Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]

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I was minding my own business, in the shower. Today was the day that Michael and I would dye my hair, and so it obviously had to be clean. We both woke up surprisingly early today, which was 10 o'clock, which still isn't even that early, but it was early for us, so shut up.

My conditioner was soaking in my hair while I was shaving my legs. I was humming an Ed Sheeran song when the door loudly opened.

"Kerrigan!" Michael said, making me jump and drop my razor. Surprisingly, and thankfully, I didn't cut myself.

"Jesus christ, what?" I asked, poking my head out of the shower curtain.

He looked up from his phone, took one glance at me, and he started snickering, "Your makeup is running."

I rolled my eyes at him, "What was so important that you had to run into the bathroom and interrupt my peaceful shower?"

In return, he rolled his eyes and just said, "The fans are catching on to the twitter pictures."

I blinked, "Wasn't that the whole point of posing them?"

"Well, yeah, but they've caught on really quickly," he tried to defend himself, crossing his arms. He hoisted himself on the sink counter as I went back in the shower.

"We weren't, like, Davinci coding this shit, so I'm not surprised. But that's also because I know them better than you," I remarked, finishing shaving my leg.

"Woah woah, hey," he said, and I saw the silhouette of his hands raising in defense, "I know my fans really well."

"I know," I assured, "But I am fan too, so I know their tendencies as much as, if not not better, than you."

"Oh yeah, I forgot that you were a fan," he said, reminiscing.

"I still am a fan, you oaf," I laughed, rinsing off my razor when I was finally done shaving.

"Shut up and finish showering so that I can dye your hair," he grumbled.

"Woah," I said, poking my head out to get a towel and to eye him. "Who said that you were dying my hair?"

"I'm clearly the expert on dying hair," he said, spreading his arms in a showoff way.

"True," I nodded, going back in the shower to dry off. "You must be doing something right if you haven't gone bald yet.

"Kerrigan," he whined, "Stop being so mean to me."

"Sorry, it's just so easy. No close your eyes so I can go get dressed."

When I stepped out of the shower, Michael had his hand covering his face, and it made me smile that he listened. I left the bathroom and went to my room to change. I put on my grade school P.E. shirt and a pair of Nike shorts.

As soon as I pulled my shorts up, Michael was knocking on my bedroom door, asking to come in.

"We need to wait until your hair is dry," he said, flopping back on my bed.

"I know, I'm not stupid," I told him.

"You sure?"

My mouth dropped, and I threw my wet towel at him, which he smacked away, "Chill, I'm kidding!"

"That's just what you want me to think," I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. Michael mocked my pout, and I rolled my eyes at him.

I bent down to plug in my hair dryer to quicken the time of drying.

"Damn," Michael called as I was bent down.

"Michael," I said in a warning tone.

"Sorry, sorry," he sighed, putting his arms behind his head. "You know I had to, though."