winter's pov
me: give me a nickname for your contact name.
beep: how about "my hero"?
me: that's lame even for you.
beep: you think I'm lame?
me: no shit.
the weeknd: that's not nice.
me: you're also very annoying, i don't like your music.
the weeknd: um, what?
me: like i don't understand why you wrote a song about the hills having eyes.
the weeknd: iM THE WEEKND?
me: i thought you knew since you became famous?
billy ray cyrus: THE HILLS HAVE EYES, THE HILLS HAVE EYES.
me: dang nabbit, billy ray cyrus back at it again.
billy ray cyrus: dang nabbit miley ray stewart, why do you have to change my name?
me: until i know the real you, you shall be a different person every day.
ronald mcdonald: more like every hour. or is it every minute? honestly can't keep track.
me: i have a question.
ronald mcdonald: yes?
me: do you ever eat your own food?
ronald mcdonald: what?
me: i mean you're chicken nuggets are fantastic, and your mcflurries are the best, but have you ever ate your own food?
ronald mcdonald: seriously. i'm the clown from mcdonalds? i don't even like it there.
me: : i'm shook, how dare you hate on your own company.
ronald mcdonald: you are strange.
me: you wear too much makeup. time to show the real you.
harry styles: i thought i blended it just right.
me: harry styles wears makeup? is it to cover up the act of not being the best he could be?
harry styles: um, what? why am i harry styles?
me: idk, my friend just came over and started talking about him being in LA yesterday getting gas or something, like how does she know that? why are people taking photos of him getting gas? and why does it matter? he's human. anyways, i thought you could be harry styles just for a little while until a new name comes to mind.
harry styles: you have a lot of respect for people don't you? usually people don't understand the privacy thing of one another.
me: well if i was as famous as he was, i would want my privacy. he probably can't even use the bathroom without someone around him or he has a body guard 24/7. i don't get famous people.
harry styles: famous people have it rough.
me: and good.
sidney crosby: if you want to believe that.
me: i'll believe anything you say sidney crosby.
sidney crosby: um, i don't know how to play hockey?
me: you're funny. you are the best hockey player ever. stop joking.
sidney crosby: winter mae, you are weird and i need to leave. ill chat later bye.
sidney crosby: and when i get back, i don't want to be sidney crosby anymore.
me: you can't just change yourself, you are who you are.
me: or you are who you are because i changed your name.
me: i love you sidney.
me: play well at your game on thursday.
me: bye.
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edited; july 12th
something i wrote on the top of my head.
HARRY is having a bit of an identity crisis. he doesn't know who he is.
i wonder what HARRY thought when winter called him HARRY styles.
do you think he panicked.
do you think he wanted to tell her.
man idk but winter almost got the clue.
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