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Competing For Love Part 3
Hey, everyone. This is part 3 of my newest story. Dedicated to Michael everytime and MJSite. The finale, the last day. Its just down to Pamela and myself. I really have to step up my game if I wanna catch Michael's heart in the end. The morning of the last day, I rolled out of the bed and tried to walk to the bathroom, but it wasn't happening. I sat on the bed and rubbed my arm. That made it worst! I couldn't move the whole left side of my body, and I couldn't feel my left arm. I moved my right arm and I was perfectly fine. All I could do was lay there and cry. I felt so helpless. I heard Michael and Marlon call us downstairs, but I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. Pamela:Im here! Marlon:Where's Maryse? Pamela:Why should I care? Michael:I'll go get her. I just laid there, crying, holding my arm. I felt so paralyzed. I know this is happening cause I fell on my shoulder yesterday. When Michael walked in my room (there were no bedroom doors) being the concerned, caring person that he is, he ran to my bed and knelt down in front of me. Michael:Ryse, what's wrong? Are you ok? Me:(cries)No, my body. Michael:What about it? Me:I can't feel anything. Michael:Marlon!! Marlon:(runs in my room)What happened? Michael:Call 911 now! Me:Michael, Im scared. Michael:(moves my hair out of my face)Don't worry, its gonna be ok. I promise. Pamela:(quietly by the door)You've gotta be kidding me. To me, it felt like 8 centuries before the ambulance got here. Michael carried me bridal style downstairs, and the paramedics put me on the stretcher, into the ambulance. Michael was holding my hand the whole way there. When I arrived at the hospital, the immediately put me on IV drip, which was filled with Anesthesia. I was knocked out. I woke up later that afternoon with my left arm in a sling, and bandages wrapped around my torso. The doctor came in and took a clip board from the end of the bed. Dr. Resse. Dr. Resse:How are you feeling, Miss Pacino? Me:Better. What happened? Dr. Resse:You had a fractured shoulder, and a torn muscle in your hip. Me:Ouch! When can I leave? Dr. Resse:Maybe in 3 days. Just to make sure your scar heals properly. Me:You cut me open? Dr. Resse:To intact the muscle in your hip and to fix your shoulder. What were you doing to cause this injury? Me:I went horse back riding and fell off. Dr. Resse:You'd be suprised how often that happens. Me:Where did Michael go? Dr. Resse:He just left a few minutes ago. He was causing a crowd and had to leave. Me:(looks down)Ok. Dr. Resse:(beeper goes off)Excuse me. (leaves) Forget this, Im outta here. Im not wasting another minute here. Im gonna still try and win my Michael. I hope its not too late though. I pulled the needles out of my arms, got up and left the hospital without saying a word to anybody. I grabbed a cab and went to Michael. I arrived at the mansion and slowly walked through the front door. My body still hurts alittle and it hurts to walk. I called Michael's name and I didn't get a reply. I even called Pamela's name and again, didn't get a reply. I was too late. Me:Crap! *5 months later* The Reunion! I was sitting in my seat with the other girls behind me, waiting for the reunion to start. Since I was in the bottom two, I sat in the front. Luckily, my arm and the scar on my hip healed properly a few days ago. So, I looked like this. http://img.costumecraze.com/images/vendors/rubies/889096-Deluxe-Sexy-Adult-Rock-A-Billy-Costume-large.jpg Some people might disagree with me wearing this, but you can go suck it. I don't care. I like this outfit for some wierd reason I don't know. Since Pamela "won" she had to stay backstage. I totally hate her with every inch in my Italian/French body. She basically got the last laugh and that pisses me off! Lala:What up everybody? Im your host Lala, and welcome to the reunion of Michael Jackson's Moonwalking For Love. (I know its not the title, but it wouldn't fit so I changed it) Everybody:(cheers and screams) Lala:Now we all know Michael is a very private person, but he decided to go public and look for love. Do you think he found it? Some people:(booing)No! Lala:(giggles)Well, lets meet the ladies that didn't quite catch his heart. She started saying our names one by one and suprisingly when my name got called, everybody cheered. It suprised me cause I thought no one would like me. I guess they only liked Christine, Yvette, Beth, and myself. The other girls were pretty much bitches, and they knew it. As time past, almost every went on the stage and talked with Lala. Honestly, I was actually getting bored until it was my turn. Lala:She probably could've won if she didn't get injured, but she's here and ready. Maryse come here. Me:(walks down and hugs her)Hey, Lala. How are you? Lala:Im fine. The question is how are you? We all saw what happened. Me:(sits down)I healed a couple of days ago so Im better. Lala:Great. The biggest shocker of the show was probably when we found out your dad was Al Pacino. Did you use that as an advantage? Me:No, not at all. Maybe if one of the girls messed with me, but besides that, I never did. Lala:How are your feelings towards Michael? Me:Im ok with him. It did hurt like hell when I found out it was done cause I was kinda falling in love with him, but its ok. We're cool. Lala:We know your relationship with Pamela is a hate/hate one, so what are your opinions about her "winning"? Me:I think if she wasn't giving Michael a blow job every night, she would've been long gone. And I think someone agrees with me. Beth:I do. I totally agree. Lucie:Me too. Me:(points to them)Thank you! Lala:Wow! Strong opinions. Oh, don't you have good news? Me:(smiles)I do. I moved out of ex's house and got a place in Santa Monica! Lala:Well, congrats. Me:Thanks. Lala:You can go back to your seat now. Me:(gets up)Kk. Lala:Now its time to meet the one who did "win" Michael's heart. Pamela come out here. Pamela:(comes out) Gosh, look at her! She looks like a stripper right out a club. Doesn't she have respect for herself? She looks like this. http://images03.olx.org.uk/ui/2/90/17/31678317_1.jpg See what I mean!? straight stripper! I can't stand her! Neither can the audience. Everyone:(boos) Pamela:(sits down)I wasn't expecting boos. Lala:Apparently they don't like you. Pamela:I don't really care. Jealous bitches. Carmen:I ain't jealous of a fake ass bitch. Pamela:Whatever! You just mad you didn't win. Carmen:You didn't neither. Pamela:Yes, I did. Me:Keep thinking that. Pamela:You got something to say? Me:Yeah, I do. If I stayed, you would've been gone bitch! Pamela:(flips her hair)I would've won anyway. Me:(takes off my earrings)You wanna go? C'mon lets go! Pamela:(rolls her eyes)You're such an Italian ghetto wanna-be. Me:(takes off my shoes)This Italian ghetto wanna-be about to kick your ass! I ran down towards her and she got up like she was gonna actually fight me. But before I could get to her, these 2 bodyguards came out of nowhere and grabbed me. They tried to hold me back, but I wasn't their only problem. All of a sudden, Carmen, Shante, and Traci ran down towards Pamela. They all had problems with her too. She's a true trouble making bitch! Probably 7 bodyguards were holding us back. One bodyguard literally picked me up off my feet like I was weightless, and forced me to sit in my seat. It was crazy! 4 of us was willing to kick Pamela's ass. Eventually, I pulled myself together and calmed down. And so did Shante, Carmen, and Traci. Lala:Ok, lets calm down. Pamela:(fixes her hair)I am too good for this. Lala:Pam, how about you go backstage and wait a while? Pamela:(gets up)Sure. (leaves) Lala:Now, he doesn't even need an introduction. So, without further ado, give it up for Michael Jackson! As soon as Michael came out, my heart dropped. He looks absolutely beautiful! Wouldn't you agree? This is what he looked like. http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q-hKKJsMwvc/SkWh-FvmbXI/AAAAAAAACpk/qT0DhKEtPPc/s400/FP_3197504_ANG_Jackson_Archive_062509.jpg Pure sexiness! I swear I almost melted in my chair. He looked at us, and when he looked at me, he winked. Im about to lose control! He hugged Lala and sat down. Lala:Michael, how are you? Michael:(smiles)Im great! Lala:Good. Now, when was the last time you saw any of these girls? Michael:(looks at us)Maybe, I think, 5 months since the show. But I talked to Maryse a couple of weeks ago. Lala:(looks at me)Would you like to come sit by Michael? Me:(goes down)Sure, why not? Michael:(hugs me)Hey, you look great! Me:So do you. Michael:(sits down)Look at you! Me:(blushes)Stop, you're too much. Lala:Michael, are you upset about how things ended? Michael:I kinda am, but she was injured and we had to end it that way. That wasn't suppose to happen though. Me:That sucks. Lala:When was the last time you talked to each other? Me:3 weeks ago. On his twitter page. Lala:You be on twitter, Mike? Michael:Not often, but sometimes. Im new to it. Lala:How are you and Pamela? Michael:(looks down)Ok, I guess. I've texted her before we came here. Lala:Wanna see her? Michael:Sure. Lala:Pam! Pamela:(comes out)Michael! (kisses him) Awkward moment. They're there, kissing. Im here, sitting. I think I should go back to my seat. This is their moment, not mines anymore. I stood up to go back, but as Michael was sitting down, he grabbed my hand. I had to stay now. And I saw Pamela roll her eyes when I did. Michael:Look at what you're wearing. Pamela:Its hot, right? Michael:Its-its...Something. Pamela:Gosh, I missed you. Michael:Missed you too. Lala:Aww, look at you two. Pamela:(smiles)We're so cute together! Lala:How does it feel to see Michael for the first time in 5 months? Pamela:Its great. (looks at Michael)You look so sexy. Michael:(blushes)Stop it. Lala:Does it feel weird to be sitting with Maryse? Pamela:No, I don't care where she is. Lala:Maryse, is there something you wanna tell Michael about Pam. Me:My opinions are, if she wasn't giving you a BJ, she would've never made it through the 6th day. Michael:What? Are you serious? Me:Still its my opinions, but I've seen her go in your room almost every night, and leave 16 minutes later. Michael:So, that doesn't mean anything. Me:You're not quiet in the bed. I had to find that out the weird way. Michael:(blushes and puts his head down)Oh, God! Lala:Is it true? Pamela:Im gonna answer that. Yes, its true. We fucked too. I don't care. Me:(shakes my head)Straight slut. Pamela:You just mad. Don't be jealous. Me:Jealous? On what? You can't go in the heat or you'll melt. I ain't jealous. Pamela:You wanna be me. Look at you. Me:(smiles)I know, look at me. Pamela:You copying my style and everything. You wanna be me. Me:Bitch, this look is mine! I own my shit! Before I knew it, she sucker-punched me in my nose. Hit me anywhere you want, but don't you dare touch my face. She tried to hit be again, but I literally jumped on her and started punching and slapping her face. I punched her to the left, and slapped her to the right. All that built up anger after 3 insane months with her, finally came out. I felt someone pull me off of her and when I looked up, it was Michael. I just totally embarrased myself in front of Michael. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me off her, and held me back. All of a sudden, Michael put his hand on the side of my face and his other arm around my waist, and kissed me. THIS IS THE CRAZIEST NIGHT EVER!! Michael was actually kissing me through this whole insanity! He pulled away, grabbed my hand and we left the set, studio, and went outside to his limo. To Be Continued........ *Its All For Love, L.O.V.E*
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