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Our "Thing" Part 27
Haven't got much to say just thaty enjoy and I hope it doesn't end up too dramatic. Dedicated to Michael and mjsite. -norah The next morning, Michael woke up in tangles of bare arms and legs beside Rae on his bed. Careful not to wake her up, he propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at Rae. Rae: *mumbling with eyes closed* I can feel you staring at me. Michael: *chuckles* So you're not asleep. Rae: Half sleepy half not. Michael: We should go somewhere real nice today. Just you and me. And a million passers by. Rae: I'd like that. Michael: *kisses her forehead* I love you. Rae: *opens eyes ansd smiles* Love you too. Meanwhile somewhere else, but not very far, Blaire was sitting on a cold floor at some creepy motel hugging her knees to her chest. She was her friend Casey's motel and was hoping to forget everything by getting pissed drunk which worked for the whole night. Blaire: I've lost him. Casey: You told me you had no feelings for the saint. Blaire: Yeah but Saint Michael Jackson was also my only source for anything. Casey: You have me. Casey was a great girl but like every other person in Blaire's life for the past 4 years she was a fierce partygoer who had no time or patience to commit to looking after another person. Of course Blaire would know she's one too. Blaire: I'd still be with him if it wasn't for Rae and her perky little ass ruining everything. Casey: Technically, you did everything. Blaire: *glares at her* Casey: *stuttering* B-but of course she did most of the work. Blaie: She called last night. The mothership. Casey: What did she say? Blaire: *tearing up a little* Casey: Aaaw hun. *tries top hug her* Blaire: *pulls back* Bitch, please. She made her point last night. Told me I was a skanky little bitch and I should go to hell. Casey: Sounds like Rae. Blaire: You know what? I've lost Michael forever. Casey: That means 25 hours of none stop partying, right? I heard- Blaire: And I'll be damned if I see Rae of all people on his arm. Casey: What are you up to? Blaire: They'll never be together. *stands up eargerly* Who needs this life anyway, right? What a wierdo! Anyway, most of Rae and Michael's afternoon was spent walking around town, sightseeing and stuff. At one point they were at a park under a tree watching the clouds moving. Michael: Remember when we would talk about the weather only? Craziest time of my life. At least one of. Rae: Yeah it was. It was also crazy of you to call Perry Stumpie. Michael: Come on, it was funny. Rae: *smiles* Yeah it was. Michael: Have you spoken to your father since- Rae: *sits up and stares at him* Michael: I ruined the moment, didn't I? Rae: No its just that you got me thinking, that's all. Life is short. I should say something to him. Michael: You really should. They sat in silence until a woman with a huge afro and thick framed glasses stood before them. Woman: Hi I'm Olive and I couldn't help but notice how cute you guys look. Michael: Oh thanks. Isn't that nice, Rae? Rae: *thinking* Con artist alert! *actually said* Very nice. Olive: Can I like take one measly picture of you guys? My daughter just loves the Jackson 5. Michael: I don't see why not. Rae: But Michael- Michael: She doesn't mind. Olive: *takes out small camera* Thanks. *takes picture* I'll let you keep it if you want. Michael: You can have it. We have alot of pictures together anyway. Rae: *whispering* Just take the picture already. Michael: Thanks, Olive. Olive: Have a nice life. I hope you stay together for a long time. They returned back to the apartment late at night and the door was mysteriously open. On the fridge was a small note written in bad cursive writing. **************************************************************** Dear Michael, I should start off by saying the day we met two years ago, I was 16. A fake ID goes a long way and c'mon, Mikey bear, age gaps are sexy. Anyways, i wish I like you had someone like Rae. She's a great friend to you, I can imagine. But, Rae ruined my life. All I had was you. It's her fault for pulling you away from me. I could've gone to rehab without her presence making me fear the day you'd ditch me. I could've been a somebody. We couldv'e had had something real. But she and you too, Mr. Goody two shoes ruined that so here I am. I hope you have a good career you can sing really well for a guy. And tell Rae I can't wait to meet her in hell. Yours truly, Blaire Montgomery II. **************************************************************** A loud scream was heard from the bathroom and it was obviously Rae. Fearing the worst, Michael ran to the bathroom to find that the damage had been done. Blaire laid down on the bathroon floor, with clear marks on her neck and a towel next to her. Not moving and completely lifeless. **************************************************************** TBC....
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