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He kissed me. It was a short peck, but it still counted as a kiss. He pulled away, and let go of my arm. He pulled his white fedora down to cover his eyes. Speechless, I stared at him. I was waiting for him to say something, but it was just a silence. "Um..." I barely squeaked out. A small smile passed his lips, and he just grabbed my hand. "Let's go, before to many people are around." He breathed, and then he dropped my hand, and took off his jacket. He wrapped it around my shoulders and walked to the other end of the club. It was big on me, but it wasn't bad. I rolled up the sleeves, and buttoned the front. I walked over to him, not caring when I heard the squish of the dead bodies I was stepping on. He opened the door, and grabbed my hand again, lacing his fingers with mine "Alright, here's the plan." He turned to me, still covering his eyes. "We are gonna go straight there. You do whatever you have to, then we will plan everything from there. Deal?" "Deal." I said, he squeezed my hand, and opened the door. We walked out into the sidewalk, going to my house in the heart of the city. It was a resort, but, my father had to kill some people to have become our house. It pretty much gas everything except a ferris wheel. I have my own floor, bowling alley, and pool. I loved it there. But, every once in a while, Mr. Big will try to send people to kill us. They would end up dead in their attempt. Suddenly, Michael stopped. I stopped too, and got closer to his side. "What?" I whispered. "Hush." He said, then he wrapped his arm around my waist, and started walking again. He pressed me agaist his tense body. Then, there was a tall, ripped, black guy that followed us. Michael kept glacing back, then he went down a dark alley. He turned around when we reached the dead end, and pulled me behind him. The man was in a black suit, with a white armband on his left arm. He pulled up his fedora and I reconized him. It was Big Teddy! "Teddy Bear!" I exclaimed, and ran to him, and gave him a hug. He laughed, his deep chuckled, and rumbled his whole body. "Nice to see you too Mandy." He said, his deep, smooth voice was a pleasure to hear. I hadn't see him in two years. He picked me up, and cradled me to his massive chest, sighing. "I missed you." "Miss ya too big guy." I snuggled up to him. Ok, I know what your thinking. I am such a sissy, and why the fuck am I being so... Warm to him. Well, he's like a father figure to me. I love my dad, but we have issues. Teddy is the one person I can trust. He does everything I ask him to do. He is a loyal friend. He is like family. "Hey, Teddy." Michael said, I looked over to him, Michael's arms were crossed. "Whats up Mike?" He asked, and he put me down gently. "Nothin much, being a babysitter. Hey, isn't Rat with ya?" Michael asked, sounding weird. "Yeah, he's off somewhere." He looked down at Michael. "Why don't you go and find him?" Michael said, sounding pissed. Oh boy. "Ok, sounds good." He turned towards me "So, where ya headed?" "My place. Wanna meet us there?" I asked. I wanted to see both Teddy and Rat. "See ya there, sweet thang." He bent down and kissed my cheek. I giggled, and kissed his cheek back. Teddy turned and ran outta the alley. I turned to Michael, he looked mad. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing, sweet thang. Sheesh, what a weirdo." He sounded jealous. "Michael Jackson, are you jealous?" I asked, sounding like I was bragging. "Yes. When I kissed you, you didn't even respond." He looked at me. "Michael, I didn't respond because I don't know how to respond. It's frustrating to me to be this confused." I sorta blew up in his face. "One second, I hate you you hate me. The next, your kissing me, and holding my hand! I don't get it."
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