catfish // mgc

☼ e i g h t ☼

/// look at that fucking weirdo I love him ///

Michael never told me what had happened to him that day. I asked him a few more times but he always said he never wanted to talk about it. Eventually I found out (from the fans, which upset me for a moment) that Ashton was in the hospital, so I figured it'd taken a bit out of the boys.

I picked at the ends of my now lilac hair (after much arguing Michael convinced me to start dying my hair the same colors as his so we could be, and I quote, "#twinning"), staring at the recent text I had gotten.

Cliffoconda: Am I ever going to know what you look like?

I sniffled, guilt washing over me for the 600th time. Michael had just gotten back from Japan (which he was super psyched about and I'm pretty such it was the most adorable thing I've ever witnessed) and he was getting more and more anxious. We barely talked the whole time he was there, seeing as he was super busy with shows and stuff. I had to do something, but I wasn't ready yet. And I couldn't keep giving him bullcrap excuses like I had been for the past two and a half months now. So I did the first thing that came to mind.

I went under my list of people I follow on Tumblr, clicking on the girl I was looking for.

Saving a picture to my phone, I went into my texts and sent Michael the picture of the skinny, lilac haired girl taking a mirror selfie, half hiding her face with her free hand.

Mae: there. happy?

I waited for a few minutes, my nerves boiling up as I chewed on my thumb nail.

Cliffoconda: holy shit you're so pretty

And that's when I broke down crying. He thinks she's pretty. He thinks that's me. I couldn't believe I just did that. I literally just sent a picture to Michael of someone I follow on Tumblr and implied it was me. When I was younger I used to swear up and down that I'd never stoop that low to lie like that to someone because I thought it was so messed up. But here I am, years later, doing the messed up thing I said I'd never do.

I'm fucking catfishing Michael Clifford.

What is wrong with me?

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The second the plate crashed onto the tile floor, she knew she was in for it.

"What was that?" She heard him shout from his bedroom.

Panicking, she quickly got on her hands and knees and started gathering all the broken pieces as she heard his boots stomping down the hallway. She winced as a broken piece sliced the palm of her hand open, but she ignored it as the footsteps got terrifyingly closer.

"Did you fucking break another plate?" His voice boomed from behind her suddenly. She jumped and quickly stood up, tears welling up in her eyes already.

"I-I-I didn't m-mean to," She stuttered. "Please, m-my hands were wet from washing-"

Crack!

Her head snapped to the side, and she almost fell over from the impact of his hand on her cheek. She started crying then, holding her cheek with her bloody hand.

"Dumb bitch," he growled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away from her face.

"Dylan I-I'm sorry-"

Another smack.

He then grabbed her by her throat, pulling her face close to his. "You think it's okay to go around breaking my fucking plates all the time?"

"Dylan no! I d-didn't mean-!"

He threw her on the ground amongst the shards of the broken plate, immediately kicking her in the gut.

"Ugly bitch, no one will ever fucking want you."

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(a/n)

oooo shit just got real oh snaP

OK SO the second half of the chapter was a sort of flash back thingy of mae's previous relationship, which kind gives an explination as to why she is the was she is now u feel me

there will definitely be more flashbacks, or whatever you wanna call them, scattered throughout the chapters every so often

also does anyone listen to halsey??? i'm currently slightly obsessed with her (hurricane is in the media fkin listen to it)

another also, i want to apologize if any events that happen in this story are not in the right order or something, i am far too lazy to figure it all out

PS UM HOLY SHIT WE'RE ALREADY AT 150 VIEWS WOW THANK YOU?????

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