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Keep Me Close {5}

Thx for the votes on the last part! Here's part 5. Dedicated to everyone on MJSite and Michael Jackson!
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I looked down and see Michael on the ground clutching his...ahem...well you know.

MJ: *groans*

Me: Oh jeez, Mike I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to kick you in your..."area."

MJ: Why did you kick me?

Me: Because you were tickling me. I told you to stop.

MJ: Did you really have to kick me though?

Me: Well, it was just my reflexes. At least I know they work.

MJ: *glares*

Me: Sheesh, I said I was sorry. This is technically your fault.

MJ: How is this my fault?!

Me: You're the one who tickled me.

MJ: And you're the one who wouldn't smile.

Me: TouchÃ©.

MJ: So, are you gonna help me up or are you gonna just stand there talking French?

Me: Au moins je peux me tenir sans douleur. (translation: At least I can stand without pain.)

MJ: You know I can understand you right?

Me: Yeah I do. Why do you think I said it?

MJ: I thought so...wait...hey!

Me: *laughs* Do you want help up or not, Monkeybutt?

MJ: Monkeybutt? Now your comparing me to a monkey's butt? *offended*

Me: I've always seen you like that, Mike.

MJ: *glares* Just help me up.

Me: Fine *grabs his hand* Gosh, Mike, how much do you weigh? *trys pulling him up*

MJ: Probably less than you *mutters*

Me: What was that?

MJ: Nothing *smiles*

Me: Mhm, I thought so.

I finally get Michael up but we both lose our balance and fall down. Our position looks a little dirty. He's in between my legs and my hands are on his chest.
Our lips are inches away from each others.

Me: Um...I think we should...

I'm cut off by Michael's lips on mine. Seconds later he pulls away and gets up quickly.

MJ: I'm very sorry, Miranda. I didn't mean to kiss you.

He walks out of the room, leaving me there shocked and confused. 'What just happend?'
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TBC...Hopefully you guys think this story is getting better. :) Next part if I get 10+ in this one.

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