FanMail | Malum

^Six^

i am not dead, aYe.

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Dear Luke,

What's been going on in ur life, your being so inactive lately.

~Sam

Sam,

*your, and *you're sweetie, and oh nothing much. i mean my uber driver asked how school was, those moisturizers paying off. [insert pink nail polish and lip emoji]

Luke.

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Michael's p.o.v.

I pick at my burger, trying to hide how nervous all of this was making me. Kayla and her posse were gossiping away as per usual, as I just sat there with them not making a sound. I could tell they wanted me to join in, but I didn't want to. I didn't want to be her 'Gbf' or whatever she called it.

I wanted to be sitting at me and Hannah's usual table, who was giving me death glares by the way. 'i hate you, you dumbfuck' she mouthes to me. I roll my eyes and straighten my skirt. This bitch acting as if I signed up to reenact mean girls, the fuck. 

"So Michael, what kind of music do you listen to?" I look up at them, grinning. Finally, a topic I could take part in.

"Kinda of rounded. Rap, alternative, rock, they're all great. Except country, that shit makes me wanna pour acid on my ear drums. No hate though," I pause as I hear murmurs of agreement, " but my all time favorite band is four minuets till fame." All of the girls squeal in unison and I cringe. I feel an interrogation coming on. I am correct.

"Oh. My. God!" Kayla screeches, "No way, Michael. I love them too! Who's your favorite, spill the Deets. Mine is definitely Dylan or Luke, god they're babes." It takes everything in me to not roll my eyes. This was so painfully stereotypical. I am curious to how many songs they actually even know.

"Calum. He's my idol, I really look up to him, and he never fails to make me smile. Plus that ass of his doesn't hurt."

"Totally. Their new album-" as much as they were my favorite band, I didn't want to be talking about it with these Barbie dolls so I tune out the rest of their conversation. I feel a buzz.

Hannah Banana;

Tf are you doing? Get your ass over here.

Me;

Nah fam, that'd be rude to just leave them.

Hannah Banana;

So? They're rude. What are even talking about anyway?

Me;

4stf.

Hannah banana;

Surprised you aren't stripping down at the mention of them jfc this is progress.

I don't get a chance to reply to her because my heart stops at what I hear coming out of Kayla's mouth.

"Yeah, I don't know. I mean I love panic! But I've been a fan of 4stf longer. My mom said she'd buy me meet and greet tickets to see 4 seconds which would be cool, but I don't know. We'll see." I sit up straight in my seat at that.

"I think you should go see 4stf," I say, trying to sound as casual as possible, "I heard they have really great live shows. "Plus, if you go with friends it'll be even better." Kayla narrows her eyes, she wasn't stupid.

"How do I know you're just suggesting them so you can tag along? How do you even know I'd bring you?" Oh god, acting time Michael. 

"Because girlfriend!1!1 i'm your Gbf now! We have to tdedtt- to do every damn thing together!" I dramatically place my hand on top of her blinged out one and bat my eyelashes. Damn Michael, back at it again with being a thirsty as fuck Fangirl.