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zenas friend part (1)
im a 22 year old woman, im happily out of college, i have a home, i have a car, im beautiful, and my job is a baker. but i DONT have a boyfriend/husband. that always made me feel down. i just dont get it, im so beautiful, i mean for real, but.. not guys are interested. :'( but this month will change. ( ps i know mj is 24, but in my story prince and paris r alive lol) i decided to adopt a child. i feel so terrible for the children in the world without homes, i just wanna help what we have instead of "make" more. (my true opinion in real life) so i head to an adoption center. i chose a beautiful girl named zena. (zee-na) shes super cute, and fun. i adopt her. in the car: me: hello, my name is drew, im your mommy i said in the happiest voice i could zena: ok momy! aww, shes so cute, shes only 4 years old. me: when we get home, ill make you lunch and we can decorate your room ok? zena: ok! i giggle. the rest of the way is talking about zena, she had a sad life. she has no real parents, and before the adoption center found her, she was on the streets. how could anyone just do nothing seeing a 4 year old on the streets?!?! i screamed in my head a million times. we got home, and my small plan of eating and decorating took the whole day. i made cheese sandwhiches. she loved them. then, we looked at her empty room. the first thing she did was put her teddy bear in the corner and said "done!" i laughed and picked her up. me: i wanna put a bed there, dresser there, table there, and a char there. she was happy and hugged me. i think she liked it. i didnt have a bed or dresser for her yet, im a single mom thats a baker, i need to make a little more money. but i DID get her a table and chair. she gathered things around the house and put it in her room. i dont care what it looks like, as long as its clean, she can have it any way she wants. its been a year so far, now shes 5. her room is beautiful.shes starting school in a week. she isnt to happy. zena: mommy i dont wanna go! me: but its fun, you will make new friends! zena: no i wont she said looking down me: yes you will, i promis i said giving her a cookie from a jar. she smiled zena: ok! tehe, i loved it when she says ok! two weeks have gone by, when i picked her up from school, she was talking to another adorable little girl. i walked up to her me: hi zena! whos this? zena: my friend! paris! me: aw, hi paris! paris: hewwo! i laughed. paris: i have to go now by zena! zena: by! i gently took zenas small hand and led her to the car. i knew of michael jackson, i was a big fan. but i never knew he had children. me: so thats your friend? zena: yup! shes really nice! can she come over this week? pwwweesee? me: well.... i thought for a moment, the house was clean... me: alright! how about friday? zena: yay!! its tuesday today. the day ended and each day before friday paris and zena where getting closer and closer. it was finally friday, after school. i drove to the school and saw paris and zena holding hands. it was so cute. i walked up to them me: hey! both: hi me: ready to go? both: yea we went and they both talked in the car. i was just happily listening and luaghing at some parts. we got to the house and i made them ham and cheese sandwhiches. after that i gave them milk. me: so, who wants to go to the part? oh and paris, when are your parents going to come by? paris: oh, i only have a daddy, and he said around 7. me: ONLY a dad? paris: yep! i thought for a moment. could this be my chance? NAH!!! i thought. zena: oh i wanna go to the park! paris: me to! we walked to the park. the girls just played tag around me. the street was busy, and once zena almost went into the street but i stopped her thank god. we where there and they ran to the swings. we stayed for 2 hours. they just never got sick of it! we walked home and it was dark. we got home safely, then i got a call. me: hello? ?: hello, this is paris' father, michael me: oh hi! are you going to pick her up now? michael: yes, do you think you could tell me where you live? he sounded so sweet. me: of course. i told him where i lived. 20 minutes later a limo pulled up. i was suspicious. out came a man in all black. strong, and tall. i thought it was the F.B.I!! he knocked on the door. ?: hello, is paris here? he didnt sound to sweet lol. he sounded firm and angry. me: yes, um is this michael? i said gulping he chuckled ?: no me: oh, why do you have a limo? i tried asking as friednly as possible. ?: oh.. uh.. because paris wanted one. i looked at him a little funny and replayed michael in my head a million times. doing that i called out her name me: PARIS! she came running downstairs with paint on her face along with zena paris: yes? me: you have to go home now paris looked sad paris: alright, bye zena! they hugged and got more paint on themselves and laughed. i shut the door and looked at zena and laughed. me: your silly, come one, lets wash up. she took a bath, i fed her dinner, told her a bed time story and i went to bed. i couldnt sleep really, its just weird... why would a little girl want a limo? i started gathering every peice of information i knew. paris... michael.... body guard.... limo... rich school... then i got wide eyed. could this be THE michael JACKSON? or some other michael thats RICH. i had to find out. i wanted to meet him asap. i finally went to sleep. the next morning i woke up and got zena ready for school. she really thinks im her mommy, and im happy about that. she just needs a father. after i dropped her off i went to my bakery shop. i had tons of people come in today. i was happy. i own the shop with my best friend amelia. i took care of the shop today. i went to pick up zena and saw paris again. this time i wanted to speak to her. me: hi zena! she hugged me. zena: hi momy! today we ate snacks so im not hungry. me: hi paris, hey can i ask you something? paris: sure! me: what's your last name? paris: its jackson! i was about to scream, but i just was wide eyed and had my mouth hangin open. paris and zena laughed. zena; hehe, mommy whats wrong? oh and paris wants me to come over today, is that okay? (btw its been 3 weeks since paris came over) me: well... i guess so. can i see your daddy? paris: sure! me: but i dont know where you live sweetie, im giong to have to call your dad. both of the kids went out to the playground. i took a swing and dialed his number. ( i know it cuz paris gave it to me) i gulped, this time talking to him was differnt, because im pretty sure its michael JACKSON. ?: hello? me: oh hi, its drew zena's mom michael: why hello there! me: heh, hi! paris wants zena to come over, is that ok to you? michael: of course! let me just tell you my adress. he told it to me. me: alright thanks, ill be over soon bye! michael: wait! me: yes? michael: whats your name? i smiled me: its drew. michael: alright, drew, ill see your later. i could tell he smiled. we slowly said bye. i gathered the kids and off we went.i put on thriller and right when thriller came on paris said: paris: thats daddy singing!! i got so shocked, my little girl is friends with the king of pops daughter!!! i was so happy, because now i could meet him! we got to the house, i could see nothing but gates, when i was let in it was like a whole new world. we kept driving for what is seemed like forever, then... i saw michael jackson sitting on a bench looking at the trees smiling. i pulled over. paris quickly got out, ran to michael and hugged his leg. he looked down and i could hear this: paris: daddy i missed yoU!!!! michael scupped up paris and swung her around. michael: i missed you to baby! he put her on his shoulders. wow, he had a nice shoulder structure. it was so... firm and straight. i loved it. he looked up and i looked away pretending to get out of the car getting out zena. i kissed her cheeck and held her. i finally looked at him and had on a huge smile. me: (in my head) act normal act normal act normal!!! he held out his hand, i took it and we shook hands for a while. me: hi! wow, haha, i dint know it was michael jackson. michael blushed. michael: well, i just wanna say, thank you so much for not screaming, i realy appriciate that. i can tell we will be great friends like the little ones. he giggled. i think the words little ones was cute to him. i smiled. me: im a big fan, and i know you just want a real friend and to be treated well. dont worry, i wont scream in your face. i smiled and so did he. we both put down the little ones and they ran inside the house. i watched them go. then me and michael turned to eachother at the same time. i looked up me: your home is so beautiful michael: thank you me: well, i should go now.. bye! ill be back arond 6? michael: wait.. do you wanna stay? me: well... i guess it wouldnt hurt. he smiled. michael: well, shamone we got a lot of touring! he said and giggles and so did i. we walked inside the house and it took 30 mins to just tour! we ran into the girls and i think zena was a little over-welmed. i just laughed and greeted them. michael last showed my his room. then we got out and went to the garden. we sat down on a beautiful bench and michael had his butler get some lemonade because it was a hot day. he looked over at me i looked at him. we both smiled and laughed. me: haha, is it just me or do we do the same things all the time? michael: well, i dont think its you. i finally smiled showing his teeth. michael: so, whats your job? me: oh me? i work at a bakery. i just love to bake, i remember growing up baking a lot. when i said growing up he sorta got sad me: michael, i know, im sorry, i should have not said growing up. michael: its fine.. anyways, thats grate! a baker! you must make very tasty stuff! me: yep, its fun to, and haha, i know what you do already. he smiled. the maid came back with our lemonade. i was so thirsty i drank half of the glass. michael had a small sip. when i drank it i left a lipstick mark on the cup. but i didnt notice, michael did. he just looked at it for a while, just with an emotionless face. i finally looked down me: oh! im sorry! michael looked up michael: huh? oh! thats fine i took out a cloth and wiped it off. there was a lot, so i took out my purse, found my lipstick and put it on carefully. he looked at my lips a lot. he bit HIS lips. i laughed. me: haha, will you tell me why you always bite your lip? michael blushed michael: well, i guess its just a habbit. i do it all the time when i see a beautiful thing or person. i smiled. the time went by so fast. we talked and talked about things like life, our goals, the children, and michael asked questions like how old are u? or wuts ur fav color? and it was 8 instead of 6. i was late. we walked inside and found the little ones running around. i giggled me: arent you guys tired? they said no me: im sorry zena, we have to leave now, i gave you 2 more hours. zena stopped zena; aw ok... i got into the car said bye to michael with a hug and slowly walked into the car and drove. i drove a few feet until i saw michael come running after my car. i instantly stopped. he came to my window breathing hard and was holding my purse. i rolled down my window michael: you forgot your purse silly! me: oh! thank you so much! we both smiled and he said bye again and walked away. zena feel asleep. we finally got home, i tucked her in and the next day was here.... tbc hey ppl its drew, i know, not a lot of mj stuff, but itll get better! dont forget to vote! PS NO SEX SORRY I JUST CANT DO IT, ITS NASTY AND TRUST ME MJ WASNT THAT KINDA GUY lol :)
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