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True Friends Part 8 :)
Yaay, finished this part too :D Next is "The Perfect Man" :) I just love to write! Lmaoo :P I hope you guyz like it! :D :D ENJOOOY! :) Dedicated to MJsite family, Michael Jackson and my Sissy Spence :) Love you all :) <3 - Vicky! :D **************************************************************** Recape: "Momma, where's Michael?" Miley asked. "What do you mean where is he? We left him here" Momma Katherine answered. "What do you mean you left him? An hour earlier I checked on him and he wasn't there" "What do you mean he wasn't there?" "I don't know..." Miley started panicing. "MARLON, IS MICHAEL UPSTAIRS?" "NO!" Marlon yelled back from upstairs. "Michael..." Miley's voice faded in her head. Continued: ~~*1 hour later*~~ "Did he answer now?" Miley asked again. "No Miles, no answer!" Jermain answered. "Oh my, Oh my! God, I hope he's okay" Miley started crying again. "Where could he go?" Miley kept calling and calling on his cell, but yet no answer at all. What can she do now? Where is Michael? She's very afriad. She's panicing. She doesn't want to lose Michael too. He's her best friend. SLAM! Miley heard the door slam! JOE! The only name that came in her mind was Joe. Joeseph is home, this is a disaster for her. If he knows Michael's gone... He's going to FLIP! "What's going on? Why is everyone like that?" Joe asked with his shrill voice. "Michael..." Momma Katherine said in a soft voice. "What did he do? Where is he?" Joe asked more questions, which made Miley cry more. "Why are you crying? What the hell is going on?" Joe shouted. "Joeseph... He... He's not here" Marlon choked out. He was afraid to confront Joeseph. He's a very well built man, and when he's angry... He loses it! "What do you mean he's not here? Where the hell is that boy? Will someone explain" Joeseph was getting very impatient. "Joeseph, Michael's gone! I don't know where, he isn't answering his cell phone, he's not... Answering any thing. We can't find him..." Miley started crying, "He's gone..." Her voice faded away. "What the hell?" Joeseph shouted pissed and started cursing. Michael was still walking in the streets of California. He was nearly lost, he doesn't know where to go? He's still walking... Walking... And walking... Until he got really tired and sat at a bench in the park. He saw the kids playing with the swings and remembered when he was a young child and he wasn't able to be the kid he was supposed to be. But then he remember when him and Miley would come out at 4 am in the morning and come at the swings and play. Oh, how much he missed Miley. "Is this seat taken?" A sweet voice said. Michael looked at his side and saw a beautiful young girl, who was about his age, standing there. She had beautiful silky brown hair and sparkly brown eyes. Her lips were light pink and she had beautiful blushing cheeks. She was wearing a short faded blue jeans skirt and a black shirt that had "Army" written on it. She had her hair in a clip and a glove in one hand. He looked amazed by how beautiful she looked. He didn't even answer her question. He was lost in a daze. http://images.yodibujo.es/_uploads/_tiny_galerie/20080729/34rbu_h9ctk_i1dwj_84074_demi-lovato5.jpg "Um... Is it?" Repeated the beautiful young girl. Michael snapped out and shook his head, "Um, no, No! You can sit" Michael smiled at her. The young girl sat, "You look familiar, whats your name?" She asked. Michael tried hiding his face, "Michael" "Oh well hello Michael, I'm..." She felt weird around him because he wasn't looking at her. She thought he was trying to avoide her, "Um... Helen" "That's a beautiful name" Michael looked away. "Well um... What's wrong?" Helen asked feeling humiliated. "N-Nothing" Michael was still looking down. "You're looking away and... Um, is something wrong?" "Well... Um... Nothing." He looked at her but still the cap on his face. Helen giggled a little as Michael was trying to look at her while the cap was hiding his eyes "What are you doing?" Michael smiled, "Trying to look at you" "Well, you're doing a very bad job at it" Helen smiled, "Hey you wanna swing a little?" Helen asked him. "Sure" Michael said, he left his bag on the bench and they both went on the swings. "Lets swing at the same time" "I love doing that" Helen giggled. They got on the swings and started swinging together. Michael and Helen were talking, knowing each other more. "How old are you?" Helen asked. "16 of course, don't I look like it?" Michael laughed. "Dude you're hiding under a cap, how am I supposed to know?" Helen laughed at him. "You're 16 too?" Michael smiled at her. "Yup" "What's you're favourite colour?" Michael asked. "I LOVE RED!" She screamed. "Woow, red is my favourite too" "Yaay, we have them in common" Michael got off his swing when Helen closed her eyes. He came behind her and started pushing her. Helen opened her eyes and looked back. "Michael?" She asked. "Yeah, I'm the one pushing you" Michael smiled. "Thank you" She smiled at him. He was looking at her with her hair flying. She looked like an angel to Michael. Her brown eyes sparkling as the sun is hiting them. He was mezmorized by her looks, that he can't hear her calling him. "MICHAEL!" Helen shouted. Michael snapped out and when he looked the swing hit him and he fell on the ground and his cap flew. To be continued... **************************************************************** Yaay, finish for now. I know its so darn short lol, but I needed a hang out in the thingy! Or whatever that is lol. Anyhow, I was listenin to "Battlefield" by Jordin Sparks and watching "They don't care about us" in Munich on Utube! :P Hhahahah, ma inspiration came from them two xD Love you guyz, BYE! :)
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