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All Of The Things She Can't Do *Pt. 1*
Hey, It's Tiara L. again and I want to write a short fictional tale, since I'm bored out of my mind and needs something to do. lol! Enjoy!!!! ---------------------------------------------------------------- *Los Angeles, California, July 30, 1995, 2:34 A.M.* There I was, in the comfort of my own bed, with my eyes resting heavily and my mind saturated in deep amounts of slumber, feeling that nothing in the world could ever interfere or disrupt the serenity of this endless moment of a deep sleep. My whole body was relaxed and provided warmth by my ruby red bedsheets. My head was deeply buried in my rubicund pillows, while the moon and the stars shone above me and the in the wee hours of the morning. I thought my sleep was going to continuously uninterrupted, until the doorbell rang. *Ding Dong* At the drop of a hat, my eyes awoken and I became very irritated. Why would someone ring the doorbell at two in the morning? Me: Ugh! What the hell? (getting out of bed) My sleep was completely ruined, and that wasn't good, because I tend to get cranky in the morning time, let alone when someone needs me in the middle of the night. I slumped over to my front door and with unfresh eyes, I opened the door, ready to fuss someone out, because people know I'm not a morning person, especially when my deep sleep gets interfered with. Me: (annoyed and cranky) What do you want?! Before I could yell anymore, I realized it was Michael and he had tears soaking his eyes and swimming down his cheeks. My bitchy additude changed into a sympathetic concern. His voice didn't have that special, innocent, happy, bubbly tone I have always known. Instead, his voice showed hurt, pain and suffer. Michael: (sniffles) Um, I'm sorry if I woke you up, but I just really need to talk to you...But I'll just go if you don't want to talk at this moment...(starts to walk away) Me: Michael...(grabs his arm) Come on in... Michael: (sniffles) Are you sure? Me: (nods head) Yes. It's the least I can do. Aww, what happened to Michael? It was obvious he was crying. I had always hated to see him cry. But he always knew to come to me whenever he had no one to turn to. You see, Michael and I had been best friends ever since we were thirteen. We met in 1971, when both of our families moved to Encino almost at the same time (we moved in late 1970). I was just getting used to the neighborhood when he came along. I showed him around the first day he moved to Encino and I was also his next door neighbor. Ever since the day we met, we had been lifelong friends. All through the years, we've been side-by-side, through thick and thin, and for better or for worse. Even though fame, fans, tour schedules, record albums, and the meida had taken over his life increasingly ever since we known each other, he never forgot about our true friendship and we were still inseperable like we were as little kids...until 1994 when he married Lisa Marie Presley. Once he married her, it felt like I never even existed. He never had any time for me anymore. It was always her. But on that night, I was suprised he remembered me, because I didn't have any contact with him since May 26, 1994. We sat on my couch and he held my hands, looking down at the floor. I had never seen him so alone, so isolated and so afraid in my entire life. Me: (sympathetically) Michael...(squeezes his hand) What's wrong? Michael: (voice cracking) Josephine...I'm sorry I never talked to you in over a year...I'm so very sorry, and I hope you don't hate me because of it...(tears falling out of his eyes) Me: Oh, Michael...(wipes his tears away) Why would I be holding your hands if I hated you? Michael: Because I never returned your calls or paid any attention to you. I'm suprised you don't hate me. I can't stand myself for what I did to you... Me: (not letting him finish) Oh, hush. Shh...(kisses his hand) Tell me what's wrong...(strokes his cheek) Michael: Well, you know how much I want children, right? Me: Oh, yes...You would do anything to be a daddy. Michael: I know. I really do...but that's not going to happen with Lisa and I. Me: But why? (very concerned) He started to hesitate. He put his head down again and started to silently sob and shed tears of agony and distress. Me: (almost whispering) Michael, look at me. (lifts up his chin) Tell me so I can help you. Michael: Well...Last night, while she was in Las Vegas, partying with her friends, I found birth control pills in our drawers. I gasped at hearing this. She knew how much passion he had inside for children and she had to cause him a lot of pain. Me: (gasps) Oh, Michael...Come here. (grabs him and hold him) Michael: (sobbing onto my chest) Me: (about to cry) I am sooo sorry... Michael: (whispering) Yeah, me too... Me: (still holding him) She knew how much you wanted kids...how could she? I looked down at Michael and his eyes just showed how much his dreams were crushed. His hopes were definitely up, and his soul became broken. I hated for him to be hurt this way. I didn't like his wife. I didn't like how she treated him. She didn't deserve a wonderful man like Michael. He gave her money, he gave her time, he gave her everything inside one heart could find, and she just didn't appreciate what she had. Michael deserved better than that cheap, skank-ass ho! He was made for a good woman, who would do good by him, not some trashy whore, like that Lisa bitch. I knew what Michael needed. He needed a real woman...like me. To be Continued...<3 <3 Vote, plz!
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