catfish // mgc

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"WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT, SHE'S ALL I EVER THINK ABOUT, THE PICTURE BURNING IN MY BRAIN KISSIN' IN THE RAIN, I CAN'T FORGET MY ENGLISH LOVE AFFAIR."

"Meredith, shut your pie hole!"

"TODAY, I'M 7,000 MILES AWAY, THE MOVIE PLAYIN' IN MY HEAD OF HER KING SIZE BED MEANS I CAN'T FORGET MY ENGLISH LOVE AFFAIR."

"Meredith!"

"MY ENGLISH LOVE AFF-"

I stopped singing and dancing when my stereo mysteriously stopped playing music. I slowly turned around, microphone hair brush in hand, to find my mother glaring at me as she leaned against my door frame, twirling the stereo cord around. I grinned at her.

"Don't like my singing?" I questioned, tossing my hair brush onto my bed. She rolled her eyes.

"I just want you to settle down before the neighbor calls the cops on your weird obsession with that damn boyband. Again."

"They're not a boyband," I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest.

"When are you moving out again?"

I glared at her harder, if that was even possible. I stood still, scowling at my mom till she sighed and left, closing my door behind her. I sighed, plopping down on my bed. I reached over and grabbed my phone off my nightstand, pulling up Twitter.

@maebae96: my mom won't let me blast @5SOS in my room *sighs*

I tossed my phone aside, then got up and turned my stereo back on and turned the volume down, quietly humming along to Kiss me Kiss me. I decided to pull out my outfit for my job interview tomorrow at the local bakery. My phone started ringing, so I scooped it up, answering it without looking.

"Hello-"

"He dyed his hair red," my best friend, Kat, blurted into the phone.

"I don't even get a hello? Maybe a 'how are you today?'" I smirked, smoothing out one of my maxi skirts on my bed.

"Mae! He's a red head now!" She practically shouted at me.

"Who? You mean-"

"Please, crawl out from under your rock and check Twitter."

"All right all right," I mumbled, putting my iPhone on speaker and clicking the home button. I launched Twitter, scrolling down till I saw that a few fan accounts that I followed had posted several pictures of Michael Clifford wandering the streets, a few hours ago.

"Wow, aw. He's so cute. That leather jacket will be the death of- wait. Wait. Oh my God." My hand flew up over my mouth.

"See!" Kat shouted.

"Oh my God!"

"I know!"

"Holy shit I thought I'd never see the day," I murmur, mesmerized by his beauty, and his newfound red hair.

"He looks really good with the red. I thought I was a Calum girl, but I might just be a Michael girl now," Kat sighed.

"He's gonna go bald," I sighed as well, now scrolling down his Instagram page, looking at all his old hair colors.

"You're welcome," Kat said, clearly smirking to herself like she just did me a huge favor.

Which, let's face it, she totally did.

"Just wait till the concert pictures start appearing. I'm gonna die."

"True," she agreed.

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As I was downstairs preparing a gourmet hot pocket meal, I could hear my phone repeatedly pinging, as if someone was blowing up my phone. I sighed heavily, figuring it was Kat sending me a million pictures of Michael with his new red hair. I sprinted up the stairs, hot pocket in hand, and jogged to my room. I jumped onto my bed, ready to shout via text at Kat for blowing up my phone, until I noticed there were Twitter notifications.

A lot of them.

I took a bite of my hot pocket, scrolling through my lock screen. They were all notifications to my most recent tweet to Michael. Why was I getting so much attention cause of that tweet? I launched the app.

I stared at my phone screen, at my tweet, my eyebrows pulled together in slight confusion.

@maebae96: @Michael5SOS how much hair do you have left at this point? i'm starting to get concerned that you'll be bald soon

2k retweets.

3k favorites.

1k replies, most of them saying "HAHAHAHAHA THIS OMFG"

But one stood out particularly. I gulped, blinking rapidly.

@Michael5SOS: @maebae96 not that much 😕 no worries bae, I'll just get a wig if that happens and no one will ever know

Holy shit.

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(a/n)

HOLY CRAP IM FINALLY POSTING THIS YES

IVE SPENT SO LONG TRYING TO WRITE IT AND IM REALLY CONFIDENT ABOUT IT EVEN THOUGH NO ONE WILL READ IT LMAO

Anyway I promise things will definitely get more interesting in the next few chapters agjdbskdbjs

((((Which will be posted every few days I feel???))))

just giVE ME A CHANCE OK

But I wanted to write one of those true fangirl fantasies but add my own little twist to it bc all the other (5sos) (bc tbh i read nothing else) stories I've read so far are like all the same let's face it

(Side note: 1 If I get the months wrong for his hair color don't judge me, I can't remember the order his hair colors are in and I'm too lazy to look it up, and 2 I am v v aware that there are other stories like this out there so don't patronize me pls)

(Ps who else can relate to that picture in the media section hahahahahah fml)

(Pss creds to my friend catie for actually giving me the whole "catfish" idea)