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Kelly and Michael's love story part 6
Todayâ??s the day I get to meet Michaelâ??s familyâ?¦I wake up around 12:30 in the afternoon, I head downstairs still in my pjâ??s and get some breakfast. Then thatâ??s when I start to get ready, after I got dressed I looked at the clock it was 4:30 p.m. I finished putting on my make up and I got my shoes on and left. Me: (I get out of my car and head into the restaurant) Michael: (w/ his siblings talking) Me: (Iâ??m already thinking â??Great, Iâ??m probably going to say something stupid or they wonâ??t like meâ?) Michael: (looks over to the door and spots me) Kelly! Over here Me: (thinking to myself â??do not say anything stupid Kelly!â?) (I walk over to Michael and his siblings and sit down) Jermaine: who is this? (His voice sounded friendly) Michael: This is my girlfriend Kelly Latoya: (smiles at me) she is very pretty Me: thanksâ?¦ (Smiles) So about an hour passed and I was feeling really comfortable with Michaelâ??s brothers and sisters, then Katherine and Joe walked in and they sat down with us. I could feel Joeâ??s eyeâ??s staring at me hard. Me: (Playing with a ring on my finger to keep my mind of Joe) Katherine: (her voice was calm) Iâ??m sorry Michael who is this Michael: this is Kellyâ?¦â?¦..Sheâ??s my girlfriend Katherine: itâ??s nice to meet you Kelly Me: (I look up and stop playing with my ring) itâ??s nice to meet you to Mrs. Jackson (smiles) Katherine: (Smiles) Joe: (mumbles) I donâ??t think you should be with her Me: (I get really quiet and annoyed) Michael: (looks at Joe) and y not Joe? Joe: Michael youâ??re a famous person, sheâ??ll use you for wat she wants than sheâ??ll leave you Me: (I look at Joe) youâ??re wrong Joe Joe: (looks at me hard) Me: (I get a little freaked but I felt Michaelâ??s hand on my leg) (I look at him) Michael: (giving me the â??Donâ??t be afraid of Joeâ? look) Me: (so I look back at Joe) youâ??re sonâ??s Money doesnâ??t matter to me Joe: then let me guess youâ??re going to use him for the fame? Me: no I love youâ??re son very much; Money and fame donâ??t matter to me. Joe: (mumbles under his breath) Jackson wanna be Me: (anger was building up inside of me) Michael: (he squeezed my leg telling me to calm down. But it didnâ??t work) Me: Can I tell you one little thing Joe? (I tried to smile) Joe: wat? Me: (I look at him hard in the eyes) Joe: (heâ??s looking at me) Joe and I were sitting across from each other Me: I love youâ??re son, I would never hurt him or use him. (my voice was filled with rage and hate) Michael: sweetieâ?¦.calm down Me: And let me get this through your thick skull, you donâ??t like me, and I donâ??t like you. So stay out of my way and Iâ??ll stay out of yours!! Joe: girl shut- Me: (I glare at him) say it I dare you Joe: (gets quiet) Jackie: (from the other end of the table) woo go Kelly (he says quietly) Michael: (whisperâ??s in my ear) youâ??re the first to stand up to Joe, good job Me: (smiles) Janet: Letâ??s c u guys kiss! Randy: yeah! Katherine: (smiling) Joe: (looking out the window) Michael: alright Janet Janet: (smiles) Michael: (looks at me) Me: (I look at Michael) Michael: (leans in and kisses me) Latoya: aww! Tito: u guys look really good together Michael and I were smiling. I knew his family has started liking meâ?¦well everyone but Joe was liking me. So after dinner I invited Michael back to my place, we said goodbye to everyone Joe and I only smiled at each other. So Michael and I head back to my place. Michael: That was brave of you Me: wat? (I look at him) Michael: you actually standing up to Joe Me: yeah (smirks) I donâ??t like people accusing me of things I wouldnâ??t do Michael: I know you wouldnâ??t do that (smiles) Me: (I smile) (I walk into the kitchen) Michael: (Sits on a stool) Me: (not facing him going through my mail) Michael: (Grabs the can of whip cream) (he thinks its empty but when he pushes down whip cream comes out and he gets whip cream on his face) *sighs*â?¦.. Me: (I turn around and start to laugh) Michael: oh so you think itâ??s funny! (smiles) Me: it is (still laughing) Michael: alright (smirks) if thatâ??s how you wanna play (squirts me with the whip cream) Me: (Iâ??m still laughing) Michael: (laughing at me) now were even! Me: (I grab a can of whip cream out of the fridge) No (smiles) the war has just begun Michael and I chase each other through my house squirting each other with the whip cream, it ended up outside and Michael and I eventually ran out of whip cream. So Michael and I met up behind my house. Me: (smiling) Truce? Michael: (smiling also) Truce! Me: (I hug him) Michael: (hugs me) that was fun Me: it was (I look up at him) I love you Michael: (smiles) I love you more Me: (I put my hand on the side of Michaelâ??s face and Kiss him) Michael: (kisses me back but this time I felt his tongue!) Michael and I headed back inside an hour later and cleaned up the mess, and then we got cleaned up. Time was flying by, Michael and I were hanging out for a while and it was 11:30 p.m. when Michael had to leave. I wasnâ??t ready for him to leave. But he had too. Michael: (looks at me) Me: (looking at him) Michael: Iâ??ll c u tmrw? Me: sure Michael: cool (kisses me and heads to his limo) Me: (I walk inside) tmrw came, there was no sign of Michael what so ever, i was getting worried. Then at 4:30 Michael finally showed up...with a few bags. Me: Michael is everything okay?? Michael: no... Do you mind if i stay here for a while Me: Michael your always welcome here Michael: thanx (his voice sounded like he was about to cry) I let him in Me: Michael tell me what happened (i sit on the couch) Michael: (sits down next to me) It's Joe.... To Be Continued...
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