catfish // mgc

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/// *wrapped around your finger plays softly in the background to this gif* ///

"You what?!"

As I sat in the middle of Chipotle, stabbing at my burrito with a fork as I listened to the buzz of chatter around me. Earlier today I had called Kat and asked her if we could hang out and get a bite to eat. It'd been a while since I saw her and I had a lot to get off my chest. I shrugged my shoulders, staring very particularly at a chunk of beef.

"Mae," Kat warned. I peaked at her, scrunching my face.

"What?" I mumbled. She sighed heavily.

"So let me get this straight," she clears her throat. "You finally get Michael fucking Clifford's attention, actually become friends with him, get his Snapchat and his fucking phone number, and you send him fake pictures?!"

I whine. "Shut up! I'm telling you this in confidence, not so you can judge me!"

"I'm not judging you," she says softly, making me look at her. "I just don't understand. I can't judge what I don't understand, babe."

"I know," I sigh. "I don't know why I'm doing this. I feel horrible."

I groan, shoving my food away and smacking my head down on the table. My leg is bouncing uncontrollably and I have my hands folded together on the back of my head. Why did I choose to do this? Why do I have to be so insecure that I fake being someone I'm not?

"Honestly I think Dylan really fucked you up," Kat says, sipping her water. Apparently I asked those questions out loud and not in my head like I had thought.

"Can we please not talk about him?" I said quietly, staring at my hands in my lap. Kat sighed, then snatched my Canon EOS 5D from next to me on the table.

"When'd you get this?" She asked, and I silently thanked her for changing the subject. I shrugged my shoulders.

"My dad sent it as an early birthday present."

"How much to you think it was?"

"Too much," I muttered as Kat began to fumble around on her phone.

"A refurbished one is $2,199, and that's with a $40 discount," she informs me, looking at me with wide eyes. I roll mine.

"Don't act surprised," I scoff. "You know how my dad is. Always trying to buy me back into his life, yada yada yada."

"Have you considered talking to him? I mean, it's been what? Like, 8 years?"

"10," I correct. "And no. He cheated on my mom, and then just left us with nothing. The guy literally shits money and he couldn't leave us with something to help with bills or food or clothes or anything. He didn't even start sending child support until I was 15."

"I know," she sighs, finishing her burrito. "Doesn't he send you personal money, though?"

"Once a month, yeah. Like a stupid allowance."

"What do you do with it all?"

I shrug my shoulders again and I scowl. "I give most of it to my mom for the bills, or spend it on food for us. He only sends about $500 a month, but he used to send $2000 a month but stopped after I sent it back 12 times with a note saying to kindly piss off."

Kat nearly spit out her drink. "$2000?!"

I nod sheepishly. "Mom told me I should save it so I can buy a car or something."

Kat looked at me like a light bulb just went off in her head. "Your mom is a genius, Mae!"

"But I don't want my dad's money," I said slowly, my eyebrows furrowing. Kat grabbed one of my hands in hers, squeezing lightly.

"Think about it. It's not that bad of an idea." She lets go of my hand and snaps a picture of me quickly.

I roll my eyes and sigh heavily, hiding my face. "Fine, just stop taking pictures of me."

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(a/n)

have you guys seen the fucking 5sos doge shit on twitter

like, i woke up this morning to that shit and i wanted to throw my phone out of the fucking window

5000% done with this band why do i even like them

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