Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]

⸢18⸥

As the day of Michael's arrival approached, I started worrying. I was worrying about how the house looked, how my room looked, how everything smelled, my embarrassing sixth grade picture hanging on the wall in the living room. I knew he wasn't one to judge someone, but I was still scared as to how he would look at me.

"Kerrigan, you need to chill," Keenan told me one day as I polished an end table. "He's not going to care if there's dust in places. He lives on a tour bus, for fuck's sake. I'm sure he'll be happy to be in an actual house."

"Yeah, but, this is the first time we're actually meeting. I want it to be perfect," I explained, setting the bottle of Pledge down on the table.

Keenan gave me a look, "He won't care, I'm telling you. If he's anything like you say he is, he'll be content with just being with you. The house doesn't have to look spotless."

"I don't want him to be content, Keenan. I want him to be happy and comfortable here," I huff, plopping down on the lazy boy recliner, rubbing the palms of my hands into my eyes. This was stressing me out. Can't he like stay in a hotel or something?

"Now I see why people say we're too stubborn for our own good," Keenan mumbled.

"I don't see how that's making me feel better," I say, knowing that he was trying to calm me down. However, insulting me and calling me stubborn wasn't getting the job done.

"Kerrigan," Keenan groaned, making me peek out at him from between my fingers. "I'll make a deal with you. He's not coming for another three days, so I'll make sure the house isn't a complete mess. And if he comes and isn't happy with the 'mess', I'll tell him it's my fault."

"You'd do that for me?" I asked him, dropping my hands.

Keenan smiled, "First of all, yes, I'm your brother. Second of all, he's not my boyfriend, so why would I try to impress him?"

"He's not my boyfriend either," I tell him, popping my knuckles considering all I've been doing was cleaning.

Keenan raised an eyebrow at me, sucking his teeth, leaning back on the couch and crossing one leg over the other, "You really think that that's going to last long?"

I hoped that it wasn't, but I didn't feel the need to tell Keenan that, so I just shrugged my shoulders. A part of me was hoping that Michael liked me too, but another part of me was convinced that I had creeped him out with all of my fangirling. If he actually checks my tumblr regularly, like he says he does, then he no doubt would he be creeped out by the pictures I draw of him. I still hadn't told him that that was the only reason why I'm going to see them live.

"Do you really think he would shorten a visit to his family by a whole week just to see a girl he wasn't serious about?" Keenan further questioned.

"I mean, I'm a fan so -"

"He's not going to just visit any random fan, you buttmunch. Yeah, he tweeted you or whatever, but if he didn't like you, he would have just stopped talking to you by now," Keenan cut me off.

"You make it hard to deny any of that."

"Because I'm right," Keenan states, sending me a cocky smile, making me snort. "Sis, I know you're insecure, but he likes you. Face the facts."

I swallowed thickly, tears threatening to spill. Keenan was literally the best person I could ever ask for, put even before Michael and McKenna. As much as I don't want to admit it, they're only friends, and there is a high chance that we won't be friends later in life. However, Keenan is my twin brother, and I'm stuck with him, and I don't even look at it like it's a bad thing.

I got up from the recliner and sat down next to him, wrapping my arms around his torso to give him the best hug as I could. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and hugged me back. For once, he actually smelled good, and not like sweaty teenage boy.

We stayed like that for a bit as we both watched the baseball game that was on, him paying more attention to it than me, for obvious reasons. I reached into to the pocket of my sweatpants and grabbed my phone, opening up the instagram app.

"Are posting a picture of me?" Keenan asked. I looked up to see that he was watching what I was doing.

"Of us. It would be weird if I just posted a picture of you," I informed him, looking through my camera roll to find a suitable picture of the two of us.

I decided on a picture of the two of us when we stayed at a cabin by a lake earlier this summer. We were sitting on a dock, me in a bikini top and nike shorts, him in a pair of basketball shorts. Oblivious to my dad taking the picture, we were setting up the fishing poles, and Keenan looked really concerned that I was going to get a fish hook stuck in my fingers.

It was cute, in my opinion, but I was just concerned that people would make a comment concerning what I was wearing. Of course, I had just got done swimming in the lake, but my followers didn't know that. They would probably assume that I was posting that picture just because Michael follows me.

Before I could over think anymore, and come up with scenarios that wouldn't happen even when hell freezes over, I posted the picture. The caption was just a simple "Fishy fishy", the picture getting fifty likes in under a minute.

"Damn, girl," Keenan said when he saw the amount of likes there was already.

"Well, these comments are saying 'Damn boy', so I mean," I shrugged my shoulders. Most of the comments actually weren't directed at me, but at Keenan. Everyone thought he was hot, which, not to be creepy or anything, he was.

"Really?"

"Really."

My brother smirked, scrolling through the comments, raising his eyebrows at some, laughing at others, and completely avoiding most. The fam isn't known for beating around the bush when they think something is cute, or bad, or whatever. Keenan wasn't an exception either.

"I see where you get your weirdness from," he told me, making my jaw drop in mock offence.

"I see where you get your rudeness from," I shot back.

Keenan snorted, "Oh, and where's that?"

"Your friends."

"They aren't even that bad, Kerrigan," he told me, giving me a look and I knew he was telling the truth. His group of friends were actually really sweet. Except, of course, to each other. Then they're plain nasty.

"I know, I know. I just couldn't think of a good comeback," I sighed, pouting my lips and resting my forehead on Keenan's shoulder.

"You suck."

"Fuck off."

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If you couldn't tell, I never know how to end chapters haha

two more chapters and then they meet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my wattpad writing thingie updated and it's really weird and there's this really big space at the end of this thing and idk how to make it go away. So sorry if it's there idk how to fix it

Picture on the side is the picture Kerrigan drew that she won the contest for meeting 5sos.

okay that's all byeeee