Internet Friends // mgc

Chapter 10

Chelsea's P.O.V.

"What? Why?" I ask, pacing around my room with my phone in my hands.

"Well I miss you. Where are you? I will do anything to come see you," He said.

"I'm not telling you where I am, Jacob. You messed up. I don't want anything to do with you." I sighed, about to throw my phone.

"I didn't do anything to you." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"Stop acting so innocent. Just leave me alone!" I yelled.

"Why should I? Do you have a boyfriend or something?" He laughed.

"Actually, I do. Well, not really. Kind of." I sighed.

"Wait, you're talking about the guy that you just met, aren't you? I just don't get it, Chelsea. We were best friends for years, and when I finally got the guts to ask you out, you said no. I was there for you. I actually cared about you. We knew everything about each other but you denied because you didn't think we were close enough. So why are you getting all lovey with someone that you just met? It pains me. It really does. I loved you, and I thought you felt the same."

"Wait, what? How did you know that I met another guy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Tayla told me. I just called and she told me," He said.

"You don't get it Jacob. You weren't there for me. You thought you were, but you weren't. You didn't respond to my texts. You never picked up the phone when I needed someone to talk to. You never bothered to stop by when I needed a hug. When I told you about the depression, you just stopped talking to me. You couldn't bear to be friends with a depressed girl." I shook my head and sat down on the bed.

"I'm sorry. I really am." He said. But he wasn't. I could tell that he wasn't.

"And yeah, I loved you. But only as a friend. I needed that friendship, and I couldn't have that in a relationship with you." I laughed, "We were just kids. We were fourteen and I wasn't in the right place to have a relationship. Also, there is a difference between us, and between Michael and I. We were friends, for years. I considered you my brother. Yeah, I haven't known Michael for long, but that doesn't mean that it's impossible for me to fall in love with him in that short amount of time."

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy. If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out." He said softly.

"The Perks of Being A Wallflower," I smiled.

"Your favorite movie," 

"Yeah,"

"Um well I gotta go, love you, as a friend," Jacob said and hung up.

"I love you too," I giggled.

I threw my phone on the bed and stood up.

"Was that your boyfriend?" I turn around and see Michael leaning against the door frame, smirking.

I laugh, "He wishes,"

"Hey I gotta ask you something," Michael smiles, walking toward me.

"Shoot,"

He laughs. "The guys and I have practice on Friday. Wanna come watch?"

I nod my head and smile, "Of course! I can't wait to hear you play!" I hugged him. Damn, he smelled so good.

"You know," He smirked, "These fingers can do more than play guitar,"

"Ew what the fuck, Clifford!? If you're so horny go fuck Calum." 

He raised his hands in defense. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," He giggles and I push him onto the bed and start tickling him. "Stop!" He laughs and I shake my head.

"I'll stop if you hug me," I smiled, hovering above him. I wanted to kiss him so badly. I wanted to feel his rough lips against mine.

"Ugh fine," He says and wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his chest.

"I wanna go home," I pout.

"Aw, why? Do you not like me?" Michael giggled.

"I do like you, but I just miss the girls. It's kind of boring without them," I laughed.

He looked at me with loving eyes. "You're calling me boring? Well, if I'm so boring, I need to show you how fun Aussie can be!" He smirked and I rolled my eyes. "Let's go somewhere fun!" He announced and pulled me off the bed. 

We stayed in each others arms for what seemed like hours. "Alright, we're leaving," Michael put his arms around my legs and put me over his shoulder and carried me outside to his car.

"Michael Clifford!" I screamed and hit his back, "Put me down now! I'm too heavy," I laughed and he joined.

He carefully put me in my seat and got into his. He turned on the car and started driving. "You're not heavy," He said, "Don't put yourself down. You're perfect."

I sighed. I was never confident with my body. Honestly, Michael must be really strong to be able to pick me up. I wasn't the thinnest, but I wasn't the largest, either. I'm 5'5" and I weigh around 160 pounds. Now, I don't have fat practically dripping off of me, but my weight is mostly muscle. I don't have a thigh gap or a flat stomach. I have stretch marks and scars. I don't have perfect teeth or small arms. I have a small nose and round face. I don't have tan skin or a bug butt. I have small boobs and big fingers. I don't have manicured nails or long hair. I have big lips and split ends. I don't look good in bathing suits or fitted dresses. I have thick thighs and love handles. I am no where near perfect and I have no idea why Michael thinks that I am. 

"No, Michael. I'm not. I'm not like other girls. I don't have a flat stomach or a thigh gap. I don't have perfect teeth or hair. I don't have big boobs and butt. Trust me, I am no where near perfect."

"Yeah, you aren't like other girls," He said and I started to feel tears form in my eyes. He really doesn't think I'm good enough, either. "And that's what I like most about you. You aren't super skinny, but you're healthy. You may not have what others have, but you have what they don't. You have an amazing personality. You're funny, beautiful, smart, caring, and everything I've ever wanted. You're perfect to me. I just wish that you could see yourself through my eyes,"