Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]

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Michael: HAPPY ONE WEEK ANNIVERSARY

Michael: You only have to get me one thing today

Kerrigan: What

Michael: A PICTURE OF YOUR FACE

Kerrigan: I would but I'm ugly right now

Michael: That's a lie I saw enough of your face in that picture you sent a couple of days ago to know you're a cutie

If he want to see my face alive, he better stop calling me cute, because I'll be dead soon enough.

Kerrigan: Well maybe then but I literally just got out of bed so I look like death

Michael: Wow is death cute??? Must be if you look like it!!!!

Kerrigan: Stop trying to persuade me bc it's working

Michael: FUCK YEAH

Kerrigan: Stfu you smug son of a bitchdsla

Keenan yanked my phone out of my hand, making me type and send Michael a bunch of random letters. Now it just looks like I'm fangirling.

"Keenan," I whined, making grabbing motions toward my phone.

He just laughed and held it above his head. Damn him and his freakishly tall height. He knows that he's ten feet taller than me, so he uses it to his advantages whenever possible. We may look alike in most aspects, but our height is on totally different levels.

"Kerrigan," He mocks my whine.

"Give it back!" I groan, getting up from the couch and jumping to try to get my phone. It doesn't work.

"Nope. I want to spend time with my sister, but she's too busy having her phone stuffed in her face," he retorts.

"I'm texting someone!" I continue to groan.

"Not anymore," he replied, stuffing my phone in the pocket of his basketball shorts.

"Fine," I mumble.

We sat down on the couch together and watched tv. It was nice, despite the fact that I felt guilty about not texting Michael back. But I was relaxing with my brother, so it's hard to complain about that.

Soon enough, we started to get bored of the mind numbing shows playing. I got up to make myself a sandwich, which Keenan also wanted to make him one. I can't say no to him though.

I started spreading mayonnaise on the slices of bread when Keenan called out to me, "Who's Michael?"

"The person that I told you I've been texting," I retorted, giving him a look through the kitchen partition window.

"Well, he texted back," he replied. I could tell he was scrolling through our messages, which I really wasn't angry about. I have nothing to hide from him, and besides, him and McKenna are the first people I tell anything. There's a reason why they're the only two people that know my passcode

"Please don't say anything," I begged him, bringing the finished sandwiches into the living room.

"Okay," he said. It kind of surprised me that he agreed to it just like that, but I shrugged it off.

We started eating our sandwiches as he continued scrolling through what I thought was his phone, but it ended up being mine. He kept taking pictures of me mid bite, mid chew. When he started talking like paparazzi, I started giggling like crazy, as he continued to snap pictures.