Naive || Michael Clifford

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Me: I JUST SAW YOU ON TV

Me: YOU LOOKED GOOD

Mine (USA): Don't I always? ;)

Me: Cocky

Me: But tbh though like you could literally be wearing a potato bag and I'd still drool

Me: no waIT I DIDN'T MEAN TO SEND THAT OMFG

Me: DAMN MY FINGERS FOR MOVING THAT QUICKLY

Mine (USA): I wish you could see me laughing right now :,)

Me: Don't laugh at me :(

Mine (USA): Aw is my little kitten sad now?

It's been two weeks since Rea found Michael's phone and they started talking. A lot of things happened during those two weeks, mostly Michael getting more and more dirty in their conversations, seriously, that boy could a conversation about penguins sexual, which resulted on her picking up the habit. She'd type something she would've never even think of two weeks ago and send it without thinking it through and then have a mild heart attack. Michael would just laugh at her, like he always did. Either that or he'd send something back that's make her confused about the fact that her imagination could produce such dirty mental images of him. Damn smut and its existence because if that didn't exist, she'd never think about stuff like that, let alone plaster Michael's freaking face on top of it.

He also had a habit of calling her 'kitten' which, to be completely honest, still killed her every time.

Mine (USA): If I was there, I could make my kitten feel a lot better

Me: How?

Me: omFG WOULD YOU MAKE ME HOT CHOCOLATE?

Mine (USA): or I could make you hot chocolate, hahah yeah

Me: What did you have in mind? Not hot chocolate? ;)

She was literally dying right now.

Mine (USA): Not particularly...

Me: Then what?

Mine (USA): WE'D WATCH SUPERNATURAL WHILE DRINKING HOT CHOCOLATE

Well this took an unexpected turn. Rea put another spoon full of Apple Jack's into her mouth as she waited for his next text. It was Saturday morning meaning no classes or work and she had plans to go to Rocker's Bell to read again.