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Love Magnets Part 3

**I'd like to give shout outs to Kelly, Maria, Breyonna, Caitlyn, Lilly, Airriel, Mimi, Lexi and all the great writers. Thank you for reading my story! I appreciate it greatly. This is dedicated to Michael.**

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So I leave the studio, and after I leave, Ted can tell the Michael obviously liked me. I get in my car and drive home, but hit some bad traffic. Then when I finally got home, what I saw just sent me over the edge.

(I open the door)
Me: *thinking to myself* What the f--?!
(I look around the house and it looks like a tornado hit it. I see bottles everywhere.)
Me: Derek!! Derek!!
(I walk up to the sofa and hit Derek on the arm)
Me: Derek!! Wake the f-- up right now!
(I hit him on the arm again then he starts moving)
Me: What the hell did you do my house?!
Derek: Wait, what?
Me: Look at this place!!
(Derek sits up)
Derek: I-I, well umm...
(I look in the corner of the sofa and see something that's red and lacy sticking out and pull it out to discover its a red G-string)
Me: *holding it up* What is this?
(Derek looks down)
Me: What...is...this?
(Derek says nothing)
Me: *fighting tears* You know what...
(I shake my head)
Me: Get out. I want you out now.
Derek: Get out?
Me: Yes. Get your drunk, cheating ass out. I'm sick of you and all your bull shit. Get out.
(I point to the door)
Derek: Wait a minute, can't we talk about--
Me: No. We have nothing to discuss. This *I hold up the underwear* says it all.
Derek: Wait, baby please, I can explain.
(I look at him waiting for an explanation, but he says nothing)
Me: Well?
(He opens his mouth as if he is about to say something, but nothing comes out)
Me: I don't care where you go, but I want you to get the f-- out my house.
(I throw his clothes that were on the floor at him)
Me: Get out!!
(I storm to my bedroom and slam the door. But then open the door)
Me: And take your sh-- with you!
(I throw some of his clothes out the room)

So I go to bed that night extremely furious. I was so upset, I almost completely forgot the fun time I had with Michael and Ted in the studio. I wake up the next morning and surprisingly find the house cleaner. I walk out to the living room and see Derek passed out on the sofa with yellow rubber gloves on and a bucket of water near him. It looked like he had been cleaning all night. I didn't even bother to wake him up, I just got ready for work and left.

Camille: Hey, you haven't talked much today.
Me: Yeah.
Camille: What's wrong?
Me: I really don't wanna talk about it. 
(she stares at me as if waiting for me to say something, but then looks away)

I go home that day, and find a letter sitting on the kitchen counter. It reads:

Baby, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the things I have been putting you through these past few weeks. I know I haven't been giving you the love you deserve, and I can now understand your frustration with me. What I did was stupid and wrong, but I had no intentions on hurting you. I still care for you and love you more than anything. Please give me second chance. Please. I promise you I will change for the better and be all the man you deserve.

Love, Derek

(I stare at the letter for a few seconds, and hear the front door open. Then see Derek coming through the kitchen door with a big bouquet of pink tulips in his hand.)
Derek: Listen, I know you're tired of hearing me say sorry, and I'm tired of hearing myself say it.
Me: Yes...
Derek: But I want you to know I love you more than anything, and I'm going to start stepping up and showing it. I promise you. Just please give me a chance.
(He hands me the flowers)
Me: Derek...
(I put the bouquet down)
Me: I don't know how to tell you this. But... I meant what I said.
(Derek looks puzzled)
Me: I understand what you're saying, but we've been through this too many times. I can't take it anymore.
Derek: Please...
Me: I'm sorry, but *fighting tears* I can't do this anymore.
(Derek nods his head and walks out the front door)

So now its been about a week. I've been very depressed and not myself. Derek has been sending me cards and letters asking me to take him back, but we've been through this so many times, I can't take it anymore. Everybody in the office, could tell what was going on, but didn't ask me about it. Camille however, was not gonna rest until I talked to her about it. I had been so down, I still hadn't told her-- or anybody, about Michael.

Camille: When you decide you wanna talk, call me.
Me: I know, I know. See you later.
Camille: Bye.

(She leaves the office. I'm still here working overtime, using my work as a distraction from my messed up love life. 10 minutes after she left, my desk phone rings.)
Me: Teddy Riley Productions.
Ted: Hey Tanya, how you been?
Me: I'm okay I guess. What's up?
Ted: Okay?
Me: I'll be fine, really.
Ted: You sure?
Me: Yes. Now what's up?
Ted: Oh man, well once again I left a folder I need, in my office.
Me: *giggles* Oh my goodness Ted...
Ted: Can you look in the last drawer and get a folder that says, "Jackson, M"
Me: And bring it to the studio?
Ted: Yes, studio D again. Please.
Me: Okay, I'll be there in a few.
Ted: Thank you. Bye.

(I get the folder and head over to the studio. I go to studio D and this time find just Michael in the control room alone. It seemed like he was the only one there. I noticed today, Michael was a little more dressed up than last time I saw him.)

Me: *startled* Michael! Hey.
Michael: Hey Tanya.
(He gets up and give me a hug)
Me: What's up?
Michael: Just editing some things.
Me: Cool. Have you seen Ted?
Michael: Yeah, he uhhâ?¦
(he thinks for a few seconds)
Michael: He went to the restroom.
Me: Oh well, can you tell him I dropped this off?
Michael: Yeah I will.
Me: Ok thank you, bye Michael.
(I put the folder in a chair and turn to leave)
Michael: Wait!
(I turn back around)
Michael: Don't leave yet!
Me: Umm... why not?
Michael: You don't mind talking do you?
Me: *smiles* No, not at all.
(I sit down)
Michael: So... how are you?
Me: Mmm, I'm good. *forcing a smile* You?
Michael: Great.
Me: Thatâ??s good.
(I stare off to space)
Michael: Are you ok?
(I remain silent)
Michael: If thereâ??s anything wrong, you can talk about it with me. Itâ??s fine. 
(I remain silent and look at him)
Michael: Really. Please tell me. Iâ??ll understand.
Me: *sigh*
(Michael slides his chair close to mine)
Me: I--I donâ??t wanna bring you down with my problemsâ?¦
Michael: Tanya, its fine.
(I pause for a moment)
Me: Listen, Iâ??ve gotta go. Tell Ted I came by, okay?
(I abruptly get out my chair)
Me: Bye Michael.
(I rush out the studio)
Michael: Wait Tanya!

TO BE CONTINUED....

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