Book #1 in the 'Texting Mikey' series
A fan meets Michael Clifford over text.
(COMPLETED 9/17/15)
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(Unknown number): 'hey Luke, can I come over? I'm so glad you gave me your new phone number. Could you imagine if I kept...
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M: are you okay Liss?
C: no omg
C: is it really you?
M: yeah?
C: I can't believe it. This is too good to be true. Stop messing with me.
M: wanna FaceTime?
C: omfg YES!
M: okay
*incoming FaceTime call: Mikey*
(Liss' POV) I hit accept and put my phone down on my bed, hoping to hide my face. This isn't real. That is not Michael Clifford on the other end of the screen. There's no way. This only happens to incredibly lucky girls and in fanfictions. What on earth is happening?? I intake a sharp breath when I hear an Australian accent say "Liss, babe, show your beautiful face, darling." Shakily, with a trembling hand, I pick up the phone and squeeze my eyes shut tightly and bite my bottom lip. I slowly open my eyes to see a smiling Michael Clifford on the other end of the line. I clap my hand over my mouth in shock. There's a deep laugh coming from my phone. I look to see Mikey laughing at my reaction.
"WHAT IS LIFE MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD?!" I practically shout. "Life is music." Says an enthusiastic Aussie voice. I was currently looking at the window in my room, not my phone. My gaze shifts back over to the device in my hand and there is a cheekily smiling Ashton Irwin sitting with Michael on his bed.
I can't contain this excitement anymore. I'm about to freak out and I'm about to explode. My mind wanders, trying to come up with an excuse to go. "Oh, look, Mike I have to go. It's dinner time." "But it's morning" "Uhhhhhhhhh my family has breakfast in the evening?" "Sure okay, Liss. Ttyl baby."
