Internet Friends // mgc

Chapter 5

I hated planes. I'd only been on them once before, when I'd first met the girls.

I sighed and plugged my headphones into my phone and started playing Backseat Serenade by All Time Low. This was probably one of my favorites by them, beside For Baltimore.

All Time Low was probably my favorite band--That's still together.

I relaxed into my set, trying to ignore the fact that I was in the air and thay the plane could crash any second. I focused on the words and shut my eyes.

I got a text from Michael. Aren't you not supposed to text on a plane? I wasn't sure. Oh well.

From: cutie
Heyyyy where are you :(

Yes, I changed his contact name. And yes, I was falling for him. But he probably doesn't like me...

To: cutie
I'm on a plane, you?

From: cutie
Aw :( why can't you come to Australia? I wanna meet you...

To: cutie
We'll meet soon (:

Hahahah. Little did he know..

From: cutie
I hope so. And guess what?

I wanted to change his contact name again, so I did. Hehe.

To: Buttface
What?

From: Buttface
So my neighbor finally came home, and he's like a middle aged dude. But he's like rich af.

To: Buttface
I care because?

From: Buttface
Idk. He has a really nice hummer though. It's yellow. He looks really fancy. Ahaha.

Shit. My dad owns a yellow hummer. He is really fancy. Lives outside of Sydney. Coincidence? I think not.

To: Buttface
Oh um cool.... are you a stalker or something?

From: Buttface
Yes I am. And currently he is telling his wife (I think) that he needs to go pick up his daughter from the airport. OMG A GIRL!

Shit. Shit. Shit.

To: Buttface
Have you never seen a girl before?

From: Buttface
Only you xx

To: Buttface
Aw crap. I gotta go. My plane is landing in a few minutes. I'll text you later (:

I didn't get a reply, the assistant told me to shut off my phone and put it away. My father had previously texted me telling me that he was waiting.

I sighed. Two months is an awful long time....

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I sighed as I stepped off the plane and went to go get my luggage.

I didn't really like my dad. He left me when I was younger. Moved across the world and forgot about me. Now he has a family, and a daughter of his own.

He forgot about me and my mother. Never even tried to contact us. I don't even know why I agreed to stay with him. Michael. That's why.

I found my luggage and looked up. There were couples all around me, hugging and crying. Saying their hellos and goodbyes. Maybe I could love one day...