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At Last (Part Seventeen)
Hey. I enjoy writing this but I'm not really getting enough votes, but I hope that's because my story is way under. Well, I wanna dedicate this to the mjsite people, MJ, and the Japanese people who are going through hell. I'm very sorry, guys. I'm praying for you. Well...try to enjoy this one. ---------------------------------------------------------------- *February 10, 1993* It was the wonderful Wednesday I had been waiting for. That February morning, I woke up with a smile on my face, took a quick shower, got dressed in my sky blue dress with my white high heels. My hair was slicked back in a ponytail and I put on sweet rose perfume. I didn't know why I had to get all pretty. I was only seeing Michael, but...I just wanted to look nice. At 5:30 pm, the children and I drove to Neverland. Housekeeper: Good evening, Ms. Banks. You may enter. Me: (smiles kindly) Thank you, Ms. Carter. Uh...the kids want to get on the Ferris Wheel. Can you take them? Ms. Carter: Yes, Ma'am. (takes the kids by their hands and walks them there) I walked in and there was Oprah sitting on the couch with Elizabeth Taylor, just sharing a conversation and drinking tea. They kindly welcomed me. Liz: Oh, hello, Felicity. (smiles) How are you today, dear? Me: (smiles) I'm doing amazing, Liz. (kisses her cheek) You look wonderful. Liz: Aw, you are so sweet, love. Liz wasn't just a friend of Michael's; she was a friend of mine also. I really loved Liz. She was nice, glamorous, and so full of grace and eloquence. She always reminded me of diamonds and pearls, because she was so valuable and rich in taste. Her picture in "Cleopatra" should be next to the definition of glamorous in the dictionary; she was just so fabulous. Just then, Oprah introduced herself and she was very nice. Oprah: Hello. You must be Felicity Banks. (shakes my hand) Me: Hi. How did you know my name? Oprah: Michael had told me all about you. Me: (fascinated) Really? Liz: Oh, yes, dear. He talks about you all the time. That suprised me and it made me happy. It showed that Michael did still care about me. I always worried that he would move on, like I guessed, but he hadn't. I was very happy and touched to know that he still remembered me, but I wanted to know more. Me: Uh...what does he say in particular about me? Oprah: He says that you're beautiful, you're smart and he's very in love with you. That really touched me there. At that point, I wanted to see him. Me: (smiling) Where's Michael? Liz: He's in his room, dear. He says he has trouble with what to wear on this interview. Me: (nods head) Thank you. I silently crept into Michael's room as he was shuffling through his closet, searching for something to wear. Just to be funny, I decided to startle him. Me: BOO! He screamed like a little girl and jerked up and flinched in my direction. He looked so scared and startled. I was laughing so hard at that. I was WEAK!!! Michael: That's not funny! (puts his hand to his heart) Oh my God, you scared me. Me: (playing around) Oh, I'm sorry, old man. Did I give you a heart attack? (laughing even more) Michael: (forgetting it) How are you? (hugs me) He smelled so good. Like baby lotion. I couldn't help but to continue holding on to the cloth of his shirt as my eyes were closed and as I dreamt off into another world. In my head, I was lying down in a large field, while the sun was beaming directly on my face, surrounded by beautiful sunflowers, and Michael was right beside me. He was whispering in my ear, "I love you." Then he softly kissed me on the cheek as his large left hand stroked my cheek. I couldn't help but smile and whisper, "I love you, too." As my eyes opened, my imagination faded away. I didn't want it to end, but it had to. Michael went over to the closet and gave me some choices of shirts to wear. Michael: Which one? The yellow one or the blue one? I wasn't diggin' neither shirt. His yellow shirt looked better on him two years prior and his blue one looked better on him when his hair was in curls. His hair wasn't in those long, lucious,jet black curls; his hair was straightened and a piece of his hair was let out as a piece of his baby hair was shown. Me: Eh...neither. Hmm...how about something redish-pinkish? Michael: Hmm...it's not what I had in mind, but I guess I should try it out. He got out this reddish-pinkish shirt with a green armband with some yellow design on it and the shirt had collars in the colors of green, white, and yellow and the collars had the letters "CTE" on it in yellow. I thought it would look awesome on him. Me: I like that one. Michael: (unsure) Are you sure? Me: I'm positive. Trust me. Michael: Alright. I'm trusting you. But if I end up on televisions looking stupid...(gets in my face playfully) I'm coming to get you. Me: (laughing) Oh, shut up and put it on. A couple minutes later, he walked out of the door. He looked like this: http://mjbaltic.com/Pictures/MJ_Oprah_1993_screen_shots/MJ_Oprah_1993_screen_4.jpg He looked very nice. Michael: How do I look? Me: You look very good. (smiles) You do. Michael: (looks into my eyes) Thank you. Me: (looks back into his eyes) No problem. Just then, the cameraman walked inside. Man: Michael, we're just about to air. Michael: Alright. I gotta go. Me: Alright. Good luck. (kisses his cheek) Bye. Michael: (walks away) TBC... Vote!
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