Twitter m.c

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-Michael-

As I slip on my black shirt and leather jacket, my phone goes off with a Twitter notification.

@HayleyPortland: why are you even trying to make me happy Mike?

My heart beat increases with the new nickname she made for me. And for me only.

@MichaelClifford: Because a beautiful girl like you shouldn't be sad.

@HayleyPortland: but I'm not beautiful Michael.

@MichaelClifford: you have beautiful lacing the inside and outside of you, you just need to look for it. And I want to be the one to help you find it.

@HayleyPortland: there's no point Michael, my head is twisted, and there's no stopping it from turning around and seeing the light.

@MichaelClifford: just you wait. I'm gonna help you see all those little beautiful hints about yourself. It may be a challenge. But I can do this, and so can you. You're not alone, you have me.

@HayleyPortland: Michael. I honestly don't know what to say.

@MichaelClifford: the first thing you can say is... 'I'm beautiful'

@HayleyPortland: I can't lie.

@MichaelClifford: I'll get you to say it eventually. I have to go now, I need to get to my job.

@HayleyPortland: What do you work as? What's your job?

@MichaelClifford: I'm a security guard ;)

@HayleyPortland: That's hot :) well, bye now x

@MichaelClifford: bye Hales x

I slip on my glasses and walk to the Anaheim Convention Center for VidCon. My job as a security pays well, and gives me new experiences to travel the world.

Maybe, just maybe. I can meet Hayley and complete my goal.