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Our "Thing" Part 16
With this part I was writing anything that came to mind so it might be a little bit crappy. Just a little. Dedicated to everyone on this site and Michael Jackson. -norah From what was heard, Blaire's party went extremely well except the part where Michael got his arm broken during a fight with a guy who was looking at him funny. Usually, Michael wouldn't get into a fight at all or over something that stupid. Michael's new, not so improved behavior was the last thing on Rae's mind late that afternoon. She was the only person at her mother's grave because everyone else had left. Right beside her grave was a small tombstone belonging to Daniel Green. Born 1/Feb/'68 died 18/Feb/'68. After the baby died, Carol was diagnosed with hypoglycemia which would turn worse over the years. The attendance was poor compared to what Rae would've liked. And it would've been nice if Michael was there despite what he felt towards Rae because he knew Carol. ?: Do you plan on standing there forever. Rae:*turns around* Who's there? ?: It's me. Ivana. Rae: Oh. Hi. Ivana: You don't look so good. It's like I don't know your spirit died. Rae: My best friend won't even look at me and my mother had a stupid funeral so I obviously won't look so good. Then there was a short moment of silence. Rae still kept in touch with Ivana whilst in England and eventually told her why she married Perry. Ivana: I got something to show you.*rumagging through her bag* If I can find it. Rae:*smiles* Ivana: Found it! It was the issue with the article about Michael getting a sex change. After reading through it, Rae gave Ivana a murderous look. Rae: Why would Boris do this? Ivana: He knew you'd do well in England so he worked hand in hand with my family to make sure you don't go straight to Michael if things didn't work out between you and Perry. My brother wasn't a big fan of Michael because- Rae: He called him Stumpie. This is a bit much over a stupid nickname. Surprisingly enough, okay not really, Rae didn't want to go home but had to. Blaire was probably breaking something for fun and Michael would be there doing something just as crazy. She opened the door and was already cringing at what was in store. Much to her surprise, she spotted Michael watching a soapie. Rae: Is that- Michael: The last episode of Loving Soul ever. I'm just as shocked as you are. Rae: Happy watching. Michael: Don't go. Please sit with me. She gave him a puzzled look but sat anyway. Rae: So who are those people and why are they crying like that. Michael: Marley died. But I'm not really watching. Rae: Okay so what are you doing, then? Michael: Nothing I- *sighs* I'm sorry about your mom. Rae: What are you talking about? She's alive and well. Michael: I know everything. Ivana came over and told me about the article, why you married Stumpie and all. Rae: Oh. That's real nice of her. Michael: Yeah. Very nice. The room fell silent except for the T.V still being on. Rae wondered where Blaire was but her thoughts were interrupted by an arm around her. Michael: I would hug you properly right now but umm you see my other arm is you know- Rae: To be polite getting into a fight was stupid. Was it really worth breaking your arm? Michael: I hurt him badly too you know.*giggles* Rae: For some reason I don't believe you. Michael: Well I beat him bad. I missed you. Rae: Me too. It got worse on your birthday. Michael gave her a look and took her hand in his. Rae: What are you doing? Michael: Crazy thought. I know but I was wondering if you- He cut himself mid sentence by kissing her. Michael:*gently pushes her away* I was wondering if you wanted to be mine again.
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