NOTE: See note at the end for some lame, slightly half-assed apologies & some rambling about Cassidy's strange fascination with this fic. Also, Wattpad was being dumb & didn't save it right, so over 1000 words are missing. So I had to rewrite like the entire second half. It was wayyy better than this is, too... So I'm a little pissed off now...
That is all for now, continue your wonderful voyage, dearest readers.
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Sunday May 17th, 2015
9:38 am
M: GUESS WHAAAATTTTT
J: no
M: awww 😢
M: WHY NOOOOTTTTT
J: You are yelling, Michael
M: fuck. sorryyyyy
M: will you guess now?
J: ...fineeee
J: what?
M: I'm actually not sure, I was just gonna spam you if you didnt respond so fast
J: aw, good to know I'm loved...
J: xD
M: xDD
J: nO
M: 😒🙀 but I thought that was our thing?
J: sorry Mikey. bad day, I guess. idek lol
M: aw okay, hope it gets betterrr
M: oh how was your performance?
J: FUCKING AWESOMEEEE
M: whos yelling now HUH? WHO
M: YOU ARE. THATS WHO
J: 😳
J: oops...
M: mhmmmm
J: but not even kidding, it was greaaaattttt ahahah
J: now for a school band thing this week
M: fun...
M: idk do you consider that fun?
J: depends. its not terrible for sure, but its still a school trip. I've only got a couple of friends in that class, so.
M: oh. I see.
M: this is why I dropped out, kinda... people are so unreditibibable at school. you dont know if theyre your friends half of the time or not
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