Can We Start Again?

I started internally freaking out. Oh my god Alan freaking Ashby follows me.
All of a sudden my phone started freaking out with notifications of followers. Going to Instagram I turn notifications off except by those I follow. My follower count jumped from 654 to 1304 in barely 3 minutes. Oh my god.
Texting Alan again,
You made me insta famous yo (;
Sent.
While waiting on a reply I grab my guitar and star working on a song again and the lyrics. Hopefully soon it’ll be good enough for me to take a video and post on youtube. Buzz.
Alan Ashby
Sad nights sad eyes? Thought you were fine?
Well shit.
Told you, friend drama. I am fine, I swear.
Sent.
Alan Ashby
I don’t believe you. Be honest with me.
Fuck.
It’s just petty high school drama. She told me tonight she likes a guy I’ve had a crush on for years after the concert. I’m only bothered because she always seems to get the guys I like.
Sent.
I hope he doesn’t think I’m pathetic now…
Alan Ashby
Consolation? I gave my number to you. Not her. You have me. She doesn’t. you got my eye from the moment I stepped on stage and you were full of energy. Now It’s late, almost 3am. I want you to sleep. Good night morgan (: <3
Sweetest thing ever awh. Alan is probably going to turn into a great best friend…
Thank you. Goodnight ginger (:
Sent.
I followed what he said and decided to get some sleep. I plugged my phone in and went to bed drifting off. Knock knock
Groggily the knocking on my door woke me up, “come in” my raspy voice says. My mom walks in with a slight smile looking not as bit of hungover as she should be, but I don’t bring it up.
“I just got off the phone with Lucinda. She wants me to let you come down for winter holidays. You leave after school Friday,” She tells me. Lucida is chase’s mom, my aunt. Also the best person ever.
Smiling I let her know, “okay, so just a week left!”
After that she nods and leaves. Staying in bed I grab my phone and check the notifications. Holy fuck. Chloe had blew my phone up!
26 missed calls from Chloe bear
33 text messages from Chloe bear and Alan Ashby
Clicking on the text messages I click on alan’s first,
Alan Ashby
Oh my god morgan I’m so sorry please don’t hate me.
What is he talking about?
I quickly text back,
What are you even talking about?
Sent.

I quickly skim through chloe’s messages
WHY THE HELL IS ALAN ASHBY FOLLOWING YOU
GIRL YOU ARE GETTING SO MUCH HATE
WTF MORGAN REPLY
Oh. That’s what he’s sorry about. The hate. I don't even want to check...

Notes

Hey guys! i finally have a laptop!!! so I'm picking this story back up. this is short i know but i'm working on something. so expect another update in possibly a few hours.