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+ maegan

two months after

"Maegan!" I hear my name being called from downstairs. I groan and flutter my eyes open. I roll over to my side and smile softly when I see Michael's figure next to me, he was like a cute, little kitten.

I escape his grasp and begin my trail to the first floor. I wonder into the kitchen to see Luke and Ashton standing there, clueless as to how to make the pancakes.

Michael and I decided to move into an apartment together, and then Luke and Ash wanted to move in. So now, the whole fake relationship thing is kind of real, per say. 

I chuckle and walk over to the oven. I prepare the pancakes and make them with ease, leaving the two lads awestruck. Suddenly, I feel two arms wrap around my waist and pull me into them slightly. I smile once Michael nuzzles his head into my neck. 

"You left me," he whispers in my ear before hugging me closer to him.

"I'm sorry," I whisper back before turning and pecking his cheek.

"Now, come on, Mikey," I say as I turn around and tug on his arm slightly. "We have a video to do!"

I squirm out from under Michael and run up the flight of stairs to fetch my camera and tripod. I quickly set it up in front of the window before walking over to my closet. I tap my fore finger on my chin for a second or so before grabbing an outfit that will do and going into the bathroom. (im really lazy yall can all just click the external link to see what shes wearing ok) Once I'm out, I yawn and stretch my back so it pops. 

I plop down onto the floor in front of the camera and tripod and scream for Michael to hurry up. He comes in the room... ten minutes later.

"I'm here, I'm here!" He said, panting, reminding me of a couple of months ago... 

No, Maegan!  The voice in my head interrupts my thoughts and I shake my head to rid of it. That voice, it has been prodding me both good and bad.. It's driving me insane, to say the least.

"Okay, go hide somewhere else while I do this intro," I tell Michael. He nods and scoots over to the other side of the room so that the camera won't be able to film him. I turn on the camera, smiling whenever I hear the familiar beep. 

Making YouTube videos has always been my little escape, and, since I haven't been able to get a hold of my camera until just recently, I have forgotten how it felt to do the thing you love. My finger delicately mashes the red record button and my smile only grows as the red light begins to flash.

"Hi, guys!" I yell to the camera, waving frantically. "I know I haven't been on in a while, and I'm really, really, sorry for that! So, to make up for that, I have a special guest!" I look over to where Michael is and put my hands out dramatically, doing jazz hands. Michael takes this as his cue to come over; he stands up and begins to walk where I am. Just as he gets into the camera's view, he trips over his own two feet and face plants the ground. This leaves me in hysterics and Michael groaning in pain, begging for me to edit it out.