"what's your twitter?" Grace asks and pushes her back on the bus seat.
That's like the nth time twitter was involved in the conversation, what is it with twitter anyway?
"I don't have one" I tell her and slumped my back as well. She persuades me to make one but I kept refusing and keep telling her that I got nothing to do with twitter, I saw her account and I was surprise to see that she's got thousands of followers, a hundred thousand to be exact and most of them are fans of 5SOS .We laughed at the thought of her forgetting about Michael's part in her stories from earlier. "How could I forget?" She says and places the palm of her hands on her forehead.
"bad girlfriend" I tease her and she gave me a pout in reply, she looks so adorable doing that.
She continued the story about Michael, how they met and how they became what they are now. It's quite a great story though, one of which you see in books on Wattpad (Go read My fanfic Predict The Unpredictable its Michael and Grace's story!) It wasn't as cliché as I thought when she said it. Things became slow and fast between them at the same time, it doesn't make any sense but to them it meant everything.
"Hello Grace!"
"Hi!" she greets a girl.
"You're so beautiful" another person said.
"Thank you." said Grace as we head down the road from the bus stop.
"How's Michael?"
"Still a dork, yeah" She laughs with the group of girls in front of us. I stifle a laugh, it's funny how they are in a good relationship yet they tend to get insults as a funny thing.
We made our way home and as usual the boys are really what they call it? Banding, it's something that involves band stuff, It's cool that they made up a word for themselves.
"Where have you two been?" Said Michael who approached us first.
"We've been hanging out" Grace said coolly.
"Good." Said Michael and turns around to face his band mates.
I went to my bedroom and lied down on. I'm pretty tired from strolling the mall. I closed my eyes and enjoyed my quiet atmosphere, but then it got followed by the noise downstairs.
I wish that I was eighteen, do other things you read in the magazine.
I'm not saying I wanna Charlie Sheen, she's just a little bit older, and I want to get to know her, she says she's already over her ex.
So tell me what else can I do? I brought my fake ID for you.. She told me to meet her there, I can't afford the bus fare, I'm not old enough for her, I'm just wait I g til I'm eighteen.
