Mine (USA): YUIO HAV MEWRWAPPED AORUN YUR FINGER
Mine (USA): YIUO HAVE ME WRPAPPED AORUNF YOUR FINGER
Mine (USA): I'M WRPAPED AORUNF YOUR FINGER
Mine (USA): Why aren0t you andweing me?
Mine (USA): REAAAAAA ANSERE ME!!
Mine (USA): IF YOUR HAPPPY AND YOU KNWOI IT CLAPP YOUR AHNDS
Mine (USA): IFNYPUR HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT CLAP YOUR HANDS
Mine (USA): IF YOU HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT AND YOUR REALLY WANT OT SHOW IT VLAP OUR HANFS
Mine (USA): ReaaaaaAaaaaAAAaaa
Me: What the fuck I was in in the shower
Me: Are you drunk??? Hahahaha
Mine (USA): What no??
Mine (USA): Ooooooooh you wer in the shower were you thinking od me?
Mine (USA): DO YOUW NAT OT SEE A PICTUER OF MY DICK??
Mine (USA): WAIT I'LLS EN D YOU ONE
Me: OMFG MICHAEL DON'T YOU DARE
Me: Pls tell me you're not taking pictures rn?
Me: Don't you even dare
Me: Michael?
Mine (USA): *picture attached*
Rea couldn't help but to burst out laughing as she stared at the picture he sent her, or rather one of them sent her. Michael was on the picture, sitting on the floor next to his hotel bed, head falling down and making it seem like he was looking at the floor. His eyes were closed and his mouth was opened as he slept, a pair of underwear on his head. She actually kind of wanted to know whose they were since they had burgers all over them and she had a strange feeling Luke's name was on the tag. There was an empty bottle of beer hanging from Michael's left hand, his right was supporting him as he was slightly leaning towards the right, like he was about to fall.
Me: Hahahaha what the hell?:,)
Mine (USA): *picture attached*
Her heart literally skipped a beat, or maybe four, she wasn't exactly sure. What the hell were those idiots doing to her heart? She really wasn't going to survive this friendship with Michael, or whatever it was as her whole body felt like it would burst into flames. Ashton appeared on the picture alongside Michael this time, half lying on the red haired boy, his face squished against Michael's left shoulder, mouth opened and Rea was pretty sure the darker spot on Michael's shirt under Ashton's mouth was actually drool. And to make matter worse, Ashton only wore gym shorts. Like she needed that in her life, you know?
YOU ARE READING
Naive || Michael Clifford
Fanfictionjust your average girl-finds-a-phone, boy-has-a-minor-kink story shoutout to Alice (aka ruggehemmo on Tumblr) and phansmovingcastle (also on Tumblr) for being my amazing beta readers :) © 2015 | irwinsobs