Prank Calls (Michael Clifford faniction)
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  • Reads 503
  • Votes 27
  • Parts 7
  • Time 47m
Ongoing, First published Sep 03, 2014
Kate Manton has been bullied and abused her whole life, not to mention her own mother kicked her out of the house at 14. She's been living on her own for two years, on the streets and she's finally given up. 

She gets an unexpected phone call from an unknown number as she stands on top of the building, ready to jump.

"Hello? This is the pizza man." The man says, obviously faking an Idian accent. 

"What?" She spits.

"Are you ok?" He says, his voice changing back to an Australian accent.

"What do you care?" She mutters through the receiver. 

"I just do." He pauses.

"If you must know, I'm not ok." Kate takes a deep breath of the cool air. "This will be my final conversation with anyone." She says plainly.

"Oh my god..." He mutters.

Will he stop her before she falls to her death, or live with this strangers death on his hands?
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Write about me

28 parts Complete

"I saw you last night, at Starbucks, I don't think you saw me though, you looked pretty concentrated on what you were writing." I started giggling and hid my face in my hands. "What?" "I was thinking of a name to use for one of the main characters in my story I'm writing and I heard the barista call your name and I thought it was such a beautiful name so I used it." He looked so touched. "You're writing a story about me?" His hand was over his heart. "That is the most heartwarming thing I've ever heard." "Well, It's not really about you... just your name." His smile fell from his face. "Well, why don't you just write about me then?" "I don't know you though." He leaned in closer. "Isn't that what writers do? They make things up." He put his arm around the back of the couch; his fingers lightly touched my shoulder and I felt myself blush again. "I guess, ya." "Good. Then it's settled. You're going to write about me." He said with that breath taking smile.