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Rewriting HIStory 2
Woah... That was unexpected. So I looked up at him, and he looked nothing like I remembered him. He had a fro, obviously only 18, and had a few pimples. And I don't wanna sound like a hater (cuz I'm not) but, he was black and had a wider nose. He still looked hot though, in my opinion. He seemed to judge by whatever expression was on my face, because he grimaced. "Oh... I see, not what ya expected? Sorry to disappoint you." He looked down at his feet. "Huh? I'm not dissappointed. What put that into your head?" This was weird. For the first time, I noticed my surroundings. I was in a huge bedroom. The bed was a bright red, slightly ruffled from my entrance. The walls were sky blue, but you could hardly see the wall itself. It was covered with Diana Ross and Shirley Temple photos. A basic lamp was on a table by his bed, it was next to a book. His room was also spotless. "Most people are... They all think I'm ugly." He said, his voice filled with pain. I lifted my hand over to touch his shoulder, but I put it down. Don't wanna give the wrong impression... "Oh, good lord, Michael. Your not!" I said, sounding stern. He looked up at me, looking deep into my eyes. He seemed to search for something, but then snapped out of it. "Thats what Joe says..." He said, a tear rolled down his cheek. He wiped it away, and stared at the floor. "Sorry... Not very good manners. You just... Um, seem like a good listener." "Im all ears." I said. Then I grabbed my ear and pulled on them to make them look bigger. Michael laughed. "Thanks.... So... How did you get in here? I mean, the door didn't open, the windows are locked, and Joe knows not to send anymore hoes up here no more." He looked at me, filled with curiosity. I sat on the floor, and crossed my legs. Michael did the same. "I-I uhhh....." I didn't know what to say, I honestly didn't know... I didn't want to lie either. "Can you keep a secret?" I asked. He leaned forward. "Yup" He smiled at me. I smiled back. "Well, you see my finger?" I showed him my finger. "It took me here, I don't know how or why but it did." I looked at Michael, I knew he wasn't gonna believe me. Michael looked at me like I was insane. "Oh great, another one like this... Well, there is a nice mental insitu-" "Joe always used to beat you and your brothers up when you were rehearsing... One day he hit you in the face, you bit down on your lip too hard and caused it to scar. That why you have a scar on your lower lip." I said, I looked into his eyes, hoping he'd believe me. "How... But... We never told anyone...." He said, studdering. He then put his hand to his lip. "Who told you?" "Well, you did. But not to me directly. You said it in an interview." He stilled looked at me, trying to place when and where he said that. "Michael, don't freak out, but... I'm from the future..." Michael's eyes widened. "Huh?" He said. "Well, I'm from the year 2009, and ummm... I today June 25?" "Yes, but I don't know why that matters.." "It was the day you died." Michael covered his ears, and stood up. "Oh God, what did you tell me that?" "You had to know." He honestly did, if he knew now he would have a better chance of living... Right? "No I didn't..." Michael moaned, and sat on his bed. I sat next to him, I grabbed his hand. "Look at me." I said, he turned and looked at me. "Listen, I'm sorry if you didn't wanna know. But, I think I was sent here for a reason, and I think it's to keep you from dieing..." Michael looked at me then our hands, then me. "Listen, um, you?" "Peggy." "Listen, Peggy, I don't know what to say... Obviously, I do something stupid, huh?" He seemed interested. "A series of stupid stuff. Listen, don't EVER let what anyone says bring you down. Nobody." I didn't know what else to say... Then I thought of why he had to go to rehab in 1993. "Oh, and um, don't have powerful medicene unless you at the doctors or if he says to have it..." "Oh God, don't tell me I-I... Became a crackhead..." He said in a small voice. I contained a small laugh. "No, not crack. Try painkillers." I could almost hear the click in his head. He then whispered in my ear "Do I.... Ummm.... Ever get a girlfriend?" I smiled. Oh, he got more than a girlfriend alright. "Yup" I patted the side of his face, he giggled. Suddenly, one of his brothers birsted through the door. I then reconized it to be Tito. "Yo, Mike, We gotta gig- and who's the sexy lady?" All I could think was ew. Tito was hitting on me. "This is Peggy. Peggy, this is Tito." Michael held my hand tighter as he got up. He pulled me up too. "Hey, what goes on?" I said to Tito. He smirked "What goes on?" He turned to Michael "Why do you always get the cute ones? I mean, your not all that no more." Michael sighed, and looked down. I nudged him with my elbow. "Remember what I told you?" I said. Michael looked at me, then bit his lip. "Tito, I don't need to take crap from ya no more. You fathead, I can get girls. The only girl you can get is Didi!" Michael totally got pissed, and Tito turned awkwardly, and walked out. Michael smiled to himself, then turned to me and beamed. He hugged me tight to his body, and picked me up and span around. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" He said. So far so good... Hope yuz like, same deal as last time... Three votes, next chapter... Thanks!:)
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