Wrong Number

9.

I tried everything to figure out how I could get their numbers back. Apparently Alex was more tech savvy than I was.

I chucked my phone on my bed and called it a day. I felt empty without talking to Michael.

Oh yeah, I'm sticking with calling him Michael. If I call him Mitchell it just gives me false hope that I was talking to Mitch Grassi.

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@scøtthøying: I think I need to go to the Apple Store... Also, NVR become friends w/ ur ex. #evil

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FRIENDS?! This entire time they were friends? What the hell!! "I call bullshit!"

Everyone turned in my direction with a confused look plastered on their faces. "You okay there HM?" Kevin asks. Only then was it that I realized I yelled that out load. "Crap, sorry guys. I saw something on Twitter. Don't worry." They give me a worried glance then turn back to song writing.

At the moment we were with a couple song writers deciding on what to write. I, of course, a had a few ideas but they were all about Scott. How Scott got to know the real me, how Scott had breathtaking blue eyes, how Scott somehow stole my heart, how Scott threw me away like old Halloween candy... As you can see I'm taking his silence to heart. Kirstie not so much. She just thinks he's busy... Again, complete bullshit. He had to text me daily and most nights he would call me, so I know he wasn't busy. Especially now that I know he and Alex are definitely not on good terms anymore.

Something drastic had to have happened. I gasped, did Alex think he was cheating on him with me? Maybe I'm blocked!!

I got on my Twitter and started typing:

Is my number blocked on your-

I stopped.

What was I doing? This was a dead giveaway!

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I'm not sure how much more I could take of this. Michael was like a life line.

I can't seem to remember what my life was like before he accidentally texted me. Was I boring? Was I outgoing? Did I go to gay bars? These things seemed to have slipped my mind. It's almost as if I joined the Michael DeMarco fandom. He has controlled my thoughts and dreams...

Don't even get me started on those dreams! They're so vivid and it makes me not want to wake up and face a reality in which I have no idea what Michael looks like. So far the dreams have been some guy that works at Starbucks then shifts into Mitch Grassi halfway through. Odd, huh.

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@mitchgrxssi: she's in the works of something special. *hint hint* is it a song?