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Do I Know You?....Part 28

Diana looked at me, then Michael, then me again. I felt sorry for her and I instantly got off of Michael. He was shocked and took a step back. She scowled at me and smiled at Michael. She waved and stomped off.

Michael: What's wrong? I thought you wanted the revenge...?
Me: I was harsh. I have to apologise....

I follow after her, but she had left. I raised my eyebrow and shrugged. I walked back to a curious Michael and smile. He smiles back and we hug.

Michael: Let's go home. I'm so tired. 
Me: But you woke up at lunchtime.
Michael: But what time did I go to sleep...? (Winks)

I laugh and we stroll into the limo. Bruce greets us politely and drives us home. Michael leans his head on my shoulder and falls asleep. I lean to the side so he's comfortable and he starts snoring softly. I stroke his forehead and yawn myself.
 
When we get home, I wake Michael up and help him into bed. We fall asleep in eachothers arms.

Things were great for the next few months. Michael was taking a short break from music for a while. He would occassionaly make a public appearance every now and then and I would be quite busy with work. But the papparazi soon became aware we were dating. It was tough trying to get to work without being crowded by nosy cameras and yelling at me. Michael was really worried about it so he hired a couple of bodyguards for me. As I rushed into the usual receptionist room, Rebekah (The fussy, nasty receptionist) was extremely annoyed with me.

Rebekah: Angelina, Michelle wants to speak to you. On another note, you should really stop being yourself around here. Wear a frikkin desguise, for god's sake! (Mumbles) You're only here because you're dating Michael Frikkin Jackson...
Me: (Sarcastically) Thanks for the advice, Bekka.

I slowly walk into Michelle's office and she is puffing on a smoke and doing her hair.

Me: Michelle? You wanted me?
Michelle: Oh, yes Ange! I wanted to speak to you about these papparazi.
Me: I'm really sorry about them.
Michelle: Hmm, yes I know you are. But you need to know this is a rare business that hasn't been foiled by drama yet. I can't sacrifice that for you...(Blah blah blah)
Me: Ouch! 
Michelle: What?
Me: My ribs!
Michelle: Here, take a seat...I'll call an ambulance...!
Me: Umm.....I think it's gone. Phew, that was weird.
Michelle: You sure?
Me: Yeah.

She told me to take my jacket off to keep cool. After I did, Michelle raised an eyebrow and scruitinised me. I cringed from her peering eyes. I was about to argue, when she asked me to stand up straight.

Me: What's the problem, Michelle?
Michelle: Just do it, Ange.

I did and put my hands on my hips in annoyance. She sucked in a deep breath and her eyes popped open. My arms dropped from my sides, as I could tell it was something big.

Michelle: Ange....I think.....You're pregnant...

To Be Continued....Complicated Love
(I think I might copy Kelly's idea with her story and re-start this story with a new name *1987 lovers etc.* It will be called Complicated Love and it will be the same story by the way, just with a new name. Goodnight MJSite!)

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