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At Last (Part Six)
Hi! Here is part six and I hope that ya'll like this. More twists will be added as the story goes on. I'll try to write a few more parts, until I go to sleep tonight. (lol) Well, I would love to dedicate this to all of ya'll and Michael Jackson, who is my love! <3 <3 <3 Long live the King! ---------------------------------------------------------------- While Michael and I took a small stroll and getting to know each other, the laughin' brothers went inside the kitchen. Jermaine: Mmm! Mother, this smells good! Mrs. Jackson: Jermaine, we have another guest in this house. Do what your other brothers are doing and greet her. All of the brothers greeted her, except Marlon. Mrs. J: Where's Marlon? Marlon: (walks into the kitchen) Oh, I see we have another guest. (walks to Daisy) Hi, beautiful. (kisses her hand) Daisy: (giggles) Hey. Marlon: Welocme to our house. Um...wanna go into the game room with me? Daisy: (eyes grows wide) You have a game room? Marlon: Yep. Interested? Daisy: Oh yeah! Marlon: Cool. I'll beat you in Pacman. Daisy: We'll see about that. No one had ever beaten me. Marlon: Well, get ready to be defeated for the first time, because I'm the alltime Pacman champ! No one gets in my way. Daisy: Well, I will, cuz I'm gonna rip you into pieces. They both walked away, laughing. Randy: Where's Rebbie and LaToya? Mrs. J: They're shopping. They'll be back in time for dinner. Everyone was having a good time in the house: Michael and I were outside, enjoying each other's company; Daisy and Marlon were in the game room, competing against each other in Pacman; Janet was helping Mrs. J cook a fantastic dinner; Randy and Jackie were playing cards, and Jermaine was talking to a woman he was seeing over the phone, just laughing and giggling. It was all fine, until they saw a car pull up at the driveway. Jackie: Joseph's home. Joseph walked into the house and everyone was silent, because they knew that Joseph would get mad when guests come, especially females. Joseph: Well, why is everyone just standin' there? Just then, Marlon and Daisy walked back in, just laughing and having fun together. Joseph: Who the hell is this, Marlon? Marlon: Um...Joseph, this is Daisy Shruder. She's a guest here. Joseph: Is she leaving? Marlon:...no. Joseph: (annoyed) Katie, why didn't you tell me? Mrs. J: This is my house, too, and she's not the only one here. Joseph: Wait, where the hell is Michael? Daisy: He's outside. Joe literally flew out of the house, to find Michael and I sitting by the pool, soaking our feet into the water, and telling each other about our dreams. Joe: MICHAEL! Who the hell is this? Then all of a sudden, Michael's face grew red and his eyes grew wide. He looked scared out of his mind. Michael: (nervous) Um...Joseph, th-this is my friend, Felicity. Joe: (yelling) What is she doin' here?! I was disgusted and angry. Who was he to yell at such a gentle soul like Michael. I always stuck up for my friends so that's what I did. I cut in. Me: (gets up) Uh, first of all, who the hell do you think you are talking to him like that?! Joe: (angrier) I'M HIS FATHER! THAT'S WHO THE HELL I THINK I AM! My heart just stopped there. I just froze. Michael: It's okay, Felicity. Go inside. Me: (walks away) Michael: Joseph, I am 28 years old and I'm not twelve anymore. Just please let my friends stay. Joe: What are they doing here anyway? Michael: Felicity came to California, because she's one of my background dancers for "Smooth Criminal" and she could only afford a plane ticket. I told her that she could stay with us. And Daisy's an alternate. Joe: (sighs) Michael...Imma ask you this and I'm only gonna ask you this once...did you ever have sex with that girl? Michael: NO! Joe: DON'T LIE TO ME! Michael: I'M NOT! She's just my friend. Why do you think that every girl I had a friendship with was doing that with me? Joe: Because girls try to get with you and your brothers for that same reason. She's tryna take your money and take advantage of you! Michael: Felicity's not like that! You can't judge her. You don't even know her! (storms off) Joe: Michael, don't you dare walk away from me! MICHAEL! Get back here! (Michael goes inside) Michael: Mother, where's Felicity? Mrs. J: She's in the guest room. Michael: Thank you, Mother. (kisses her cheek) Mrs.J: You're welcome, sweetheart. I heard footsteps while I was laying on the bed, reading a book. I heard the door creak open, and I saw Michael walk in. Mmm, he looked so hot! That song, "At Last" came into my head again. Michael: (softly) Hey. Me: (smiles) Hi. Michael: Can I come in? Me: It's your house. Michael: I just want you to be comfortable. (sits on the bed beside me) I'm very sorry about my father. He asked me something ridiculous. Me: What? Michael: Uh...you'll get mad. Me: Oh, Mike. You can tell me anything. Michael: (takes a deep breath) He asked me if I had sex with you. Me: What?! That bastard! (catches my words) Oh, I'm sorry, Michael. Michael: Aw, that's alright. Uh...let's not talk about that anymore. So, are you ready for the first rehearsal? Me: (excited) Oh yeah! I'm so pumped up for it. I can't-- We heard Mrs. J call us down for dinner. Michael and I walked down the stairs. I saw two women standing there. Michael: Felicity, these are my two older sisters, Rebbie and LaToya. Me: Nice to meet you guys. Rebbie: Nice to meet you, too. Welcome to our home. LaToya: (checks her fingernails) Oh my God! My nailpolish is chipping off. Mrs.J: LaToya, aren't you going to greet our guest? LaToya: Oh.(looks at me like a snob) Hi. It's nice to see someone try to mess up our family, which you are not good enough to be in. (gives an evil, bitchy smirk) Rebbie: What is your problem? Mrs. J: LATOYA! Apologize right now! LaToya: Mother, I don't need to. She's nothing but a manipulative grouple whore who's taking advantage of us. Me: (walks away, just mad as hell) Janet: How could you say that? You don't even know her! Michael: LaToya, you are so rude! LaToya: But Michael, I was just trying to-- Michael: (cuts her off) I don't care! I can't believe you! (runs upstairs) Michael followed me upstairs. I didn't want to talk to anybody because I wanted to pull LaToya's weave out of her head and just kick her in the face. I get mad when someone insults me, but I don't cry. I haven't cried ever since I was seven. I had been through worse things, than some snob insulting me. I'm from the ghettos of New Jersey. I ain't scared of nobody! TBC... Tell me what you think! Please vote!!! And if anyone who has inspired me are reading right now, I just want to thank you. And uh...maybe make me a character in your story, and I'll do the same for you. =D
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