Drunken DMs

Chapter 1

Leah

It was a boring Monday night in Melbourne. I was home alone watching episodes of Beverly Hills 90210; a show, a girl from work and I were completely obsessed with.
Recently my nights had changed, they used to be filled with long fun filled phone calls between my best friend and I; where we spoke about nothing and everything; but since she got a boyfriend, those calls hardly ever happened anymore. My one solace? My internet friends.

A few weeks ago, just before my twenty third birthday; my favourite member of my favourite band followed me on Twitter! It was the best early birthday present I could have asked for.

I used the direct message option to send him messages ranting about my day, and confiding in him; just so I felt like I had someone to talk to. When in reality, I didn't, not really at least.

The night before my birthday was quite possibly one of the worst I'd had, my best friend decided to ditch our usual Wednesday morning coffee date (which was on my birthday), because it was her and her boyfriend's two month anniversary the day before and she was staying at his.
I honestly expected what came next, she sent me a message at eleven thirty on Tuesday the first of September, saying that she was going to bed, she was tired; therefore forgoing our traditional midnight birthday phone call. To say I was pissed was an understatement.

But enough about that.

Tonight, like a lot of nights recently; I went to the bottle shop after work, and brought a bottle of wine. Getting home the first thing I did, was heat up last nights left overs and poured myself a glass. I sat down on the couch and ate my meal and drank. Not caring that I had work tomorrow.

It was after midnight, when I decided to DM Michael; after unintentionally drinking the whole bottle aside from half a glass.

Me: we should cuddle and do a Pokemon marathon. That'd be cool yeah?

Me: OMG I just got told their making a Pokemon Ap! Dude get excited!

Me: GET EXCITEF

Me: MICHAEL GORDON ARE YOU EXITED

Me: SORRY U YSED YOUR MIDDLE NAME I HUST WANTED TO GET YOUR ATTENTOON

Me: so I'm gonna stop messaging you jow.

Me: OMG I totally can not spell. It's probably the wine

Me: I drank a whole bottle 😂

Me: I'm not looking forward to work tomorrow. I start at 11 tho

Me: it's 12.30 now

Me: fuck I said I'd stop messaging you lol Fuck I'm a retarded drunk

Me: love you bye 😘😘😘😘😘😘

It wasn't long after that, that I decided to head to bed. Taking a couple of Panadol, in hopes to reduce the very possible hangover.

The next day started off as usual. My alarm went off, I got out of bed, had my usual two coffees, and then proceeded to get ready for work.

I spent my day doing all my really mundane tasks, when my phone vibrated in my back pocket. Thinking it was a message from Georgia, my so called best friend. I hadn't heard from her today, but that wasn't really a surprise. It was a notification from Twitter, I'd gotten a new Direct Message from my friend Ambur.

Ambur: dude check the group! Wtf is going on?

I purposely had my notifications for the group chat off, as people were constantly messaging in it, draining the shit out of my battery.
I exited out of the DM with Ambur, when something caught my eye, something that I didn't recall sending. I had to take a second glance at who I sent it too, and I was completely shocked when it said Michael Clifford, "Holy shit balls!" I yelled out in the middle of the stock room, hoping no one could hear me. I clicked on the thread and read exactly what I sent to him last night, "fuck my life," I groaned.
I decided to send Michael something again, knowing he most likely would never see this; but knowing my luck, the one time I send message him while pissed, he's gonna see it.

To Michael Clifford:

Me: OMG I really hope you didn't see that hahaha 😂😂😂

I exited out of his messages and then went back in to Ambur's

To Ambur Lopez:

Me: I just realised I drunk dmd Mikey! HALP

Ambur: omg girl! What you say?

I took a screen shot of the messages I sent him

Ambur: lawl 😂😂

Me: I'm so fucked 😂😂

I put my phone back in my pocket and continued working.
Half an hour later, I was due to go for my last break of the day. I was headed to the locker rooms, when my phone vibrated in my pocket again. I took it out and looked at the screen. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I screamed out, in pure disbelief
"Everything okay Leah?" My boss asked me
"Yep, everything's fine," I lied. It wasn't okay, Michael Clifford had just sent me a direct message. It wasn't a second later that it vibrated again. It wasn't just one message now, it was two.

To Michael Clifford:

Michael: lol yeah I did see that haha! 😂😂

Michael: but I like the Pokemon marathon idea, that'd be pretty cute 😝