*Ring, Ring* *Ring, Ring*
Caller: Stop writing about me.
Me: What? Who's this?
Caller: I mean it. Stop right now, or I will be paying you a visit.
Me: ...Carly? Hey girlie, how've you been? A visit from you would be great, actually.
Carly: Don't start that crap with me. I'm tired of you using MY LIFE as fuel for your stupid, teen-angst stories. It's *my* life, yeah? Leave it alone. I told you last time, I didn't want you writing any more about me.
Me: No one could possibly tell that the stories are about you, Carls. I've given you an entirely new face, changed where you live...
Carly: You use my name. My actual first name.
Me: Oh. Point taken. Even so, I really don't think there's any way that...
Carly: Will you shut up! You're really pissing me off, I don't think you wanna do that!
Me: *smirking a little* What, is your beast going to come out and...
Carly: Shut up! Shut up! I can tell you're gonna keep writing that crappy, un-funny story about me. I can't believe you're ignoring everything I'm saying!
Me: *sound of a notebook opening, a pen beginning to glide across the paper* Not ignoring a single word, Carls.
Carly: *long pause* OH MY GOD! You're copying down everything I'm saying, aren't you? Oh my God, you're such a cow! I can't believe I ever trusted you!
Me: You should relax; all this stress isn't good for you, it'll cause... things... to happen. Ooh, I know! What if I changed your name to Miranda? *short chuckle, cut off by...*