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SMILE part 8
The boys are sitting in the loungeroom with Michael's dad Joe. MJ: Hey guys. This is my friend Mariah. Mariah, these are my brothers Jackie, Jermaine, Marlon, Randy, Tito and my father Joeseph. Me: Hey. Nice to meet you all. I love your music. Tito: Oooh is this the FAMOUS Mariah Jade Smyth? Me: (nervous/embarassed laugh) What? Tito: Michael goes on about you all the time. (imitating Mike's voice) "Mariah is so sexy. She has the best brown eyes. Mariah- (Michael tackles him to the ground) Joe: Mariah, don't mind the boys. I'm Joeseph, their manager. Me: Haha my brothers are like that too. A girl walks in. She looks a bit older than me and she's very pretty. I kinda feel self-concious because she's got a great figure, heaps of make-up on, jewellry, nice clothes, pink nail polish and the best styled hair. Here I am with no make-up, second-hand jewellry and jeans with a t-shirt that reads "My mom bought me this t-shirt". She looks at me and she has the most perfect-shaped almond eyes. But they're not friendly. Actually, they're the opposite. The girl: (disgusted voice) Who's this? Me: I'm Mariah. Who are you? The girl: Well, if you must know, I'm La toya Yvonne Jackson. What are you doing here? Me: (bit shocked with her tone) I'm here for dinner. LT: Who invited you? MJ: La Toya, back off. LT: No Michael, we don't need people like that in here. Me: (defending myself) People like what? LT: You. (struts off) MJ: (makes an annoyed sound) Sorry bout that. She doesn't like any of our girlfriends. Me: Oh...You consider me your girlfriend? MJ: (blushing and biting his bottom lip) I should give you a tour of the house. (starts walking out the room with me) We are walking around and Michael is pointing out all the paintings. Out of nowhere, he holds out his hand and looks away, embarassed probably. I take it and smile to myself. So, we're holding hands as we're walking down the hallway. He isn't talking anymore. I look into a room with the door open and stop in my tracks. Me: Wow. There were hundreds of records and a fancy-looking record player in the middle. It was amazing in there. MJ: This is my favourite room. Me: I can see why. Hey, is that Sammy Davis Jr? OMG, you have James Brown?! MJ: (looking confused) Wait a minute....You like this sort of stuff? Me: (raising an eyebrow) Of course..! MJ: Well come check these out. (puts a record on the player) It was James Brown's I got you (I feel good). The sound filled the room. Michael held his hand out. I took it and we started slow dancing. He was holding my waist and I had my arms around his neck. It was nice and Michael smelled like something in the mix of cinnamon and bubblegum. We kissed. It wasn't unexpected, he slowly leaned in and I got on my tippy-toes. Our lips met and we pulled eachother closer so our bodies were touching. The song finished but we didn't. He kept one hand on my waist and raised the other to hold my back. Before I realised what he was doing, he dipped me backwards. His face was inches from mine. Me: Aaah! (laughing) MJ: Haha. Hey I haven't told anyone yet, but I'm making a new album. Wanna come meet Quincy Jones tomorrow? Me: THE Quincy Jones? The one that produced Off the wall? MJ: Yep. (smiling that cute little smile he does) Me: I'd love to, but I want something though. MJ: What? Me: (kissing him again) Katherine: Kids! Dinnertime! Me: I guess we gotta stop. (sigh,disappointed) MJ: We...don't have to. Me: (getting up) You are so cheeky. To Be Continued Please vote for this part and if there are 10 by tonight, i'll add part 9 tonight 10+ votes to continue Samantha
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