wrong number // mgc

"I think you have the wrong number"

Valerie's pov

I picked up my phone and dialed Bella's house phone number. The only reason I was calling her house phone was because Bella, my best friend, broke her phone. Every Friday, unless we're together, we call each other and talk for hours.

After three rings she finally picked up the phone.

"Hello" a man's voice with some type of accent answered. He didn't sound like Bella's dad, Mr. James, but people do sound different over then phone.

"Hi, Mr. James, is Bella there?" I asked.

"I think you have the wrong number," he responded. "This is Michael."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said. His voice sounded familiar.

"It's okay," he laughed. I could have sworn I've heard that laugh before.

"I must ask, Michael who?" I instantly regretted saying this. I was talking to a total stranger. It was an invasion of privacy.

"Michael Clifford" he said. It all came together, and the it hit me. I was talking to fucking Michael Clifford.

"Are you for real?!" My voice came out unsteady, with excitement.

"Yeah, why would I lie and say that I'm Michael Clifford?" He laughed a little and it made me smile.

"Well Michael Clifford is famous and does play in 5 Seconds Of Summer, a famous band" I responded.

"I guess your right, but it is I, Michael Gordon Clifford" we both laughed. I heard some muffled voices come through the phone. "I gotta go, sorry" he said a little sad.

"It's okay," I said equally sad.

"Bye" he said.

"I lo-" I began to say but he hung up.

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A/N
This was a very short chapter, sorry. It will get better, I promise. Anyways, enjoy!