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Is This Love Before Me Pt. 3
Dedicated to Fahmida, <3 annd Cess (: xx My bestiiee' and wiffeey (: Part 3 ~ Pain gone because he's here ~ We leave her room and go back to our crib, by now it was 9 o clock and I started to un-pack everything. Me: Bunkbed, huh? Michael: Yupp the top one's mine so.. Me: Oh shutup -_- it's mine! Michael: Erm no! I've always stayed there and I always will Me: Why don't you grow up and be a man and let the lady *chuckles* ME have it. Michael: Why don't you? *folds arms* Me: Cause'... I'm still younging... Race ya there. Michael: *gasps* I run for the top bunk surprisingly this is a MUCH bigger bedroom than you think and yet we had to have bunk beds... I look behind as Michael was running with his tongue sticking out and touching his upper lip. I looked straight ahead and pounced for the ladder but that was a wrong move... My leg bashed right into it and hit my knee. Me: OW OW OW OW Can't move ow gonna fall OW. *balancing on one leg* Michael: Oh my God, are you ok? Me: *wimping in pain* ... *tries holding tears back* Michael: Let me take you to the nurse? Me: Noo, I don't need the nurse.. I just needa sit down. Michael: Ok if thats what you want He starts to begin my lifting me up with his arms. Me: Woah! What are you doing? *raises eyebrow* Michael: Helping you sit down. Me: I can do it myself. Michael: *Sigh* No you can't. It's my fault I shoulda just gave you the bed. Me: *Laughs* I can't belive all this for a stinkin' bed which by the way you can have Michael: Well I better because you can't get up there *chuckles* Me: Haha, you're a comedian (!) Michael: Ok look I am truly sorry. You can have the top one, Me: No, I think I wanna stay at the bottom now... Michael: ... *sighs* Girls.. Me: Mhm, Drive boys nuts! it's our job *winks* Michael: *Stares at me* Me: What?! Michael: *Snaps out* DIdn't say nothing. Me: Ugh, good. I sit down on the floor with my bad leg stretched out and open my suitcase. I start putting all my stuff out and stand up and put them into my wardrobe. Michael was just lying down on the bottom bunk.. looking. Me: I thought I had the bottom bunk. Michael: *sigh* I am really confused. Me:... uhm.. you can do that.. Michael: *smiles* Ok. Me: *Limps around room putting stuff into cupborads and drawers* Michael: That's it *gets up* I'm taking you to the nurse. Me: No ! I don't want no drama Michael: Trust me you are ALL drama Me: ... -_- thanks.. (!) Michael: *lifts up trousers* Me: Ugh, this is SO awkward, We hate eachother. Michael: So? Me: So... why you hepling me? Michael: Because.. Maybe I don't hate you? Me: What the hell that supposed to mean? I mean we live on hating eachother Michael: And you say you don't need a nurse? *sighs* I look down to see my swelled up purple knee it looked PRETTY BAD. |: and also hurt alot. Me: So what? Where do I go now? Michael: Come, let's go. We give packing a rest as I head down to the nurse's place with Michael. Nurse: This looks awfully painful, How did you do this? Me: *grins at Michael* Michael: *couldn't help laughing* I'm sorry... Nurse: *smiles* So what happened? Me: I bashed into the ladder for our bunk Nurse: Didn't you see where you were going? Me: No we were.. racing *smiles* Nurse: *Laughs* Well look at that, you're both 16 Me: 15! *grins* Nurse: Ok still! 15 *laughs* and racing? haha, I think we better have an x-ray for this Me: Um.. really? well ok. Michael stayed the whole way through and even though it wasn't a proper hospital there were SOO many students. Me: It's 11 *yawns* You should go back to crib. Michael: Naaa, We're buddies. We stay together Me: *Laughs* This'll be a lllloooongg night, Michael: I know, *sits back* You can sleep on me if you want. Me: SLEEP on YOU!?! Hell that'd be the last thing I'd do.. After 2 hours.. yes it was 1 in the morning we were still waiting, I started to close my eyes.. I looked over to Michael who was still slightly awake. I closed my eyes and layed my head on Michael's chest and went to sleep. 20 Minutes of sleep -_-. Michael: *whisphers* You needa get up now. Our turn Me: *gets up sudden* *Nervously* Mhm.. Michael: haha, couldn't regret sleeping on me could you? Me: Ugh.. I regret. * :| * We go into the x-ray room and finally have my photo taken. Me: ugh not more waiting. Michael: Nope now the photo's will just be checked out, come. I was holding Michael's arm and walking lightly on my bad leg. I couldn't belive this was all happening... Then not to my surprise the window for the room was open and one of the paparazzi came and took a quick shot. The doctor pulls the blinds down and sits me and Michael down. Doctor: *Gazing at photo on computer* Mh... it seems fractured, cracked. Me: *:| * Oh.. Doctor: I'm gonna wrap a bandage around it and give you crutches. Don't put pressure on it and don't bend it until 2 weeks, ok? Me: *small sigh* Ok. Doctor: You two are a couple Me&Michael: NO! uhm.. Michael: No.. *nervous laugh* I;m her buddie, roomate Doctor:..Perfect. You take care of here, Well Cookie, Looks like you've got yourself a slave *winks* Me: *Laughs* My swollen leg gets bandaged and I take my crutches and leave with Michael by the side of me. We go into the lift and all the way to our crib. Michael: *Takes off jacket* *Yawns and stretches* Sorry this hasn't been the best first day. Me: Don't worry about it... it kinda was good. Thanks for being with me all the way through Michael: That's what friends are for. *smiles* Me: Me.. You.. Friends? Michael: *Nods* *Goes behind dresser and changes* Me: Wow.. I wow. Michael came out with no top ! Me: Er... your missing your top Michael: I sleep top-less. Me: Good to know... Michael: *laughs* I go into the dressing room and struggle to put on my PJ bottoms, Michael: You need help? Me: Shut up and don't bother... I put on my bottoms after 10 minutes and come out. Michael: Took you long enough Me: ... Takes me that long naturally! I put my crutches on the side and go on the bed and lye down. Michael: *Jumps off top bunk* Me: what's wrong now? Michael: You don't think we gonna go to sleep with the light on do ya? Me: NO! *nervously* Don't turn the light off *sits up* Michael: Wow ! ok calm down, lye back down don't hurrt yourself. Me: just don't please? Michael: uhm.. ok. *climbs back on top* But can I ask why? Me: *replies back wuickly* no, Michael: Ok.. so from now on I gotta get used to sleeping with the llight on? Me: Yeah.. Michael: Seriously? So.. You sleep ALL night with it on? Me: No.. usually Gary turns it off. *sighs* I miss home Michael: I know the feeling... I did once but then you get used to it Me: I just feel I don't belong here, I'm not the school person. Michael: Don't worry, I thought I wasn't either. Me: So who satyed here before me? Michael: Beyonce. She got moved down though Me: Ohh why?! Michael: Cause' you came! Ranked in fame, remember? Me: Oh.. I feel bad now. * :/ * Michael: *chuckles softly* She was cool with it... Me: *sigh* So how many brothers and sisters you have? Michael: Don't you read magazines? Me: *laughs* Trust me I do... but I skip your pages *xD* Michael: That's nice... *laughs* Um.. 8 Me: Oh, I know Janet,Jackson 5, randy and that's it Michael: Yeah my other two sisters LaToya and Rebbie they are in London studying in Uni Me: awwh, awesome. Michael: Haha, Yeah.. What bout you any sisters or brothers? Me: Nope, Single child Michael: Oh.. don't you get bored? I blame your parents *laughs* Me: So do I... *sighs* Michael: Erm.. I'm sorry, Anything wrong? Me: Noo not at all. Michael: C'mon I'm like the person you spill all information to Me: I just met you How can I and won't you go on and blab? Michael: I'm not your typical blabber guy, trust. At that point I felt like there was way more to him rather than just hating him.. I wanted to change this hate now... and turn it to friendship. -Cookie.x
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