[DISCONTINUED] In The Crowd (Muke)

0.5 - Twitter

Luke groaned as he heard something wake him up from his sleep. It was like a constant buzzing. He didn't remember setting an alarm? He sat up, looking next to him at the digital clock on his nightstand, bright red numbers reading '9:47'. He rubbed his eyes, hoping the blurry-haze would go away. Yawning, he noticed that he kept hearing the same buzzing sound. Not coming in a type of pattern, just coming at random times but fairly close together. He stared at his phone vibrating next to the clock, not wanting to grab it.

Bzzz.
Bzzz.
It went silent for a few seconds. Just wait for it...

Bzzz.

Luke sighed. What was up with his phone? He reached over, grabbing it and feeling it vibrate in his hands. He looked at the screen, noticing every single notification coming from Twitter. And since he had set up his Twitter notifications to only say 'You have a new Twitter notification!' on the screen every time he'd receive a notification, just because sometimes things were Tweeted that his parents or brothers should not see... ever.

He slid the screen to the right, enterring his 4 digit passcode, and then went straight to the Twitter app. It brought him straight to his profile, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. Literally. Luke was shocked to see that he had gained over a thousand followers over night, and just like any other Twitter used that had their accounts dedicated to a celebrity, he automatically assumed that he was noticed. He quickly tapped his finger over the little bell on the bottom, bringing up his notifications. Several of them were from his mutuals all tweeting him: "LUKE", occasionally seeing "LUREK", "LUKR", or "LUEK". He was confused and scrolled down, then a wide grin quickly over took his whole face.

"ash | MICHAEL PLS, amyyy, and 268 others retweeted a tweet you were mentioned in." He read, instantly knowing a celebrity had noticed him. He clicked the notification, and instantly a tweet was brought to the screen.

Luke choked, threw his phone across the bed, and started twitched and making inhuman noises, squealing loudly. No normal teenage boy would be doing this. But Luke wasn't any close to being normal, so he didn't care. Because Michael tweeted him back. Michael fucking Clifford tweeted Luke back.

Luke grabbed his phone again, reading over the tweet probably a thousand times.

"@ MichaelClxfford: @ MyChemicalMichael hiiii im okay love you !"

Luke clicked on Michael's icon and went to his profile, yelling "oh my god" as loudly as he could, the smile never leaving his face. It started to hurt, but Luke could care less. Because next to Michael's name, a small light grey box now appeared next to it and it read 'follows you' in white lettering.

About 5 minutes later, Luke had already tweeted so much that he had hit tweet limit. Most of the tweets consisted of messed up spelling that meant to be: "Michael I love you so much thank you!" and ended up being "pHM Y GOD MCIJAEL FUCKJF FOLLOWED ME KM SHAKKMG TABKC YOU MMCIJAEL I LOEBEYOU".

Luke quickly went to his DM's, ignoring all the messages he had from mutuals congratulating him, and instantly messaged Michael saying: "You have no idea how long I've waited for my messages to be able to send, thank you so mucj". Luke ignored the typos, sending it anyway. He didn't expect a response, but at least now Michael would maybe see it, now that he was one of the thousands that could actually message him instead of being one of the hundreds of thousands only being able to tweet him.

Luke closed the Twitter app, then opened his FaceTime app and typed in Ashton's name, clicking the contact and waited for Ashton to answer. He spent about 20 seconds staring at himself on the screen making awkward facial expressions, when Ashton finally answered.

Ashton was shirtless, lying on his side on his bed, eyes still half-closed. "What do you want?" He mumbled, sleep still evident in his voice.

Luke chuckled. "Michael noticed me on Twitter! He tweeted me and followed me!" Luke yelled, sounding overly happy. Ashton winced at his loudness, but ignored it and raised his eyebrows.