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Tough Love Part 91; Part 1
Hope you guys liked that part! I remember I was thinking about the nude part all the way back to 2010 sitting in Spanish class lol, so you see I had to hold on to this part for a LONG time :) Love always, Aariyan. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Chapter 91; Part 1 Just Getting Started â??That was a close one.â? â??Michael you donâ??t have to tell me twice.â? I giggled. â??But I canâ??t believe youâ??d do it. I canâ??t believe you stripped naked for me.â? â??I didnâ??t strip naked for you. I stripped naked for us.â? Then he chuckles. â??Sorry about getting your seats wet.â? I tell Fernando as I get out. â??Itâ??s only water. Weâ??ll be okay.â? He says. â??Want a hug?â? He giggles. â??Sure why not?â? And I give him a big one. I turn around and Michael takes my hand as Iâ??m still laughing. When Michael starts waving at Fernando, I wave him bye also. Michael kisses my hand. â??Open the door again,â? he tells me. â??I donâ??t have the key.â? â??Here,â? he gets it out his pocket. So I open it. As soon as I walk in the door, I noticed our suitcases were where we left them, right in the front of the house. â??Guess we need to take a shower before we do ANYTHING. You can go first. Iâ??m sure Iâ??ll take longer.â? â??No, you can go first.â? â??But Michael, I have to wash my hair. It done got all wet and soggy.â? â??But I have to do the same.â? â??Yours an afro. It wonâ??t be that hard.â? â??Just go on. I donâ??t want both of us taking one at the same time so we can know whatâ??s going on in the house.â? â??Okay, well Iâ??ll try to as fast as possible.â? â??Yeah, you go do that.â? I turn around and I see his side grin. Then I see him put a record on the player. â??Ahh, nice.â? I say about it. I go to try and take a lengthy shower to make sure I got all the gunk off me and smell presentable. I had some pecan-cream soap, but there was already some provided for us. It was like the standard, clear soap or shampoo they give you in the average hotels, but it had a little sweet smell to it, which I liked. I decided to mix the two. When I got out the shower, I wrapped a towel around my head the best I could. I finally came out the bathroom door when I took the towel off my head. I go in the living room area and told Michael he could go on to take his. While he was gone, I went through the fridge and ate some Noodles in a Cup, chicken flavored. Then I decided to microwave one for Michael. I was sitting on the couch, enjoying â??Blues Awayâ?. That song always make me calm, and I wonder if Michael intended on it being that way. Plus it was PERFECT for me. It didnâ??t matter WHAT day it was. It was just dark, my eyes were heavy, and I couldnâ??t wait to see Michael again. â??Missed me?â? he says as he walks in the room with a shirtâ??with the sleeves and collar green and the middle part blue. He was wearing black sweat pants. â??You could say thatâ?¦I guess.â? I simply say. He plops down beside me as I scoot back into his lap. â??Uck, who said I wanted YOU to sit on ME?â? â??Oh, whereâ??s this diva persona coming from?â? I laugh as he lightly keeps pushing me off of him. But he only giggles. â??Hey I fixed something for you.â? â??Yeah, where is it?â? â??I gotta go get it first.â? I get up and bring the Noodles in a Cup to him with a fork and paper towel. â??Thanks,â? he smiles and as he eats it, I just watch him. â??You know you can turn on the TV if you want.â? â??I know.â? I smile at him. Then I do as he turns off the light. About five minutes later, Michael puts the cup down. â??Letâ??s dance.â? â??But I thought you wanted me to watch T.V.â? â??If you want to.â? â??â?¦Letâ??s.â? I get up and I help pull him up with my hand. He walks over to the record player. What sounds like the bass starts to play to â??Blame it on the Boogieâ?. â??To wake us up.â? Michael says. He steps up closer to me. I know heâ??s so used to dancing with himself, that he had to learn how to coexist with MY moves. There were a lot of hip thrusting, shoulder-shakinâ??, and spins because Michael started doing them. I had to reel him in by throwing my arms on his shoulders to get him closer. â??Your selfish on the dance floor.â? I laugh. â??Iâ??m trying to learn how to coexist with a rookie like you.â? I roll my eyes, then I turn around and start dancing. â??Howâ??s THAT for rookie?â? â??Aoww!â? he says like he did in the song. I had turned away from him, so he had my backside to look at. We slowed danced to â??Push Me Awayâ?. As my head was on his chest temporarily, I asked Michael a question. â??Do you think I pushed you away?â? He thinks real quick as he bites the bottom of his lip. â??Sometimes I did.â? He pauses. â??But Iâ??m glad youâ??re coming around.â? He kisses the edge line of my hair. I look away. Then I look back at him. â??For what?â? â??What do you mean?â? â??Whyâ??re you glad Iâ??m coming around?â? â??Because Lyricâ?¦I like you. I think youâ??re amazing. Youâ??re very beautiful and mature, for the most part, for your age. I like that in a woman: that can stay poised. I donâ??t feel like Iâ??m with a teen sometimes. Sometimes I guess I feel like Iâ??m with a young woman.â? I go behind him and wrap my arms around his waist as we hit the climax of the song. By the time we got to â??Destinyâ?, Michael wanted me to sit on the couch as he sings it. My legs were draped over his lap, though he said I might want to move them as a hazard. â??I might get ta moving a lot!â? â??I think I can handle it.â? As he swayed, I swayed with him. Even listening to him live, he sounds perfect. Itâ??s so neat because youâ??d think heâ??d be stiff, but Michael knows how to move around even in a straitjacket Iâ??m sure. Then he gets up without me knowing, so my legs fall. As he keeps free-dancing, I get up when he motion me to. Then he starts leaning into me. I leaned back, then I did the same to him. Since Michael made crazy expressions at me, I did the same, but I couldnâ??t contain my laughter. After the song went off, I kept laughing, and we hugged each other. â??I donâ??t always get to be silly like this around a girl other than my sisters or mother.â? â??Oh yeah, speaking of that.â? I grabbed his wrists and he lets me pull him down to the couch. â??Why did my parents mention Katherine because you havenâ??t told me anything about that.â? â??The truth is we needed a guardian or chaperone, but I know we really wanted to be on our own. So it was just a fib.â? â??A fib?â? I say pointedly. â??Yeah, a fib. But itâ??s possible Mother might come down here just to see whatâ??s going on in Hawaii. Thatâ??s all.â? â??So you were able to put your neck on the line just for me?â? â??Kinda. But you know he canâ??t NOT reason with my mom. He adores her, and I know you have my back.â? â??I do.â? and I smile. â??Hey, itâ??s already early. We need to get some sleep for as long as we can.â? â??Yeah, we do.â? But I didnâ??t want to go without him. So we hug for a while. â??Iâ??ll see you when I wake up.â? I tell him. â??Okay.â? I go on to my room. I turn the T.V. on as I move my stuff out the way or in the bathroom. Then I take my shorts off and snuggle under the covers. My lids are heavy, but I decide to turn the T.V. off real early. In the quiet darkness, I listen to â??4 Letter Wordâ? again as I try to figure out which word M.J. is describing. I thought about calling him, but I knew it was SUPER early on the west coast, so I keep that thought to myself. After that, I try to enjoy any darkness leftâ?¦. Iâ??m in a peaceful sleep until I keep hearing songs in the back of my mind. I get up, use the bathroom real quick, and put my shorts on. I walk out to the living room, where I see a bunch of fake snow EVERYWHERE! Then I see the Christmas setup and even the tree! I remember I had forgotten all about it at home. â??Must Be Santaâ? was playing. I remember this song from my childhood, though I still enjoy it! â??Have you been a good little girl this year?â? Thatâ??s when I noticed Michael in a black rocking chair. He was wearing a Santa suit, but he was so skinny! I saw that he tried stuffing his stomach, but it was challenging to hide that black afro as well. â??Yes,â? I mumble. â??Come sit on Santaâ??s lap and get a cookie. He hands me a platter of them, but I take one. Then I bite off a piece. â??Hereâ??s some natural made milk.â? He glances at my chest then back at my face. I shake my head. â??So whatâ??s this about, Santa?â? â??I just wanted to make sure little Lyric was behaving herself this year. I havenâ??t visited HER yet to know what she wants for Christmas.â? I sit there and think about it. â??I want a big daddy for Christmas, Santa.â? I burst out laughing. I couldnâ??t think of anything more original. â??Ho, ho, ho Lyric, that isnâ??t thee answer.â? I know that was super inappropriate, but I know Iâ??m actually speaking to Michael. I look around the room, and I see the decorations on the chimney as well. I go over to the decorations. â??I was thinking maybe we could make some gingerbread houses and stuff today.â? I turn around and see Michael taking off the Santa suit. I gasp. â??Youâ??re not Santa!â? I point at him. He cracks a smile. â??Santaâ??s helper. But seriously, do you want to do some Christmas traditions?â? â??Like caroling?â? â??Aww no, thatâ??s like having a door-to-door concert for me.â? â??I think we can squeeze it in.â? then I winked. I walk in the kitchen so I can make some breakfast, but of course it was already prepared. â??Eat up, princess.â? I wait until Michael takes off the suit completely and joins me. Once I finish, I make an announcement to Michael. â??Hey, today I need to do some shopping.â? â??â?¦Okay. Need me to get the limo?â? I shrug. â??Oh you could,â? I jokingly suggest. â??Or I could take a cab.â? â??Like you really know where youâ??re going. Iâ??ll just call Fernando.â? I grab up our dishes and clean them real quick, then I go and take a shower for the day. Shorts, flip flops, a normal tee, and a cap isnâ??t so bad, so I decided to wear that. Then I brought my big bag, which could be considered a purse with me. Dadâ??s debit card was safe in my pocket, and I had a few bills in my other pocket just in case. By the time Iâ??m finished getting dressed, Fernando is ready for me, and Michael only stares. â??What?â? I ask accusingly. â??Nothing,â? he shakes his head. â??But here, wear these.â? He gets his aviators and places them on my face. â??Youâ??re gonna need them.â? I snicker, but as I close the door behind me, I think it was my legs that got to him. Not to brag, but I DO have pretty legs. Mom always said to take care of your arms and legs. And since I have stairs everywhere I go!â??at school or home, and when I was a distance runner in track my eighth grade yearâ??my calves are pretty strong in my opinion. We stop at this gift shop because this is where I wanted go. Immediately, I get lost into the store because there was so much merchandise, and so much to choose from. I had already picked out more than one snow globe (and Iâ??m a BIG fan of those!) and I was looking at other little things when I saw something light out the corner of my eye. I look over again, and thatâ??s when I saw him againâ?¦Dylan Cooper? When I looked over, I saw he had a side-grin on HIS face, and aviators, too. Plus he looked like he was undercover with the stuff he was wearingâ??baggy jeans, heavy jacket, and his black combat boots. So I decided to make a full turn towards him and he faces me as well. I take off my shades and walk over to him. He takes off his also, and we hug. â??Heeey! WHAT are you DOING here?â? I ask as I pull away from him. â??Are you following me?â? I ask matter-of-factly. â??I got a seasonal job here.â? â??HOW?!!? Youâ??re LYING!â? â??No Iâ??m not.â? He shakes his head no. â??But you work for my dad.â? â??No, I work underneath his rankings.â? â??I donâ??t believe you.â? â??See, I got my nametag.â? He pulls it out of his pocket and hands it to me. â??DYLAN COOPERâ? it read. â??So? You couldâ??ve gotten someone to MAKE that for you.â? â??Oh really? Well letâ??s discuss this over some lunch.â? I take a step back and shake my head in disbelief. â??Noâ?¦Iâ??m not playing.â? â??Then what do you expect me to do with these?â? I hold up the merchandise. â??Take them with you.â? I scan over the shop again, and I know Iâ??m probably still missing some stuff, but I know I can always come back. Plus I managed my money for the most part, so I swiped my card, and I was able to purchase the stuff. â??Just wait one minute.â? I point at him as I walk away. Fernando was on my mind, and I wondered if he was still out there, waiting for me. I saw he had actually left. Then I remember I had told him to leave and Iâ??d call him when I was ready. But I called his number from the store, so he knew not to worry about me right now. Plus I didnâ??t know WHAT I was getting myself into since I was leaving with Cooper. â??Ready?â? â??Yeah,â? I tell him. He takes my hand, and we get into a car, which I can tell is a rental. I donâ??t even know what part of Hawaii Iâ??m in, but it seems to the opposite side of Hawaii than where Michael and I are staying. We get to a beach house as well. â??Oh, a seasonal job? Right?â? â??I have extra money in the bank.â? Then he smirks. What catches my attention is he opened my door for me and held the door for me as I walked in. I looked in the massive room, and saw a piano to the right of the room. â??Make yourself more comfortable. Iâ??m just going to change out of these clothes into something else more comfortable.â? â??Okay,â? I walk over to the couch and turn the TV on. Cooper was wearing a white tank and sweat pants. â??Are you hungry?â? â??No,â? I lie a little. So he walks over to the piano with a glass that looks like it has alcohol in it. But as I listen to him, I can tell heâ??s actually good. So I turned off the TV so I could hear better and followed him. I saw a bunch of cigarette buds in the ashtray and that reminded me he was a smoker as well. But as he played and played like I wasnâ??t there, I just watched and absorbed the scene. â??Whatâ??s wrong with you?â? he asks me. â??Why do you always like to take me places?â? I question HIM. â??Just because,â? he shrugs, â??I do.â? I stare at him in his blue eyes as he looks into my brown eyes. Then he naturally leans over towards my face. I stay a bit paralyzed because I want him to do it. But Iâ??m TERRIFIED for the consequences. This is a bit of an extreme for me. Heâ??s twenty-two. Iâ??m sixteen. But when I felt his soft lips against mine, I straightened up a little as a shiver went down my spine. Cooperâ??s hands were on my arms, and as I looked him in the eyes, his thumbs were slowly rubbing my arms. He leans over again, and the kiss is even firmer. I push him away as heâ??s already naturally moving away from my face. I see his boyish grin. But I turn away and look down at the piano keys. â??I want you to come to my party Iâ??m hosting very soon. I know youâ??ll really like it.â? I didnâ??t say anything. I kept staring at the keys. â??Hey,â? he lifts my chin. â??Thereâ??s nothing to be afraid of. Just come. Itâ??s a simple Christmas party.â? He shrugs. â??No big deal.â? He sips some of his drink and lights up a cigarette as I hold my breath a little. Iâ??m a firm believer in the awareness of second-hand smoking, and I think itâ??s bull that youâ??re not the one putting the cigarette to your mouth, but you can still die from that crap. â??Iâ??ll have to think about it.â? â??But donâ??t keep me waiting here too long. Here, hereâ??s my number.â? He writes it down for me and winks. Then he gives me a quick peck as he stands us up. I couldâ??ve easily let him drive me to the beach house, but I told him Iâ??d take a cab to stay safe. He doesnâ??t to track where Iâ??m staying or the home number, so Iâ??ll call from a pay phone or something. When I got back to the house, Michael tells me it took longer than he thought. â??Yeah, I got some lunch too.â? â??Ohâ?¦well all I gotta do is open the boxes and we can start on the houses.â? â??Okay.â? I knew he meant the gingerbread houses since it IS Christmas time. â??Just give me some time to sit this stuff down.â? â??Okay. Oh, your friends call, too.â? Could one of them been M.J.?! â??WHO were they?!â? â??Just Patricia, Danielle, and Donovan. They just wanted to know how things were going.â? My heart fall a little when he listed off the names, and none of them was M.J. Right now I wasnâ??t so concerned with one of those people being Nick because I yearned M.J. A LOT MORE! I urgently went to my room, sat the stuff down, and I started sweating EVERYWHERE! I was about to do something nerve-wreckingâ??call M.J. So I dial his number URGENTLY. I just kinda wanted to know where our relationship stood right now. But I donâ??t even get an answer. I wait until I hear the voice-mail. Iâ??m stumped because I REALLY wanted to talk to him, but this isnâ??t too weird for him to not answer because not everyone can get to the phone because they may not be at home right then. But I still canâ??t wait, so I call for the second time. Usually if this happen, heâ??ll call back, or the second time, Iâ??ll get an answer. As Iâ??m waiting, I hear some music with a HUGE bass, then I can tell itâ??s him rapping and singing. I guess this is how the family left their voice message, though it felt like a slap in the face as I heard a few profane words. It sounded kinda dark and twisted, but the song cuts off, but I still donâ??t get an answer, and Iâ??m wondering if heâ??s doing this because I was acting â??stankâ? towards him this past week. So I decided to leave a message. â??Hey M.J., this is Lyric, and I was just callingâ?¦to see how you were doing,â? good comment!, â??Call me back when you get a chance from this number I called you withâ?¦.Bye.â? and I hang up. Iâ??m still a bit shaky because I donâ??t know how his first expression will be when he knows itâ??s me, or his first thoughtâ??whether heâ??d be pissed to hear my voice or overjoyed that I want to have anything to do with him. So I call Patâ??s number to see what she was calling about. â??Girl, weâ??re ALREADY missing you! For some reason, Nick is SINCERELY acting like that, so you must know he cares. He mustâ??ve did something to you in that closet.â? I laugh, now embarrassed. â??No, just a little kiss.â? Then I mumble, â??Now it just feels like the Rebound Syndrome.â? â??Un-huh.â? Though I kinda donâ??t want to mention it, I add as a side note, â??I even called M.J. but I didnâ??t get an answer.â? â??Oh donâ??t worry about it, he was probably out. Heâ??ll call you back as soon as possible.â? I told her, Danielle, and Sherry what happened. â??I hope so. Hey, Iâ??ll call you the next time something pop off.â? â??Okay,â? I could tell sheâ??s smiling. â??Plus Austin went a little buck wild.â? I burst out laughing. â??See you Pat.â? â??Once you get home that is. But okay, see you girl.â? We hang up, but itâ??s still the hardest thing for me to pick myself off the bed. So I grab up his tape recorder and listen to his voice sing to ONLY ME. I start to sing the words with him. I sit on the bed once the climax part plays, and I have to wipe my faint tears. Why am I here with Michael, but Iâ??m so unhappy? I hear a knock on the door. â??Youâ??re alright?â? I sniffle real quick. â??Yeah, Iâ??m about to come out.â? I quickly stop the rest of the song, throw it in my bag, then I walk out the room. â??Your mom and dad called again when you were out.â? â??What did you tell them?â? â??That you were out,â? then he laughs. â??I guess Iâ??ll call them next.â? Then I let out a big sigh. â??Everythingâ??s alright?â? â??Yeah. just go on and open those boxes of gingerbread houses.â? I smile. â??Already done.â? I peek at the counter. Indeed the stuff is already sitting on the counter neatly. â??Okay.â? I smile. Then I pick up the phone and call my parents. I feel Mom in all the usual details. At the pit of my stomach, I feel bad that they probably called as I was with Dadâ??s rookie. Once I hanged up, I had the urgency to call M.J. again, but I know I canâ??t leave myself desperate like that. Just from his persona, I know thatâ??s a turn-off. But if it was Michael, he wouldnâ??t even care if it was this important. I guess thatâ??s where the difference lies. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Once again, something has kinda changed in the story, and Iâ??m so sorry about this. Iâ??ll tell you once we get THERE, I just wanted to warn you know, but I think itâ??ll make things A LOT stronger through the story, and make it more of a â??page turnerâ?. But whether I change things or not, Iâ??ll tell you what it is once we get there. But it wonâ??t take too long, especially if my typing can catch up with my mind :) Love alwaysâ??Aariyan
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