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Baby be Mine 7
Hi, um... Please, I would like some feed back, like things that could make this story better. Um, I hope you guys are jigie (lol, what?) with this story. Michael saw what happened to his trophies and walls and all his other stuff. He went banana sandwich on us: Michael: What the fuck did this whore do to my house? I never should have let strangers into my home! That mother fucking bitch! If I ever see that sad little mug of his, I beat the shit out of him! He is a mother fucking hoe ass whore with no life!!!! Me and Stacy kept back because he was mad, and damn! What a colorful vocabulary. He turned around and saw the look on our faces and cooled it. Michael: (Embarrised) Um, sorry. Me: (Throws head back and laughs) Michael: Whats so funny? Me: ( Talking inbetween laughs) Y-You... Went.... Totally... C-crazy!! Michael: (Looking at Stacy) Do you see what's so funny? Stacy: (Dazed that he's looking at her) U-ummmm... No? Me: (Calming down) Ok, sorry about that. Want to call the cops? Michael: No. The press will be all over this one. Um, let's see all that he took. We looked around and found that where is Grammies and other awards were, only on was left. And it was a small wooden trophie that says "Gary's amiture night's first place winner!". Michael went up stairs, I taged along. Stacy stayed were she was and looked around some more. He went thru some closet and closed the door. I knocked on the door and he said: Michael: Go away. Me: Michael, it's Grace. Um, can I come in? Michael: (Unlocks door) Sure, whatever. Me: Thanks (Walks in, and notices a smaller silver door.) Michael? What that? Michael: That is my secret doorway to my room. Wanna see it? Me: Sure! Michael twirls this bar and the door opened. He got down on his hands and knees and crawled thru. I did the same. His room was huge! Filled with candy, costumes, pictures of his childhood, and...!! Bubbles?! Me: (Gasp) Bubbles the chimp? Michael: (Laughs) Yeah, wanna hold him? Me: Duh!! Michael: Ok, but he's a bit heavy... (Picking Bubbles up and handing him to me) Here. Me: (In total awe that I'm holding a monkey!) Oh my gosh! Hi Bubbles! Bubbles: (Smiles) Me: (Gasp) You smile? Bubbles: (Smiles and waves) While Im enjoying Bubbles, downstairs Stacy is ivestigating. Stacy: Hmmmm, I wonder....(Touches the wooden trophie and gasps) Wow! This place is awsome!!! ??: Shut up. Stacy: (Turning around) You know what? You don't control me. An- (Muffled scream) ??: Haha! You will do just fine. (Running off with Stacy in a bag) Upstairs, Michael decides to break out Mucles, his snake. He startled me by putting the thing over my shoulders. Me: (Jumps and let's out a small scream) Michael: (Laughs at my reaction.) Me: (Puts down Bubbles and holds Muscles) Awww, he's a cute snake! Michael: No he's not. He's a beast who can kill you in one choke hold! Me: No, he's a cutie (Kissing the top of the snakes head and cuddling the thing to my chest) See? He's a cutie. Michael: Whatever. (Goes and sits down on his bed and pouts) Me: (Puts Muscles back in his huge cage and sits by Mike.) Whats wrong? Michael: You kissed my snake. Me: Oh, sorry if that bothered you. I love snakes, especially cutie ones. Like muscles. Michael: Soooo... If I was a snake would you kiss me too? Me: I guess. I don't know what you'd look like if you were a snake. Michael: Pretend I'm a snake. What would you do? And that's when my womeness kicked in. They told me that he digs me and wants to kiss. But, my kid side screamed at me 'NO!'. I leaned in and said: Me: (Whispering) This is what I'd do... I kissed him, his sweet, soft, warm, perfect lips for an instant. That was my first kiss. Sigh.
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