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Taken for Granted (Part 22)
Hey guys!! Its been a while since i wrote last but ive been busy all weekend and i was waiting until i got 15 votes. Sorry ive taken so long but im gonna get back on track. Id like to dedicate this part to mjsite and Michael Jackson. ENJOY!!! ----------------------------------------------------------------- My mouth was dropped and my eyes were as big as dinner plates. This couldnt be real. Steve killed Ann. And it wasnt an accident what-so-ever. It was on purpose. Which means he committed the biggest crime of all. Murder. Steve: Surprised huh? I didnt answer him. I was too hurt to reply. Steve: Her sister must of told you what happened. In HER point of view of course. She told you that it was "a car accident." It sure had a car in the story. But it sure as hell wasnt an accident! Tears were rolling down my cheeks when he said that. I couldnt BELIEVE him. Pain was soon turning into fury. Me: *angry* You killed my best friend. Steve: Did i? Hell no. The gun killed her. Me: Enough with the kidding around, Steve. This isnt a practical joke. You committed a crime. Steve: I served my time didnt i? 2 years in jail. And i got out almost a year ago for parole. Me: You stayed in there for too short of a time, Steve. How could you get out so soon! Steve: Its not like i went on a killing spree. It was one person. And i was probably doing the world a favor when i killed her. When he said that i just wanted to kill him, like he did to Ann. Me: No wonder i broke up with you. You are the most EVIL person i know. Why would Michael hire YOU in the first place? Steve: Thats where the story REALLY begins, Harper. You see, when i was released for parole, i immediately went back to work. When i went back to the airlines, they fired me cuz of what happened with the "car accident" and cuz i took too long of a "vacation." So i went job searching again. When i went to L.A. back in June i went to an interview for the one and only Michael Jackson. He asked me all sorts of questions. About how i work, what my hobbies are, and most importantly, my life. All the questions about my life i answered with lies. All of them. Cuz i knew he wouldnt hire me if he knew that i was in jail. We got along great, he was a very charming guy. Real down-to-earth. He told me everything about himself too. Where he grew up, his days in the Jackson 5. And how he was dating a BEAUTIFUL girl that he couldnt live without. You DO know who im talking about right Harp? I couldnt listen to this son-of-a-bitch any more. Where was Michael when i needed him? Steve: I asked who she was and he told me the name instantly. "Harper Jones," he said. "She's absolutely wonderful, a real joy to be around." When he said that name an idea hit me. He gave me the job and i flew him everywhere around the world this entire time. He always trusted me with protecting his bags. "Don't lay your eyes off these bags, alright, Moore?" he told me. "You can count on me, sir," i answered him in reply. When he was doing the concerts, in the bags were loads of everything you could ever dream of. Jewelry, antiques, and the mother load of all, money. He told me not to let my sight off of the bags so i did exactly what he wanted me to do. I took a few things from each bag as my pay. Didnt take my eyes off of them. I figured that i could retire early and live the rest of my life as a king! Not doing work in my 40s, 50s, 60s and beyond! I could live in the life of your hubby Michael. And get away with it too. Me: Youre a thief. Steve: *paces* Lets not do the name and blame game here. Your little boyfriend could be right in the ailes listening to everything that youre saying. Me: Youd be the one getting in trouble if he heard you! Youre telling me that you steal from Michael. I can tell him right now if i wanted to! Steve: Dont even try, babe. Youd just get yourself into a hell of a lot of trouble. Me: Why? Steve: Because Michael told me, cuz he trusts me, that he gave up his virginity to you. I can easily use that against him. Me: So what! Everyone is a virgin at some point! Steve: And he got you pregnant before you two ever got married. I can easily tell the world that. Me: *pauses* You wouldnt. Steve: If i can kill someone, dont you think that its possible that i can ruin someone's reputation too? Trust me. I would. That made me think about all the dangers Michael's life would be turning into. But i have to let him know somehow. *processing* Got it. Me: This conversation never happened. Steve: Thats the right choice to make, my dear. Me: Dont call me dear. Im not yours. I belong to Michael. And just because we never talked about this, doesnt mean that i still hate you. Steve: As do i. Me: You hate yourself? Thats really pathetic. Steve: I was talking about how i hate you! Duh! Me: Sure you were. I left the cockpit and went to find Michael. I might have won the battle, but there is still a war left to do. I exit the plane and find Michael outside of the airport sitting on the stairs leading inside the airport. He looked like this: http://www.reflectionsonthedance.com/badera563.jpg Michael: There you are! You were taking a while so i had the body guards take my bags to the limo. Me: Its ok. Michael: You mustve been enjoying talking to Steve. Ive been telling him all about you! Me: *mumbles* Yeah a little bit too much. Michael: Whatdya say? Me: Nothing. Michael: What were you guys talking about? Me: Um i'll tell you when we get home. Michael: What ever you say. We start walking to the car and there were paparazzi and fans every where. To think, Michael goes through this every day of his life. We go inside of the limo and we immediately start chatting up. We totally missed each other. Michael: So how far are you? Me: Am i what? Michael: Into your pregnancy. *pause and smiles* With...our baby. Me: Im not sure. I havent seen a doctor yet. Michael: You havent! Why not? Me: Cuz i wanted you to come home first. Cuz i want you to come to the doctor's appointments with me. Michael: Really! Me: Yes really! I mean you are the father of the baby! Michael: All right. So you have no idea what the gender is either right? Me: Right. For now the baby is a "she-male." We laugh and then Michael kisses me. I've missed theses lips of his against mine. They tasted just as sweet. I guess that i have a sweet tooth for his love. ---------------------------------------------------------------- What did you think! BTW the very last line was a lyric from the Jackson 5 song "Sugar Daddy" which is a great song also. I hope you liked it. Even though it was a little bit boring in some parts. PLZ VOTE id like 15 at the tiniest! BYE!!!
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