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Baby be Mine 4
Sorry this took forever!! The stupid server crashed and I had to get a new computer... Um, I really hope you like these stories... Enjoy:~) Crap, Im gonna be late. Michael: Ok, what? Me: Bob, you told me to look for him at 1:00. It's now (Looks at watch) 12:56. I'm dead meat! Michael: Oh! Erm, I have to go...(Runs up the stairs and closes the two big doors) Me: Thanks for the help! I stumbled down the stairs and thru the doors of the main house. As I staggered across the grass, some of the boys started whisling and shouting at something. I looked over at them,annoyed, and said: Me: Exuse me but, have you seen a guy with a red hoodie? Possibly sunglasses? Dude#1: Aw, your someone's lady? Me: Um, no. He's my friend and have you seen him? Dude#1: Pretty baby, I haven't seen him. But, I would like to see you. Me: What would you like to see me for? Dudes behind dude1:(Laugh) Dude#1: I want you. Me: Thats nice (WEIRD) Um, I gotta go...(Walks off) The guy started to follow me. I ran into the ladies bathroom and saw Stacy. I locked the door and walked over to her. I saw that some of her eye makeup was on her cheeks... Tears.. Me: Stacy, what's wrong? Stacy: Nothing, (Twisting away from me) go away. Me: Stacy, I want to help. What the matter? You can trust me. Stacy: Well, when you and Mike went into that room together Moni thought that you two were getting together. When we went in here, Moni started to bad mouth you. I defended you and she told me off... Am I ugly? Me: (Comeing over and hugging her) Stacy, no. Your not ugly. Of anyone here has to complain, it's me... God, I'm ugly but, you, no. Your perfect just the way you are. Stacy: (Giggles) Thanks... Sooo,(Looking at my Too-Short-Dress-Thing) If he gave you that, did he try to?... You know... Me: What try to suffocate me with this skin tight thing? Yes. Stacy: No! Did he try to seduce you? Me: Seduce? What does that mean? Stacy: Girl, you gots a lot to le- (The door gets knowed on) Me: I'll get that. (Walks over to the bathroom door and unlocks it. I peek outside and there's stupid.) Stacy: Who is it? Me: No one... Just a (Raising my voice so he can here) DUMMY WHO WONT GO AWAY! Stacy: WHY ARE YOU YELLING?! Me: Lets go outside..(Grabing her arm) Stacy: Ok? When we walked out, Dummy was there with a scary smile. He looked at me then looked at Stacy. We looked at each other and I noticed that the maid outfit is soposed to be at your knee not your Mid thigh. Dummy: Well well well, it looks like I have Sexy1 and Sexy2. Me: Just go away. We don't like you. Dummy: Aw, don't play like that. Stacy: Um, I'm gonna go...(Takes off her heels and ran for it) Me: (Muttering) Thanks a lot. Dummy: Ok, so, how bout we get in a closet and do it? Me: No thanks.(Trying to leave but, he getting in the way) Dummy: Ok, I'll settle for a stale. Or the wall. He charged at me and pushed me against the wall. He began trying to kiss me but, I pressed my lips in a hard line. He grabed my butt and gave it a hard squez. I squealed, and he took it the wrong way. His hands found the zipper on the back of my dress and started to pull that down. I screamed, hoping that someone could hear me. The little pink house was kinda far from everything else. He grabed my wrists and put them above my head. With one hand he held my wrists in place and with the other he continued to unzip my dress. He gave up on my mouth and began kissing my neck and collarbone. I fought against it and wiggled and wobbled around. I actually kicked his nuts, he groaned and looked at me furious. I got scared. He socked my stomach and when I went ouch he told me to be a woman. I got scared. Very,very scared. He once again tried to kiss me but, I refused. He socked my stomach and when I opened my mouth he rushed to put his tongue in. I spit it right out. GROSS!!! Be tried to sock me again but, he go stoped. Actually he got tackled. By who? I looked to see a guy punching the crap out of him. It was Bob! Dummy hit Bobs cheek and his sunglasses came off. The eyes of... Michael Jackson. Bob yelled out of pain, and I rushed to his side. Dummy was on his feet and ran away. I got on my knees and sat down on my feet. I lifted his head carefully and placed it on my lap. I put one of my hands on his face and caressed his cheek with my fingers. He looked up at me with a expression I couldn't read. Me: Thank you. Bob: (His voice was rough and shaky) Your welcome. There really was nothing more to be said, I slowly reached for his hoodie and took the hood part off. He was wearing a hair net? I took that off too and his black curls fell out. And that's when I saw his face, it wasn't Bob, It was Michael.
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