calum: heyy
michael: hi.
calum: here we go again. what's with the periods?
michael: i don't have the fucking freedom to do what i want anymore?
calum: who pissed you off? i will cut a bitch for you, michael. you know that.
michael: some dude at my school.
calum: name...
michael: luke.
calum:...last name?
michael: hemmings...
calum: I KNOW A LUKE HEMMINGS? BLONDE? LIP RING? BIG ASS BICEPS? TRYING TO FORM A BAND?
michael: yes?
calum: my mom tutors him! he's horrible in math (like me) but srsly, WHAT DID HE DO?
michael: chill.
calum: sorry. proceed
michael: he hates me and i hate him. basically.
calum: elaborate
michael: fine. he shoves me into the lockers everyday and yesterday smushed his mashed potatoes in my face at lunch! he's such a bully
calum: he's mean to me too when he's at my house. he goes in my room and knocks all of my stuff off my desk and then tells my mom i have "anger issues" (which is partially true)
michael: wait...
calum: AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED WITH MY POPCORNERS
michael: shut up for a sec, will ya?
calum: ...k
michael: if your mom tutors luke at your house and luke goes to my school, that means were not that far away
calum: hehe
michael: calum?
calum: michael?
michael: are you thinking what i'm thinking?
calum: i might be lmao
michael: HELL YEAH! HIGH FIVE!
calum: *high fives*
michael: meet me (in the graveyard) at nandos in five minutes
calum: I'M LITERALLY NAKED WTF?
michael: put some clothes on, dumbass
calum: right, see you in five minutes, cutie ;~)
michael: oh my god
