Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]

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"Kenna, why did you drag me into the public?" I asked my best friend, who checks out a guy that she walks past him. I snort at her wandering eyes. "McKenna."

"Hmm, what?" She asks, snapping out of her daze as we continue walking down the sidewalk in downtown Orlando.

"We aren't doing anything, so why did you make me come here?" I repeated myself, more clearly this time. She gave me a funny look as we squeezed around people that walked like that had sticks up their asses. They didn't care if they knocked someone down, they just wanted to get where they were going.

"Can't I spend time with my best friend? I mean, you've been in your house all the time, talking to Michael. We haven't really talked to each other since the party," she explained.

"Which, you left me alone at. To hook up with Justin. While you're talking to Calum," I said, trying to keep the venom out of my voice. She was my best friend, but that doesn't mean I approve of everything that she does.

"Calum isn't here. He doesn't need to know about it," she carelessly shrugged, and I just looked at her like she was crazy.

I stopped walking, "Are you serious? Michael tells me about how happy he gets when he talks to you. And you respond to that by checking out other guys and hooking up with Justin?"

Guilt flooded her features, and her shoulders immediately slumped. "It's," she bit her lip. "It's just how I cope with things, alright?" She tugged on my arm, trying to make me keep walking.

"Cope with what?" I asked, more concerned. My tone was as gentle as I could make it, realizing that something was wrong.

"I'm just," she took a deep breath, leading my to a bench on the sidewalk. "I can't explain it. Not right now at least."

"You're scared of a relationship, aren't you?" I asked her as her eyes flickered to mine.

"Scared, yeah. That's it," she nodded her head, gulping.

"Is it because of Alex?" I asked her. Alex was her last boyfriend, and they dated for two years. She was happy with him, and we all thought that he was happy with her, but he was depressed, and he ended up committing suicide. McKenna still holds herself responsible for his death, since she couldn't make him happy enough. She just doesn't understand that some people are too depressed to be helped.

"I mean, that's part of it, yeah," she nodded. I rested my head on her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her. She laid her head on top of mine.

"You know I'm here for you, right?" I asked, looking into her green eyes;

She gave me a smile, nodding her head, making mine move as well, which made me giggle, "Of course, I know."

I opened my mouth to say something, but my phone dinged in my pocket, so I pulled it out. I was expecting it to be a text from Michael, but it ended up being multiple notifications from instagram.

Last night, Michael followed me on there, and ever since then, fans have been blowing up my notifications with comments, likes, and follows. Not all of the comments were good, but over the years, I've learned how to laugh at insults and bullies.

"Well, damn. Someone's popular," McKenna laughed as I unlocked my phone. I had about three thousand followers, just from one day, which was crazy.

"Shoutout to Michael," I mumbled as I read some comments.

"Can you give me a shoutout?" McKenna laughed.

"I can do something better," I told her, going to post something.