catfish // mgc

☼ e i g h t e e n ☼

same luke

It's been three weeks and Michael still has yet to talk to me.

In fact, out of the four boys, Ashton was the only one who did for a solid two weeks. On the third, Luke came around, and then eventually Calum followed. They were all upset with me for lying and hurting Michael, which I understood and couldn't blame them, but I was happy they were talking to me again. I couldn't bear losing one of them, let alone all four of those weirdos.

I strayed far from Twitter, not wanting to see any sad or hate tweets. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to handle it. Every single night I struggled with wanting to relapse. I never did; thankfully Ash or Kat was always there to talk me out of it. I wanted so badly to sit on Tumblr and look at all the pictures of the boys, and all the concert pictures, but I knew if I saw Michael I'd break.

I was currently sitting at my desk, my chin propped up by my hand as I concentrated on editing a picture of the homeless guy who was holding up his infamous inspirational sign, this one saying "What is coming is better than what is gone". Luke quietly sang "Beside You" (Cal was screaming it from somewhere in the room) on the other end of FaceTime, his face in the corner of my screen.

"Pay attention to me," he whined, pouting. I rolled my eyes.

"Shush Lucas Pukas," I snorted. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"Sleep is for the weak," Calum announced, coming into view.

I pursed my lips and pushed my glasses up my nose. "I love sleep too much. Takes away reality for a few hours."

"Are you almost done with the pictures? I wanna see them," Luke whined again.

"Almost, jeez. Ever heard of patience?"

"Eh," he shrugged.

I lightened up the picture just a smidge, then scanned it for anything else. Once I was satisfied, I sent him an entire folder of pictures I had taken and been editing for the past two hours while on FaceTime with Luke.

"There. Sent."

"Got them," he said excitedly.

"Be nice," I pouted at the camera.

"Wow, holy shit," he murmured. I bit my thumb nail nervously.

"Is that a good holy shit or a bad holy shit?" I asked.

"Definitely a good," Calum laughed, sounding impressed.

"You should totally come on tour with us and be like, our personal photographer person thing," Luke sputtered, and Calum made a noise of agreement.

"Michael said the same thing, kind of," I chuckled softly. We all sighed at the mention of him. "How is he?"

"Do you want an honest answer or just some bullshit?" Calum questioned, crossing his arms over his chest tightly.

"Honest, I suppose."

"He's shit," Luke said quickly. "He's a fucking wreck, Mae."

I stared down at my hands as a lump formed in my throat. It's all my fault.

"He misses you," Cal mused. I shook my head.

"No, he's got no reason to miss me."

"He does. You should have heard how he would talk about you. He still fucking does! He's just hurt."

"He doesn't answer my texts anymore," I frowned. Luke groaned.

"You both are so fucking oblivious!" He shouted, throwing his hands up. My eyebrows knitted together.

"To what, exactly?"

"Skinny love," Ashton yells out from somewhere else in the room. I snort.

"Come on skinny loooove," I sang, laughing. "No way Jose. Mikey doesn't see me like that."

"Mae," Calum snaps. "Open your eyes! He literally confessed he was falling for you last time you guys talked!"

"Michael is an idiot but he knows what he wants," Luke interjects.

"And it's you," Ashton adds in a sing song voice. I sigh, scooting my glasses up my nose again.

"I don't know guys..."

"Hey, is there any pizza left-"

"Aw fuck," Calum mumbled as Michael's head popped up from behind the three boys that were crowded around Luke's phone. I blanched.

"Oh," Michael said flatly once he saw me. The three other's exchanged glances, having some kind of a silent agreement. Luke held up a finger to me, then everything got quiet as if he muted his end. Suddenly mouths were flying and everyone looked to be talking over each other. Michael seemed to be growing angrier and angrier and I started feeling smaller and smaller.

I pulled my legs up to my chest as I sat nervously in my chair. I yanked my glasses off my face and cleaned them off with my hoodie sleeve. I noticed the screen went from frantic movement to no movement so I looked up, squinting at the screen. All four boys were staring at me, causing me to raise an eyebrow.

"What? Why are y'all staring at me like that?" I asked, my voice squeaking as I put my glasses back on.

"You just look..." Luke started, after unmuting his end.

"Hot," Calum finished for him. Michael shoved him, scoffing.

"Different," Ashton corrected, smacking Calum upside his head. "You look different without your glasses."

I blushed, smirking slightly and tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Whatever," Michael scoffed, shaking his head out of a daze it seemed. I frowned. "I'm going to go find pizza."

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(a/n)

omg ok that was a really weird ending but i wanted y'all to just like get a hint that michael is still like "yo that's my girl don't call her hot wtf" u feel me

BUT YES HELLO I AM HOME FROM FLORIDA HOW IS EVERYONE I'M GOING TO ASSUME Y'ALL ARE GR8

❤️don't be a silent reader❤️

ps these boys are going to be the fucking death of me with this song releasing shit