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I Can Treat You Better...*Part Ten*
Enjoy! <3 <3 ---------------------------------------------------------------- Quickly, I part from Michael and turned my head. It was Rick, and he did not have a happy look on his face. It was obvious that Rick wasn't very happy with me hugging another man. I got up quickly and welcomed Rick home. Me: Rick! (kisses him) Welcome home, hon. Rick wasn't in a happy mood. He slightly pushed me away, and walked closer to Michael with a snarling look to his face. He looked pretty livid. Rick: (looks down at Michael) I see we have Mr. White Glove here. Michael was kind enough to introduce himself, even though it was clear that Rick didn't like him so much. Michael was his usual, friendly, caring self. Michael: (smiles) Hi. (holds out his hand) Rick ignored Michael's handshake offer. Michael looked down at his hand and frowned. That's when he knew Rick wasn't so peachy keen about him in his house, hugging me. Just to let you know, Rick was a man who was very stubborn, very cocky, and very sarcastic. He was also insensitive. He could be pretty mean and he could hurt many people's feelings. I knew this would not go so well, since such an insensitive man like Rick was around such a sweet, gentle soul like Michael. Rick: So...Mr. Michael...I would expect to see that monkey on your shoulder, since you're in my house. Gasp! Did he really say that? That was so disrespectful! Me: Rick, what is your problem? Apologize to him... Rick: (turns to me) Did anyone ask you to talk? Me: (silence) Rick: I thought so. (back to Michael) So, where's your little friend? Michael looked very hurt. His cheeks were stinging red it looked like tears were about ready to fall from his eyes. He couldn't answer. Rick: Answer me, loverboy! Michael: Um...excuse me. I have to go. He walked out of the house, without saying goodbye to me, but on the way out, he secretly handed me a piece of paper when Rick wasn't looking. Outside, I heard silent sobs coming from him, and it hurt me deeply. Michael didn't deserve to be humiliated like that. I looked down at my hand and I uncrumbled the piece of paper. It said: "This is my phone number for Neverland. 1-345-608-4286 Please visit me sometime and please call me. Michael J. :D" It was in his own handwriting. His lowercase I's had a circle on top for the dot. And he had the prettiest signature I've ever seen. He always had a big star at the end. Even though his actual handwriting was somewhat sloppy, (please forgive me), his signature was amazing! I felt so terrible for Michael. All he wanted to do was visit his friend, and then stupid Rick had to ruin it. And he was so rude and so mean. I was going to plan a suprise for him, but that suprise was off! He expected to get in bed with me that night, but he blew it when he made fun of Michael. Rick: So...(gets behind me and holds my hips) what were you planning for me tonight? Me: (dully) Nothing. (takes his hands off of me and walks upstairs) Rick: What did I do? (follows me) Me: (turns in his direction) What didn't you do? You were totally rude to him! You are such a jerk right now! Rick: Well, I had a reason to! You were basically cuddling with the punk! Me: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't you ever call Michael a punk! He's more of a man than you'll ever be! And what's wrong with me hugging him? What, friends can't hug?! Rick: It's not that! Me: Then what is it, then? Then Rick asked me something that I went crazy over. He actually asked me this: Rick: Are you having sex with him? Me: (gasps) NO! I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO YOU! Rick: (even louder than I was) DON'T F***** LIE TO ME! Me: (screaming) I DIDN'T!!! Rick: YOU'RE LYING! Me: No, I am not! Rick: Yes, you are! Don't tell me you're not, because I know for a fact that you're cheating on me with that...that...bad boy wannabe! Me: Prove it! Rick: If you're not sleepin' with him, how come I have found lingerie, condoms, birth control pills, and all those goddamn letters he sent you?! Me: First of all, he's only my friend, and the lingerie, the pills, and the condoms are only concerning you and I. Not him. Rick: (rolls his eyes) Whatever... Me: You know what? If you wanna be an ignorant son of a bitch, then you can sleep on the couch tonight! (throws a pillow and a blanket to him) I walked into my room and he continued following me. I slammed the door right in his face and I locked it, just in case he tried to sneak in. I immediately went to bed, but after 2:30 in the morning, I was still tossing and turning and playing with my pillow, trying to get it into a comfortable position. I had trouble sleeping, because the only thing on my mind was Michael. I really wanted to tell him that I was sorry for Rick's behavior, and I was afraid that he didn't want to be around me, because of Rick. I picked up the phone, ready to call him, but I wasn't sure about calling him, because I figured that he might've been sleeping. But I called anyway. Fortanutely, he was awake, but sounded sleepy. Michael: (tiredly) Hello? Me: Michael? Michael: (spirit changes) Oh, hi, Melinda. Do you know it's almost 3 am? Me: Yeah, but I can't sleep. I just wanted to call to say I'm sorry about Rick. He was being very immature and very rude. Michael: Oh, that's okay. So...are you in bed? Me: Yeah. Are you? Michael: Yeah. I'm just laying here. I wish you were here with me. You know, I would love to be holding you in my arms right now. Me: (giggles) Michael...you know, I have a boyfriend, right? Michael: I'm sorry...I just really like you. Me: Well...I can't be talkin'. I wish you were in bed with me also. Michael sounded like he was smiling. Michael: (bubbly) You wish that? Me: Yeah. Michael: (softly) Tell me more... Me: Well, I wish that we could hold hands together, just look up at the ceiling and tell each other our dreams. Michael: (giggles) I wish that also. Well...I'll talk to you later. I'm very sleepy. Me: Okay. How about on Friday, we can meet at the Mocha House at 6 pm? Michael: I would love that. But I'll wear one of my disguises. So, if you see a bald, white man with a long white, scruffy beard, with a plaid fedora on, you'll know it's me, okay. If anyone asks who we are, we'll just say that you're my daughter of something, okay? Me: (laughs) Gotcha. Goodnight, Thriller. Michael: See ya, Sandra. We had nicknames for each other. I nicknamed him after his song and he named me after the character I played in my biggest three movies. Pretty corny, huh? lol! Anyway, after I got off the phone with Michael, right away, I fell asleep. TBC... Vote, please! Make a sista happy! lol
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