Lying To Be Perfect?// Michael Clifford.

7.

OK, honestly, when Michael said he'd see me later I did not fucking believe him because that just wasn't fucking possible because first of fucking all - he was being fucking polite, secondly, he did not fucking have my fucking number and lastly he did not bother to ask my fucking twitter so we could like.. SEE EACH OTHER LATER. Honestly, I wasn't even surprised. I was just.. ugh. It's okay. I was so fucking... deluded. It's whatever. IT'S WHATEVER. I have real problems to deal with... like - my own fandom calling me a slut, honestly, slut shaming is so unnecessary. It's so stupid. Like.. is it even necessary? I mean, I love my fandom but that just annoys me. GOD, I was only SEEN with Michael, it's not like we're actually DATING! Considering the fact that he DID NOT EVEN "see me later". OK, honestly, I think I have better things to do than this. Like, I have to collect all my stuff from Starbucks and give 50 pounds to Terrance and ask him to do me a favor and stop following me and also find a new job and yeah, I also have to ease my way through these semesters. Wow. I clearly have a tough life. It's also good that Michael never "saw" me again because I don't have to return his 120 pounds, which means I only have to concentrate on Terrance. Again, why was it a good idea to take that much of a loan? Only that this time it WAS for a good cause, like, I had to get Justin Bieber and Taylor Swift AND One Direction's perfume! And, OK, I did donate a lot of that money because my friend's (we don't talk anymore, classy!) brother was in hospital and we wanted a huge favor from me so I took a huge favor from Terrance and she never paid me back but I have to pay him back! Yikes!

I enter Starbucks and Josh (my annoying boss) gives me a smile, which is totally fake. They hired some hot guy in my place, OK, they are clearly so shallow, I don't need this fucking job! I ignore him and walk in and grab my bag, which contains a lot of stuff like - perfume (because duh! What if a hot guy walks in? I can't smell like a pig!), there are books (because, duh again! What if I get no customers.. I have to think about my boredom) and my ipad (and duh for the third time! What if I finish the book and still be bored? I'll have and ipad where I can tweet!). I say a final bye to everyone but nobody's listening, k, whatever. When I'm walking out, I'm just so done. I hate my life, honestly. I wish I could run away or something, because, honestly I don't want such stressful things happening to me. As I'm walking out, I run into someone and I'm more than annoyed. Honestly, I've NEVER been so annoyed in my life.

"Can't you see and walk? For fucks sake!" I snap.

"I'm so sorry, I was on the phone and -" He stops in between and I look up, "Andrea?"

I groan, "What?"

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Michael is asking.

"No," I say, "Now, excuse me,"

"What? You aren't going to talk to me?" He asks.

"You can see that I'm busy?" I mock him.

"Look, could you just wait a sec?" He is saying, "I'll just get the chestnut latte and we can hang out?"

"Um, I said I'm busy?" I look at him with disbelief.

"I know you're mad at me but it wasn't my fault," he shakes his head.

"Why will I be mad at you?" I ask.

"Because I literally did not contact you for three days," he is biting his lower lip and I really hate him for doing that.

"No, it's okay. It wasn't your fault," I say and honestly, it wasn't.

"But you're mad at me," He said as though he's solved some Math equation.

"I'm not mad at you, shut up," I say.

"Then hang out with me," He says.

"I have to find a new job," I speak.

"You can find it later," He shrugs.

"I actually have a lot of shit to deal with and I want money, like, want. So please, leave me alone," I say.

"Wow, Andrea," he says, "Stop being so annoyed at me if you say you aren't mad at me. Fine, we won't hang out, just chill,"

"Say that to your fans," I mumble.

His facial expressions change, "Fuck.. Oh, oh fuck. I should have known! Oh god, I'm so sorry, Andrea. I did not see a pap there, or else I would have -"

"It's okay, I'm just annoyed that they don't even know my name and they're calling me all sorts of name," I reply.

"It's kind of sad, I know," he shakes his head, "But, you should make a twitter and stand up for yourself,"

"Because you won't?" I challenge.

"What?" he says at once, "What? I? No, it's not like that - hey, is that Blood Of Olympus? That was for your cousin right?" he points out.

Oh god. I should have zipped up my bag. Ugh, now I don't get to be intimidating but I have to think of a new lie, instead.

"Umm, yeah!" I say, "Uh.. he died,"

"Oh..?" he looks confused but believes me anyway, "And that album?" He points at UltraViolence. WHY IS HE LOOKING INSIDE MY BAG? WHAT IF I HAD A USED PAD IN IT? HA! Even though that's really gross.

"Um? She died too," I say.

He looks like he wants to laugh but he doesn't laugh, "I can say you've had hard three days of your life,"

"Thank you for understanding, it's just so bad that people -" wait. He's being sarcastic, "Right," I say after two seconds, "Yeah. WHATEVER," I say and walk away from him.

"Andrea!" he grabs my hand, "You said you want money, right?"

"I don't want your money!" I shriek.

He laughs, "I know you don't. I know this guy.. He takes in all these second hand cds. He'll pay you for it," he says, "like half of the price. And I think you have quite alot of stuff left because your cousins..." he's smirking. I cannot believe this. He thinks I'm lying. I am. He thinks I'll lie about something like this! I am.

"Right!" I say, "If you don't believe me then just.. Go away!"

"I do believe you," he smiles, "Anyway, are you considering my idea?"

"But selling stuff second hand - isn't that illegal?" I ask.

"Who cares?" he shrugs, "a lot of stuff is illegal but people do it anyway,"

"Fine," I say, "I have some other things too which I can give away,"

"You can get them, right? I'll get my chestnut latte till then?" he suggests.

"OK. Cool!" I say, "thank you,"

He just shakes his head as if it's no big deal, but it is for me, "I'll see you then? Like here? I'll wait,"

"You better see me again this time," I say and he chuckles.