AN: Sorry to whomever photo that is with Michael I needed a picture that looked somewhat coupley and one that looked like what I imagine my character to look like; even though it's just the back.
It would be so nice to meet Michael; I can imagine it now. A nice summer day at the Good Charlotte performance at warped tour. He's there with Luke and Calum but they walked off when I approach Michael. I'm so happy that my sister, Tiffany, dragged me along to this stage even though I wanted to be at a different stage because one of my other favorite bands are playing (other than 5sos of course). I look up into Michael's beautiful bright green eyes and say, "hey you look familiar."
"Oh yeah I'm from..."
"You're from that Mastercard commercial! What great acting; you are really talented at pretending that you're lost."
"So I'm guessing you're a fan?" he replies with a small laugh at my dumbness.
"Yeah you can say that," I giggle and blush like crazy.
"What? Do you not like me and my terrible band?"
"Hahaha no I'm just saying I'm little more than a fan, I guess you can call me a super fan."
"But no screaming? Are you sure supper fan?" He says with a big deep chuckle.
"Oh trust me my internal self has already passed out three times since we began talking," I'm literally numb right now. I pinch my thigh and yup no pain.
"Haha well thanks for not screaming in my ear like normal fans do." Normal fans what the fuck does he mean by that am I not normal in his mind?
"No problem. I pride myself on keeping my cool when I'm in a stressful or exciting situation until I have time to actually freak the fuck out. I'm Virginia by the way."
"Well it's lovely to meet you I'm sure the rest of the mates are somewhere around here if you want to meet them," he says. "So what's this?" he adds.
"What do you mean? And it's okay I don't want to bother them." I reply and he nods.
"I mean is this a stressful situation or exciting situation?"
"Quite a bit of both," I giggle.
"Awe don't be stressed babe. There's nothing to worry about I'm just as normal as you," he says placing his beautiful right hand on my left shoulder. I have to make this perfect I don't want to actually pass out or flip out when I meet the man that I have been obsessing over for three years.
"Yeah sure someone that is world famous for being the worst band in the world and has actually won an award for that would be counted as normal. Just kidding but serious I voted like crazy for that award. Aren't we the greatest fans in the world!" I'm laughing like crazy now and so is Michael.
"Yes, yes you are and you guys have an award for that too," he says and nudges my shoulder with his arm because he is slightly taller than me. I grab my long dark brown hair and pull it up into a high pony tail because I can't deal with this heat today.
"Hot?" he asks with a raised brow.
"Of course it's like 100 degrees out and I wearing jeans and a sweater!"
"Well why don't you take it off?"
"What my pants or my sweater?" I laugh knowing the answer.
"Your pants obliviously. Who would take off a comfy looking sweater."
"NO!" I laugh. "But you would like that wouldn't you?" I say and he rakes his eyes down my body and I inwardly cringe because I hate my body.
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Who's that? ||m.c
Fanfiction"Who's that?" they asked. That's the question that started it all; the lies just piled on until everyone knew. It was too late to turn back on her lie and now she has to face the facts.
