we talk about the fact that he complimented me? I really can't wow okay.

"I figure that it's because of Michael, but why are you so smiley?" Keenan asked.

"He called me hella rad," I squealed, thrashing around from excitement for a little bit. Keenan just smiled at me and turned his attention back to the TV.

I was lucky that he didn't hate me at this point, since I'm kind of annoying when it comes to things like this. But, I let him talk to me about baseball and football teams that I could really care less about, so I guess it's kind of even.

"Keenan, Michael Clifford is talking to me. Like, he's actually real. And he's talking to me, of all people," I said, even though he wasn't really listening to me. I just stared up at the ceiling, trying to fathom as to how and why he noticed my one tweet. A lot of people spam him with hundreds of tweet, and they still don't get noticed.

In the end, I just chalked it up to luck and my lame sense of humor. Or maybe I guilted him into following me since I practically accused him of not loving me unless he followed me? If that's the case I feel really guilty about the whole thing.

I pulled out my laptop from under the couch and logged onto my tumblr. It's been about three hours since I last posted, so I should probably post something.

Okay so like I dmed Michael and literally I didn't expect anything less from him like??? You're real??? You're a human and you're talking to me???? WHYYYEYWYYWHWEYSH

thank god my brother puts up with me so well because I'm losing more and more chill as the hours go on.

BTW ThANK YOU FOR 25k WHY DO YOU ALL LIKE ME IM A FUCKTARD THAT'S ALL GOODBYE

I pressed post and shut down my laptop, which was a struggle for me. That thing is my baby and my only connection to the outside world. "Outside world" being outside of Florida.

Keenan pressured me into watching Field of Dreams, so that's how my night ended; passed out with my brother on the couch.

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I love Michael

That is all