Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]

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I woke up the next morning, well, late morning, to nine direct messages from Michael. The fact that we wanted to talk to me so much that he spammed me made me feel some type of way.

Michael: I KNOW YOUR NAME

Michael: I FIGURED IT OUT

Michael: TRYNA BE SLICK BUT YOU FORGOT YOU PUT YOUR TUMBLR IN YOUR BIO

Michael: I STALKED YOUR TUMBLR

Michael: (you're a good artist btw)

Michael: BUT YOU'VE SAID YOUR NAME ON YOUR TUMBLR

Michael: YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME KERRIGAN

Michael: Oh wait maybe you're sleeping

Michael: Have good Z's

Honestly, I completely forgot about the fact that I put my tumblr in my twitter bio. But, it's whatever. I would have cracked and told him my name soon anyway. It was just a matter of time.

I texted McKenna because I wanted her to come over. I also never got the chance to tell her that Michael and I have been talking, so when I tell her, she'll either 1) hate me or 2) be happy for me. Or, maybe even both. I never know anymore.

To: My Ho

Come over I have updates about me and MICHAEL

To: My Ho

Michael***

I didn't get a reply text, but I heard her front door shut, and she was sitting in my living room in no time. Keenan went up to his room at some point in the night, so he wasn't around to gawk at her.

I told McKenna everything. From my one tweet, to him following me (even though she already knew about that), and then to our conversations, me refusing to tell him my name, and to now, when he found out my name.

She wasn't offended that I didn't tell her, actually. She just called me a lucky bitch for everything. And honestly, I was. What were the chances that he would see my one tweet? And then see my one DM? Slim to none, but somehow, we're still talking.

"So what did you say after he told you he knew your name?" McKenna asked.

I blinked, "I forgot to reply."

"You dumb bitch."

I gave her the finger while unlocking my phone to reply to Michael. God, I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of saying that.

Kerrigan: Well the mystery was nice while it lasted

Michael: Wait you aren't mad?

Michael: I'm actually glad you aren't tho bc I would feel bad

I smiled at the last message. He's such a sweetheart I love Michael.

Kerrigan: Awe Michael :') No I'm not mad. I would've cracked and told you in like two days anyway

Michael: ........ So you wouldn't be angry if I told you I knew your last name too?

Kerrigan: WAIT WHAT

Michael: LOOK YOU TOLD SOMEONE YOUR LAST NAME ON TUMBLR I DIDN'T STALK YOU THAT HARDCORE

Kerrigan: I don't believe you.......

Michael: Okay......

Michael: ........ Kerrigan Morris

Kerrigan: OKAY I BELIEVE YOU

"I see that I've been forgotten about over here. Okay, cool. We've only been friends for eleven years, but it's whatever, I get it—"

"I'm talking to Michael Clifford leave me alone!" I yelled at McKenna. Not, like, actually yell or anything. I just talked loudly at her.

"Wow," she laughed. "I see how it is. I'll be at my house. Tell me if you see the Cliffoconda."

I shooked my head in amusement as she walked out of the door.

Michael: So.... Now I know your name and I know you live in Florida......

Michael: Do we know each other well enough that I can get your number?

Michael: The digits?

Michael: Those are the only two words I know that mean 'phone number' so

Kerrigan: I'll only give you it if you come up with another synonym

Michael: UM UM UM

Michael: All that thesaurus.com is telling me is 800 number does that count???

Kerrigan: I was kidding I was going to give it to you anyway it's funny to see you freak out

Kerrigan: And flattering but whatever

Then, I sent him my number with shaking fingers. After I sent it, I thought that I made a mistake, or that he was catfishing me this whole time, because he didn't respond to me. But then my text tone went off, and butterflies erupted in my stomach when I saw the message.

Unknown Number: Hey hi it's Michael

Kerrigan: Hey hi it's Kerrigan

Michael: I hate myself we just traded numbers and now I have to go to sound check but I promise I'll text you when we get done.

Michael: I PINKY PROMISE

Kerrigan: OKAY HAVE FUN BUT DON'T HURT YOURSELF

I sighed in content and smiled up at the ceiling. Okay, this is just. I don't even know. I realize that no one has had this opportunity with Michael. If they did, it would be all over tumblr or twitter or something because certain people don't know how to keep their mouths shut in this fandom.

Honestly? I'm one of those people. But I know that I can't post about it, because then I'll lose Michael's trust, and I don't want that. I love Michael, even before we started, like, actually talking. I love him as a person, but I don't think I love him. Or maybe I do. Yeah I probably do, who am I kidding.

Keenan walked down the stairs a couple of minutes later. All he had on were pajama bottoms, and his hair was all over the place. How does McKenna not find him attractive? I'm his sister and I can see how hot he is.

That sounded a lot more creepy that I realized it would.

He let out a loud yawn as he ran his hand through his hair. He gave me a sleepy smile before he walked into the kitchen to get a glass of milk. When he came back out, he plopped right back down on the couch next to me.

I was watching TMZ with disgust. I have an overwhelming sense of hate for paparazzi just because I see how much frustration they cause celebrities. So it wasn't long before I switched the TV channel to Spongebob.

"So how's—"

"I have Michael's number."

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Same, Kerrigan, same.