Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]

⸢19⸥

Tomorrow is the day, and I think I'm going to pee my pants. Yesterday, literally all I could do was sit in my house and scroll through tumblr, which was full of pictures of Michael, which made me even more excited. I'll be seeing him, and not a picture or video of him, which will be weird, but the most amazing thing all at the same time.

I nearly lost my mind yesterday, actually. Keenan kept his promise and had been tidying up the house whenever it got too bad, but I still was worried that he would forget. He's not known for his impeccable memory.

That's why today, McKenna offered to take me out to do something, which will probably end up being shopping. I told her that she shouldn't buy me anything, since I probably have something to wear for tomorrow, but she's more than likely not going to keep that promise.

Our legs move in sync with each other as we walk down the sidewalks of downtown Tampa. We weren't talking about anything that was important, just small talk mostly.

"Any plans for when Michael comes?" She asked me.

"Yep," I said, kicking a pebble out of my way and smiling despite myself.

"Do tell," McKenna gushed elbowing me gently in the ribs.

"Well, the first day we're probably just going to cuddle a lot, then we're going to that good ice cream place to next day. The next day, we're going to the beach, despite his protests, then he's going to help me dye my hair, then we're going to wander around Tampa. The last day we're going to Disney World," I tell her.

"You probably just could have told me the Disney World part. I didn't need to know every little detail."

"Well, if I didn't tell you, then you would pretend to be offended, and then I would apologize, and then you would laugh at me because I thought you were seriously offended," I explain.

McKenna bit her lip to contain her smile because she knew it was true. It's funny once I understand that she's only joking, but when I legitimately think that she's angry at me, I'm scared shitless. It happens everytime.

I know that it would take a lot more than me not telling her all of my plans to ruin our friendship, but I couldn't take that risk. McKenna is my rock. Keenan is too, but he acts like a boy too much sometimes, and I don't feel the need to hang out with him when he gets like that. I prefer McKenna to talk about girly things. But Keenan is nice about pretty much anything other than that.

"I'm excited for you," she said, leading me into a store.

"I'm excited for myself."

She pulled out a jean jacket and gave me a look that said you've got to be kidding me. I snorted at her irritated look and started looking through racks of clothes myself. I pulled out a cute jacket with pink flowers on it. At further inspection, meaning the price tag, I decided that it wasn't as cute as I initially thought it was.

"Do you want that?" McKenna asked when I put it back on the rack.

"Nah, I don't need it."

"That's not what I asked," she pushed, walking over to the jacket and pulling it out again. It was really really cute. "Do you want it?"

I bit my lip, studying the piece of clothing until I decided that, yes, I really want it a lot, "Kind of, yeah."

"Then I'm getting it for you."

"McKenna —"

"Hush," she ordered, holding a finger to her lips. "I. Am. Getting it. For. You."

I resisted the urge to hug her as she draped the jacket over her arm and continued looking for clothes. With only my dad working, Keenan and I didn't have a lot of money to splurge on things. On the other hand, McKenna's parents both work successful jobs, giving her more free money than she knows what to do with. As much as I hate it, most of my closet was bought by her. I've told her that she doesn't need to buy me things, but she says that she needs a best friend with good style.