Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]

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For awhile, Michael and I just smiled and stared at eachother. Everything just fell down on me at once, and I realized that this is the boy that I've been obsessed with for nearly four years now. This is the boy that I've dreamed of seeing live, and now we're facetiming.

"Holy fuck it's you," he said, placing a hand on his cheek.

I blushed and said, "Shouldn't I be the one saying that?"

Michael's smile got even bigger, his face pulled taut with his eyes crinkling. "Probably."

"You're lucky I'm not screaming. I could literally explode right now but I'm not," I informed him.

"That would be unfortunate, considering I just started actually talking to you and I kind of want to talk to you a lot."

I covered my face with my hand in an attempt to cover my ridiculously huge smile. My face was hurting, but I can't really do anything to control it. "You're making it hard to not squeal."

"Sorry," he laughed, and it sounds about a million and one times better when he's laughing at something you said.

"It's okay."

"Oh my god. Your dimples," he mumbled, and I'm pretty sure that he wasn't planning on saying that out loud.

"You saw them in the pictures!" I replied.

"Yeah but it's better because I'm making you smile so, therefore, I'm making your dimples."

So the feeling is requited.

"You sound very Australian today," I quickly take the attention off of me and my dimples.

"Always changing the subject," he tutted. "You sound very American."

"Makes sense," I shrug.

We both laughed, and the front door opened, then closed. Keenan walked into the living room and looked over my shoulder to see what I was doing. When he saw that I was facetiming Michael, his eyes widened and he backed up, making me laugh.

"He's not Madusa. You can look at him," I continue to laugh.

"It's not that! I was making a stupid face!" He complained, covering his face up.

"Why are you home so soon anyway?"

"Kyle didn't want much to do with me once he realized I didn't bring you," he explained walking in front of me.

I scrunched my nose up and furrowed my eyebrows, straining my neck to look up at him. "I don't even know the guy."

"He knows you, and he thinks you're hot."

"Same," Michael said, trying to butt back into the conversation, but it only made Keenan give me a teasing look and a blush to coat my cheeks. I don't like them teaming up against me.

"Well. That's unfortunate for him, because I don't even know the dude."

Keenan laughed, stretching out on the recliner, running a hand down his face.

"Oi, Keenan!" Michael called to him. Keenan walked over behind me and poked his head on the screen. "Thanks for the lovely pictures of your sister."

"Oh that was to you! No problem dude. Do you have a snapchat? I'd love to send you pictures of her and embarrass the living shit out of her," Keenan asked, taking out his phone and opening the app.

Michael gave him his username, and just like that, my brother had Michael's snapchat before I did. Part of me, a lot of me, actually, was jealous that I don't have it. But the better person in me was happy and Michael and Keenan were getting along and talking, despite the reason for it was to embarrass me.

"I smell a bromance," I sniff the air, and then sigh like I smell something good. "Meenan as fuck."

"While Meenan is great and all," Michael said while rubbing his eye, "I'm more of a Merrigan kind of guy."

Keenan cooed at him, which made me blush harder than it usually would have. With one last teasing look, Keenan walked up the stairs and into his room, leaving Michael and I to ourselves.

"Is that really our shipname?" I asked with a small voice.

"Yeah. Kichael sounds likes some sort of disease, so Merrigan," he explained.

"That still kind of sounds like a disease, though," I say.

"But Kichael sounds fatal and Merrigan sounds like you'd recover after a week or so."

I shrug, "Fair enough."

There was a voice in the background, and Michael stuck his head out of his bunk. The person and him talked for a little bit, and I swear I heard my name in there, but it was really hard to tell. Michael's face popped back on screen with a pout on his lips.

"I got to go. Sound check and shit," he explained.

"Have fun." Just as we were about to hang up, I said, "Wait!"

"What?" He said with wide eyes.

"I dare you to say I'm Merrigan af tonight."

He smiled, "Challenge accepted."

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It was really fortunate and ironic that there was going to be a live stream of that concert. McKenna and I were both sitting on my bed, watching the concert.

I didn't tell her what Michael was supposed to say, and I didn't tell her that we even facetimed. I planned on telling her, but I kept forgetting, so now it's just going to be surprise afterthought.

McKenna had a death grip on my arm during Beside You, mostly because Calum, but also because it was her favorite song, but it was mostly because Calum.

I kept my squealing to a minimum, just in case Michael mumbled it, I didn't want to miss it. McKenna had her face burried in my shoulder.

During Good Girls, which was my absolute favorite song, even before they released it as a single, I watched intently.

"I swear she lives in that library," Calum sang. "Michael what does she say?"

"I'm Merrigan af!"

I jumped out of bed and started screaming. I figured that he would say it, but I didn't think he would do it so publicly. He put it in Good Girls, for fuck's sake.

"What? What's going on? Are you okay? What did he say?" McKenna asked.

I was breathing hard from excitement, so it took me a little bit to finally calm down enough to explain it all to her.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" She asked, smacking my arm.

"I kept forgetting and then I couldn't find a good time to tell you. But holy fuck he actually said it."

I reached under my bed and pulled out my top and immediately pulled up tumblr.

WHO KNOWS MICHAEL FUCKING SAID TONIGHT

QUICK IT'S FOR SCIENCE

I obviously knew what he said, but I was just curious as to what people thought he said.

I got some replies, but most of them said that they didn't know either. But, there was one person that must have had ears like a hawk, because they were pretty damn close.

Anonymous: Idk exactly what he said but it kind of sounded like your name??? Your names Kerrigan right?

I decided to play dumb, and act like I didn't tell Michael to say what he said.

Reply: HILY FUCL IF H SIAD MY NAME IM GONNA CRY

I thought that it was a pretty convincing response, and a lot of people agreed that it kind of sounded like he said Kerrigan. Thankfully, no one said that it sounded like Merrigan, and then realize that that would be our shipname.

Michael had a smug look in his face for the rest of the concert, like he knew that he just killed me.

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