kik ↯ malum

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michael dropped his phone.

onto his bed, which fell off, and then on his dog. "god damnit stay in your place." and then he remembered how he was supposed to stay in his lane and he didn't. (a/n: IS MY RAGE CLEAR ENOUGH OR DO I NEED TO TOSS THE BITCH SALAD MORE)

"oh."

he groaned loudly, picking up his phone and kissing his dogs head. "sorry, what."

yes, michael's dogs name was what.

so everytime someone would ask his name, he would respond 'what'.

"so what, what? what do I do?" michael laughed at the confusing sentence. his dog looked at him with that kind of look that says 'you named me what you dumbfuck, figure it out'

sighing, he walked his way down to the kitchen. pizza makes everything better, right? his phone buzzed, and he whipped it out, hoping it was his friend on kik.

he had intentions on trolling and laughing, but now he's hoping to hear from the boy he likes.

frowning, he saw it was only eva.

"hello?"

"hey mike."

"hi eva."

"you sound sad, what's wrong?" michael could basically feel her frown over the phone.

"im gay."

"wowza."

"you don't hate me, right?" he chose his words carefully. "of course not, michael. gay people rock." eva chuckled.

"his name is calum, by the way."

"who? wait, you're gay for him? is he that hot? is he gay too? when can I meet him?"

"don't know, bye eva." michael giggled, ending the call before eva could protest. continuing his journey to the kitchen, he opened the fridge and screamed and fell to the ground in horror at the sight of no pizza.

just then, his mother ran into the kitchen with a baseball bat. "michael there's danger present! get down!" and then she spotted michael already on the ground.

"okay." she sighed, dropping her baseball bat.

he continued to stare at his mother in shock, while she stared at michael in shock. "mikey, hun, why are you in the fetal position? and get your thumb out of your mouth, that's gross." karen said, going and closing the refrigerator.

"but muuuum, there's no pizza!" he whined, wiping his thumb off on his shirt.

"eat a veggie."

michael gasped loudly, and put his thumb back in his mouth, now rolling from side to side.

"clean your room, then we can order pizza."

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im not satisfied with this