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Angst ~Three~

*Drei!!! :D...Yeah...I'm that addicted to anything German -_-...Okay, moving along. Haha Anyway, dedicated to (yay, i love dedications ^_^ lol) Dimplez, Tiara, Kelz, Jennell aaaaand everyone else on mjsite =) Going back over my first story, I'm amazed at how much my writing has...improved? Matured? I don't know, but I'm still surprised. haha So, I hope you all enjoy =)
-Lexa*

"Li...Li...Lila!!!"

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at Bushido, narrowing my eyes at him. "What?"

"Hey, gehen Sie nicht alles auf mich English." He chuckled, rthymically tapping his fingers on the desk.

"Leider haben." I mumbled, looking down at my many piles of paper work. I blinked as he pushed the paper work out of my view and sat up on the desk, raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, was essen ya?"

I looked up at him and sighed, leaning back in the chair. "Nichts, was Sie brauchen zu kÃ¼mmern."

"Lila, lÃ¼gen." He spoke sternly, making me glare at him.

"Nicht 'lÃ¼gen' es ist wahr. Sie brauchen keine Sorgen zu machen." I shrugged simply, trying to snatch my papers away from his hands, groaning when he held them back. "Komm, ich brauche, um zu arbeiten."

"Erst wenn man mir sagen, was los ist."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Anis, I'm serious."

"Now, you want to speak English?" He raised an eyebrow, throwing the papers back on the desk.

I smirked and chuckled. "It always gets you to do something. Cute accent by the way." I teased and poked as his side, giggling as he glared.

"I can't help it. My English is...horrible." He paused as he tried to think of the word.

"I can tell." I laughed but quickly sighed, standing up. "Wanna get some coffee? I'm about to pass out."

He laughed also and stood up, opening the door. "After you."

I clenched my fists at my sides as 'Beat It' blared through the speakers, trying not to show my sadness and anger. I felt a hand on my left hand and looked to the side, seeing Bushido with a sad and sympathetic smile on his face.

"Es ist schwer fÃ¼r mich." He chuckled and his smile grew sadder. "Er war wie ein zweiter Vater fÃ¼r mich."

I gave a small smile at that and looked back ahead, grabbing the two cappuccinos and mumbled a quick 'thank you' before grabbing Bushido's arm and dragging him out of the Starbucks.

"Ich kann gehen, wissen Sie." He mumbled and smirked, making me let go and glare at him. "Just saying."

I chuckled and looked ahead, sipping on the drink. "You know, your English is getting kind of good."

He laughed and rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his also. "I'll take that as a compliment."

I smacked his arm and laughed with him. "It is a compliment, idiot."

"Hey, is dad gonna be coming down for lunch?"

Paris shrugged, hopping up on the counter. "Why? Are you gonna be bailing us and going out to lunch with you're booooyfriend?"

I glared at her and rolled my eyes, continuing to cut up the parsley. "One, not my boyfriend and two, no, just wondering, that's all. I'm getting kind of worried. He hasn't been out of his room all day. He's usually up and about around now." I bit my lip, forcing myself not to add the 'Though, with the rehersals, he's probably feeling like shit.' that was about to come out.

"Someone call 911!"

I woke up and looked around frantically, the last sentence running through my head. I covered my ears, squeezing my eyes shut as I hoped it would slowly dissapear.

"Sis?"

I looked up and saw Blanket, eyes red and puffy as if he'd been crying. I removed my hands from my ears slowly, whispering. "Are you okay?"

"I was thinking about daddy..." He sniffled, sitting on the end of the bed.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes sleepily. "I was too. You miss him?"

He simply nodded, looking up at me. "Do you think he'll come back?"

I was at a loss for words and was about to say something before Paris barged into the room, a grin spread on her face.

"I knew he was your boyfriend!"

I looked at her, confused, then looked at the magazine in her hand, making my eyes widen. "Gimme that."

She tossed the magazine to me and sat at the end of the bed also, giggling.

I looked down and read the headline, 'Daughter of late legend, Michael Jackson and famous German rapper, Bushido spotted holding hands.' I then looked at the picture, below the writing, seeing the picture of us holding hands, looking at each other and smiling.

I glared at the bed and gritted my teeth, trying to hide the slight blush on my face. "The editor is gonna pay."

*Hey, don't go all English on me.
Sorry.
Alright, what's eatin' ya?
Nothing you need to worry about.
Lila, bullshit.
Not 'bullshit', it's true. You don't need to worry about it.
Come on, I need to get to work.
Not until you tell me what's wrong.
It's hard for me too. He was like a second father to me.
I can walk, you know.
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Grr, kill me now! -_- That wasn't the ending I was going for but blame it on the hands typing the words. Haha Hope you all enjoyed =)
-Lexa*

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