~Michaels POV~
"N-nothing." Lauren said, but you could hear fear in her voice.
"Lauren tell me what's wrong."
"Who are you?" An angry sounding voice asked.
"Who are you? Where is Lauren?" I asked worriedly into the phone.
"I'm her mother. Now tell me who you are. My daughter had been messaging you I see and I don't like the idea of it." She spat.
"My names Michael." I said sternly.
"Oh so its a boy, now is it Lauren?" Her so called mother asked, you could practically hear the smirk in her voice. "Your punishment is going to be even worse tonight. And I'm having one of my friends come watch you while I go to the bar, got it? I will deal with you later." I think the last part was not meant for me to hear but I still heard it.
"What are you going to do to her?" I panicked.
"Oh it doesn't concern you. Your just some freak that's trying to contact the freak I live with." She spat.
"I have to go." I fired back at her, but before she could say anything I hung up.
~Lauren's POV~
"Oh it doesn't concern you. Your just some freak that's trying to contact the freak I live with." My mother smirked into the phone. I could feel tears starting to build up at my eyes. I wiped my eyes quick and started looking at my mom again.
After a few seconds of her saying nothing a huge smile grew on her face. She pulled the phone from her ear and wiped it at the wall again.
"Well," she paused, "we won't have to deal with him anymore. He said he doesn't want to talk to you anymore. Something about how your ugly? What did you do send him a picture about yourself?" My mom stared at me.
"Y-yes." I muttered to myself.
"What?! Why would you send some random person a picture of yourself?" My mom screeched at me.
I couldn't tell her the truth. I can't tell her my idol followed me on twitter and then I gave him my number. I would get killed, literally. I'm not even meant to have social media, let alone giving someone my number.
"Whatever." My mom turned and started walking towards the door, the stopped as she approached it. She turned and looked at me, "and don't look so hurt. Who would want to talk to a freak show like you?" She spat before she walked out and slammed the door.
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Fanfiction@michaelclifford has followed you This was the sentence that changed everything. Not at that exact moment, but little did I know what I was getting into. Is it going to lead to a friendship? A love story? Or a mix of both?
