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-Michael-

As I walk through the halls of the Convention Center, I see some guy with bright blue hair fangirl over me.

Well, at least I think that's what he was doing. He was jumping up and down and pointing at me. I'm no one special. He kept whispering to his friends, and I just smirked at him.

I take my position by the door of the 'Youtuber Hangout' room and I scan the premises for any threats.

Here we go, another day full of talking to fangirls.

-Hayley-

As I sit in my room with Brianna, my mind automatically drifts to Michael. I have no idea why to be completely honest.

Well, I guess, no one has ever spent that much amount of effort just to make me happy. I mean, the girls do it without noticing, but I've never been someone's priority before.

I'm that friend who has to walk behind the others on the sidewalk. I'm that friend that no one pays attention to when I talk. I'm that friend, who doesn't seem like a friend at all.

My phone dings and i scramble to unlock it.

"Woah, you expecting someone to text you?" Brianna smirks. I blush and shake my head.

"No, it's just an old friend." I cover up. I don't want anyone to know about Michael. I guess that I don't want him to leave me.

Woah I just sounded really obsessive just then.

I groan as I look at the text.

Evil Slut:
Fucked any boys today? Go die pig!

My eyes burn with tears but I blink them away.

My phone goes off again.

@MichaelClifford: Keep your head up love, it'll get better :) x

It's like he reads my mind. I hastily type a reply.

@HayleyPortland: you have no idea how good your timing is :* thankyou Mikey x