catfish - muke

the confession - pt 2 [a man duhhh]

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Michael ruffled his newly dyed hair before grabbing a denim jacket and sliding it on. He closed the door to his apartment, making sure to lock it. Michael needed some more coffee and soda and snacks and everything for when Liam came over with Nev and Max. He was so nervous that he left the house in an oversized pizza stained T-Shirt and Spiderman boxers, poor decision because his legs were extremely sensitive, which meant his legs were really fucking cold. He had ventured too far to turn back so he just went with the look, that made him painfully scared considering Luke was in LA and bumping into him looking the way he did (like shit).

Halfway to the store he realised that he only had $25 on him which wasn't enough to get everything that he needed, he groaned, running his hand along his face, groaning louder when he realised that he hadn't shaved and that there was a disgusting stubble built up on his face. Michael knew that he had no shaving cream left, nor did he have any razors. He sighed, knowing that he would have to spend most of his money on that, luckily he had enough to buy a tub of cheap instant coffee, a large bottle of Fanta and a bag of spicy Doritos. After he purchased the required items, Michael took a shortcut through a back alley, which led to some fancy hotel he didn't care the name of.

"Michael?" He heard someone call his name, followed by loud footsteps
"U-uh Luke?" His voice getting higher pitched towards the end of the taller boys name
"Hey" Luke giggled "You dyed your hair! I like it" He ruffled Mike's hair, messing it up in the process "Nice pants by the way, Spiderman, I like it, but I'm more of a Deadpool guy"
Michael snorted and rolled his eyes "I could tell from the screening party, thanks for the invite, by the way"
"No c'mon Mike" The blonde whined "If I invited you then fucking Bella Shitstain would be a bitch about it, like at the Deadpool screening with Ryan!"
"Thank god my dad's assistant was there, I would've lost my shit if she stopped me from meeting Ryan!" Mike chuckled "So, what brings you to Los Angeles, Hemmings?"
"Meeting some people, going to some meetings" Luke shrugged "Fucking Nev and Max from Catfish are staying in my hotel, remember when you saw them a few months ago and you screamed and all the other fans waiting thought Ash or Cal had come out of the hotel" Luke's eyes crinkled up as he started laughing, keeling over in laughter
The smaller boy pouted and hit the taller boys arm "Stop being mean and take a selfie with me, I need to get home my legs are freezing"

Luke held his hands up in surrender and took Michael's phone from his hand, opening the camera app and switching to the front camera. Michael stared into the lens with a blank face and put his middle finger up, pushing his nose up with it so he gave himself a pig nose of sorts, whereas Luke just smiled and stuck his tongue out a little bit. After multiple photos were taken Michael gratefully took his phone back and bid Luke farewell, promising to DM him the photos on Twitter, he rushed back to his apartment and slammed the door shut before sliding down it, his hands gripping his freshly dyed hair.

"Nev and Max are here, fuck what if they tell Luke the story, fuck fuck FUCK" He pulled on his hair harshly "God what if he watches the episode? All of America is going to fucking hate me! Luke will hate me, fuck I need to- fuck"

Mike slowly stood up, making sure to grab his bag of things he got from the store. He put the bag on his kitchen counter, taking out his shaving items and placing the Fanta in the fridge, it was disgusting unless it was as cold as possible. He trudged into his bathroom and locked the door, he looked at his face in the mirror, grimacing at how shit he looked.

"The life of a fucking insomniac" He mumbled to himself, wetting his face and applying the shaving foam [pls be aware i have no clue how this stuff works sO don't say it's wrong ok thx] to his three day old stubble. Michael quickly scraped it all off with the razor, smiling when seeing he hadn't cut his face and that it was nice and smooth.

He sniffed his armpits and decided that he didn't need a shower as long as he wore clean clothes and put on a lot of deodorant, plus he didn't have time to shower considering Nev, Max and Liam would be at his apartment in 20 minutes, and he still needed to tidy his living room up. Michael decided that he would just be casual about it and wear skinny jeans, without rips which was a miracle and a black Sleeping With Sirens sweatshirt, and of course, Deadpool socks he purchased from HotTopic in New York. He managed to clean half of his living room before he heard a knock on the door and seeing a figure try to look through the semi closes blinds and another trying to look through the glass beside the door, but it was fogged glass so again, no luck.

Michael took a deep breath before walking towards the door, hearing a small mumble of chatter on the other side of it. He took a deep breath and opened the door, looking at his feet to avoid seeing Liam.

"M-Michael?" The small boy looked up through his eyelashes at the boy in front of him
"You're not Liam" He spoke slowly
"Yeah, and you're not Amanda" The blondes eyes were boring into Michael's skull, how could he have not known? He's known Amanda for all this time? How could he has not realised it was his Michael the first time Nev mentioned his name. Luke saw peoples mouthes moving, presumably talking about the situation, but he wasn't listening. He couldn't.

Luke was snapped back into reality when he felt Nev's hand on his shoulder, guiding him into Michael's living room. Michael was already in the room, hurriedly gathering prescription bottles of pills in his arms and taking them into another room. The tall boys eyes watched as one of the bottles fell from his arms, he quickly rushed to pick it up. He read the label on it and frowned, 'Michael Gordon Clifford: Sleeping Tablets', Luke rolled the bottle under one of the sofa's when he heard Michael walking back towards the living room, he instantly regretted it but didn't want to seem nosey.

"So" Nev spoke "Who wants to go first?"
"Well you both seem to know each other, how?" Max asked
"Michael's a fan of the band, we've met like, a lot, he was the first fan from America that we ever met, he flew out to Aus for our first gig" Luke explained, smiling fondly at the memory of young Michael front and centre for their first show "He's followed all of our US and UK tours around the country, we all love him like a little brother"
"And the Australian ones, asshole" Michael mumbled to himself, hurt that Luke didn't remember "I'll go first"

Michael took a deep breath, scared that they would all think he was weird, or unnatural "Obviously I'm not Amanda, but when I started talking to Liam, my name was Echo, and when I met him, I was going through a tough time and wanted to be myself, and I hated my name, so I chose Amanda because like" He tried not to giggle at his small pun "A man duh"
"Why was your name Echo? Why didn't you keep it?" Nev said
"I'm FTM transgender, I didn't know what name I wanted, so I chose Amanda as a little joke, when I met Liam I was going through my transition and he helped me a lot, without him I wouldn't have had the guts to ask my mom about moving to LA for the surgeries and stuff"
"So you were a girl when we started talking?" Luke asked
Michael nodded "Yeah, I-I just lied because every time I tried to become friends with people or get into relationships they freaked and left when they found out, I was scared" His voice cracked, feeling tears build up in his eyes, he quickly rubbed his eyes with the ends of his sweatshirt
"Uh Luke why don't you explain?" Nev said, trying to get the attention off of Michael, he pitied the small boy, he had clearly been through a lot
"Just one question first" Luke looked over at Michael "How, How old are you? I mean, you live alone, but we met in New York for your school trip?"
"I'm 17" Michael mumbled, feeling uncomfortable under Luke's gaze
"Fuck" Luke mumbled, producer Tom glared at him, hating to have swear words blanked out when editing the show "So well uh, I started the Liam Twitter for an All Time Low contest four years ago when I was uh 16, then the band got big shortly after that, I didn't want anyone knowing it was me incase they wanted to know me because I was kinda famous, then the joint All Time Low tour made us blow up, so I used a friend from homes pictures and made up Liam, then obviously a year later we met"
"You're 20?! What the fuck?" Mike jumped out of his seat
"You lied about everything Michael!"
"So did you! Everyone thinks you're like, 18!"
"Guys, I think it's best if Nev goes outside with Luke, so he can chill and I can talk to Michael" Max announced, he could see that Michael was still on the verge of tears and didn't want him to cry.

Luke stood up without another word and stormed outside, Nev hot on his tail. Michael rest his head in his hands and let the tears break loose.

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