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Reader Insert Prank Call 2: Ugliest Guy in France?

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The Ugliest Guy in France?



You groaned, moving your phone away from your ear as your boyfriend, Arthur, kept griping and yelling about the person he hated most in the world, Francis Bonnefoy. Now, you couldn't say you liked the guy much yourself, but you weren't going to take the time to complain about him constantly like Arthur did. It was something different everyday! He would call, and it was, 'Francis did this' or 'Francis is such an idiot' or just simply stating how much he hated him.

"Isn't that right?" You heard on the other end of the phone.

"Huh?" You asked, you hadn't been listening at all.

Arthur groaned. "Francis should know how it feels to be insulted and to be told he's ugly and-"

"Yes, yes, he should. Arthur, you need to let this go. After all, you have me, and I don't think you're-"

"You're siding with him?!" Arthur screamed. You sighed, exasperated.

"No!" And with that, you hung up the phone.

Staring at the ceiling, you covered your face with your hands. You did think that Francis should be taught a lesson, but he had such a huge ego the odds of you putting even the smallest of dents in it was unlikely. You sat forward, suddenly gaining some interest in trying to find out a way to bring the Frenchie down.

Glancing at your phone, you smirked. Francis had asked for your number many times, but you refused to give it to him. Even so, he still insisted on giving you his.  If he found out it was you on the other end of the phone, there was no doubt he would harass you and never leave you alone. But what you were planning, it would probably be worth it.

Picking up the phone, and quickly dialing the number, you listened as it rang, and nearly jumped for joy when it went to his voicemail.

"Hello, this is (fake name) from the UMA of France, and we just wanted to let you know that you've won our contest, and you'll be our new featured model! Call back at (phone number) for more details." Throwing your phone on the couch, you couldn't help but laugh. When he figured out what UMA stood for, you could only imagine what would happen. All you had to do was wait.





Later on that day, you practically dropped everything you were doing when you heard your phone ringing. You ran to the living room couch where you had left it, and smiled when you saw it was Francis. Clearing your throat, and readying your 'secretary' voice, you answered the phone.

"Hello, this is the UMA of France. (Fake name) speaking."

"Ah, yes. I received a call from you earlier saying that I won a contest you were holding, but I don't recall entering a modeling contest for any agency recently." You looked around, trying to think of an answer.

"Uh- Oh, no. That's because we have talent scouts everywhere! We saw you, and just had to have for our company." You said quickly.

There was a short silence, when he finally said, "Ohohoho~  Talent scouts, you say?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes, but had to stifle your laughter at the fact that he was buying this load. "Uh, yes. Now, I have to tell you that the UMA only chooses the-"

"Oh, yes. I forget to ask. Please tell me, what does UMA stand for, hm?" You covered your mouth with your hand at his question.

Holding back laughter, you gave a quick, "Well, the Ugly Models Association, of course."

There was silence.

"Ugly?" It was barely audible, but you heard him utter the word.

"Uh, yes sir. And the UMA only chooses by far the ugliest men in all of France." You added.

"There must be a mistake! I am not ugly! Do you know who you are speaking to?" He yelled.

"Uh, Francis Bonnefoy, correct?" You asked, trying to keep your laughter in.

Francis' jaw dropped. He wasn't ugly! He was absolutely stunning! Beautiful!

"Hello?"

"It can't be true!" And with that, the line went dead. Laughing hysterically, you dialed Arthur's number.

"Uh, (y/n) are you alright?" He asked when you didn't respond.

"Oh, I'm fine." You said, wiping tears from your eyes, "But I don't think Francis will be bothering you very much anymore."

"Why's that?" Arthur asked.

"Because he has been officially pronounced the ugliest man in all of France."
The second installation of my new 'Prank Call' series. I really enjoyed writing this one. :iconyayfranceplz:

AND, there ARE ugly modeling agencies! I looked it up!

I hope everyone likes it as much as they liked my previous one.

Oh, France.... This is what happens when you insult Iggy. His girlfriend comes after you.

(Sorry for typos, I'm too lazy to proofread.)
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I'm dying of laughter. I wonder what Francis is doing right now. Probably sulking in a corner crying.