Forget // m.c.

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"Well shit, I thought this was going to be one of those cool surprises I do for fans..." The bright blonde haired boy chuckled.

"Fuck you." I said through gritted teeth.

"No hello? No "hey it's been years since I've seen you and we need to hangout soon" or how are you doing?" Michael had a confused face on.

"You left me with no warning!"

"Please let me explain Emily-"

"You don't read my text messages! Don't answer my calls! You're a real bitch you know that!" I felt like crying but I didn't want to give up that easy, especially to a boy who forgot about me.

"Screw you Michael." I choked on my tears. Don't cry.

"Would you just listen!" Michael yelled through the screen. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Emily please just listen, and I need you to believe me." Michael paused for a moment and looked down a his lap.

"You don't know how sorry I am for leaving you, especially without any warning. Management called after school and basically told us to pack out bags, because we were going to be working with One Direction on their tour.."

"I was amazed and I guess I just wasn't thinking right. I knew I should of called you right when I got the call. I sorry Emily." Michael looked at the camera with glazed eyes. Seeing him here just made me notice how much I missed him.

I missed him stealing my tatertots on tatertot-Tuesday, I missed his hugs that he would give when I was upset. I missed everything about Michael, I wanted it back like kindergarten.

"That doesn't mean you can't call or text me, one day it all just stopped. I didn't know you were like that." I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at the screen, looking at a slightly pixilated boy with a oversized sex pistols tank hanging on his pale body.

Michael let out a huge sigh and and looked at his lap.

"Management wouldn't let me-I'm sorry Emily..."

"So just because you're famous, means you can't even text your "best friend" who you spent your whole lifetime with!" I raised my voice towards the end. This is all just a huge load of bull crap.

"No Emily you don't understand, management made me change my number and everything to be safer-"

"Safer my ass!" I let out a nasty laugh.

"I thought you said you would believe me?" Michaels eyes became glazed again, and it honestly broke my heart.

"I do Michael it's just, how am I supposed to believe my best friend left, and didn't even bother to tell me about it?"

"If you really were my best friend you would believe me." A tear escaped Michaels eye and it made me just notice that my tears were also wet.

There was a long pause, nobody said anything or moved. we just stared at out screens. It was Michael that finally broke the silence.

"I love you Emily, I've never stopped thinking about you on tour. you were constantly on my mind. I missed you, it was living hell without you..." Michaels voice cracked at the end. But instead of crying more, he just looked at me with red puffy eyes and a small smile.

"I love you too Michael, there has not been a day when I didn't." And I meant it.

"Can we Skype again tomorrow it's 8 (am) and we have to do a bunch of interviews soon."

"Yeah Id like too.." I smiled. I didn't want Michael to leave but I knew he had to.

"Where are you by the way?" I asked.

"London, it's amazing here. One day I have to take you here." Michael smiled and looked at the camera and gave me a smile, a smile that I have always loved.

"That would be amazing." I've always wanted to go to London.

"I've gotta go. Goodnight Em.." My stomach did a flip and I smiled back.

"Goodnight Michael."

"Oh and Emily?"

"Hm?"

"Nickleback is better than Coldplay."

And with that the call ended and I closed my laptop. I laid back down into my bed, smiling as I has thoughts of Michael and I exploring London together.