michael's eyes kept on trailing left and right over the screen of his phone, eyes as wide as russia's land.
i love you.
he looked at the man beside him who was pouting to the screen that illuminated his face.
"that's just your stomach speaking, isn't it?" michael asked, sighing as he stood up from the couch and onto the dinner table. he exited the messaging app and dialed the pizza parlor's number he knew by heart.
"no, i think i really do love you, michael--96 percent sure."
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lol i'm really sorry for leaving you guys hanging in the air
blame youtube and tumblr and twitter and real life ;-;
enjoy this puddle of goo-shit, bc i won't probably update in a while, knowing myself lol.
enjoy life and stay awesome, awesome people.
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wrong number // mc+ch au
Fanfictiona message sent to the wrong number and a lonely, desperate for friends lad. add them together and what do you get? friendship. and stupid conversations, apparently. ©kenspov 2014
