"I had an idea." Carrie whispered as we sat outside of the changing room Connor was in, bored out of our minds.
She could tell that I was scared.
"What is it?"
"Okay so if we kept Connor on his toes he wouldn't have a chance to read the messages right?"
"Well I can keep him busy and give you time to quickly log back in and block him that way they'll disappear."
"Carrie even if I block him he can still read them, I'd de activate but that account has my Ricky tweets on it, and you know how much they mean to me."
She sighed sadly; "So what do we do?"
I shrugged; "Make him forget about them? I don't know anymore."
Connor came out of the dressing room holding 3 pairs of jeans and a shirt.
"I'm just gonna get this shirt, those jeans looked weird."
"Yeah 'cause they didn't fit your ego." Carrie mumbled reaching her arms out to me as a plea to help her up.
I pulled her up and she fell onto me laughing; "Don't pull that hard woman!"
"You're just clumsy!"
Connor laughed; "You two are friendship goals I swear."
"Ironic isn't it? We met on the internet." Carrie smiled holding my hand tightly.
He made a slight aw sound as he made his purchase and we exited the store.
His attention was quickly brought back to his phone as we continued walking through the mall trying to find another store to look at.
"I'm so scared." He sighed with a sad look on his face.
"I didn't mean too."
Carrie gave me wide eyes and Connor looked at me confused.
Shit I said that out loud didn't I?
"Uh I mean I wouldn't mean to if I was this person."
"Oh right." Connor laughed awkwardly.
He seems to have brought it thank god.
Now all that's left to do is get him out of those messages and back into the real world.