Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]

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It's been nearly three days since Michael and I first started talking, and we've barely stopped talking during the course of that time. He's just as funny as I imagined he would be, and I want nothing more than to have the concert come already so I can meet him.

McKenna and I were at the mall to buy some new clothes. Well, we were buying new clothes for me, because my wardrobe consists of mostly black and that's really not the best thing to have in the middle of summer in Florida.

Even though the trip was supposed to be for me, it ended up that McKenna bought more things than I have. She tried to get me to buy things, but our styles are completely different, so I basically denied everything she suggested to me, despite her desperate pleas to have me buy it because it'll look good on you because you actually have an ass.

We had gone to four stores, and I only bought a crop top, some shorts, and a new pair of vans. On the other hand, McKenna bought everything in each of the stores, it seemed like. She's literally 120 pounds soaking wet, so I really don't get how she hasn't tipped over yet.

Now, we were in the food court, which was my favorite place in the mall, right before Hot Topic. That's where I really wanted to go, but no, it's not a summer-y place, according to McKenna, and I don't know how to coordinate mall trips, so I leave that to her.

I was munching on some fries and scrolling through twitter, when my phone started buzzing.

Incoming Facetime: FUVKING MICHAEL

I drop my phone on the table and almost immediately and gasp. Fuck, I should answer it, and I really really want to answer it, but I don't want to be that person that Facetimes in public. Although, I'd risk it for Michael.

"Answer it!" McKenna yells at me, as if answering it was the most obvious thing I should do. Which, it kind of was.

"We're in public!"

"So?"

While we were debating on answering it, he hung up. I throw my head back and groan loudly, not even caring about what everybody else thinks. I just missed a golden opportunity to answer a Facetime from Michael Clifford, but I didn't answer it.

"Idiot," McKenna mumbled, and I just glare.

Kerrigan: FUCK

Kerrigan: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUKC

Kerrigan: I'M IN FUCKING PUBLIC I'm SO ANGRY RN

Michael: I probably should have asked you if you were available to facetime anyway it's my bad

Kerrigan: "AVAILABLE" OMG

Kerrigan: No I should have been that person and just answered it

Michael: Ew no I hate those people thank god you didn't do that

Michael: What are you doing in public anyway that place is gross

Kerrigan: I know but McKenna forced me to come to get summer clothes bc apparently you can't wear black skinny jeans and leggings in 100 degree weather

Michael: Who's McKenna?

McKenna wasn't even paying attention to me and what I was doing. She just expected me to ignore her and start texting Michael, I guess. So, I took a picture of her as a fry was sticking out of her mouth and sent it to Michael

Kerrigan: [Picture attached] my hot best friend

Michael: I see boobs