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Better Together: Part 3
Ok this part is boring but i just needed to waste a bit of time until it starts getting good. Thanks for liking so far. Dedicated to Michael and Darren. -Sarah I woke up in Michaelâ??s bed and found my head on Michaelâ??s chest and my fingers intertwined with his and placed on his stomach. I jumped up thinking this isnâ??t right. Michael woke up and smiled. He seemed to be alright with where i was. Michael: morning...(smiling) Me: (embarrassed) i really get myself in embarrassing situations... Michael: well i actually pulled you over to me...you were hugging the pillow so i thought i would give you something that would hug back (laughing) Me: oh...how did i get to your bed? (looking confused) Michael: well you fell asleep on me so i carried you in... Me: i am a heavy sleeper (laughing) I went to get up to take a shower but Michael pulled me back down to were i was when i was sleeping. Me: i have to take a shower (laughing) Michael: well we have all day... We stayed talking for a while in bed. it started to go into a serious talk about my boyfriend and well i didnâ??t like to talk to anyone about him but somehow Michael had this ability to get everything out of you. Michael: go on... Me: uhhh fine...well it all started when we were 16. I met him during our break in the academy. He sat next to me and just talked and well it went like that for a few weeks until he asked me out. He seemed so nice and sweet and he had the same problems i had growing up so i thought we were like soulmates. Michael: what kind of problems? Me: well i grew up in a council estate with a family who struggled with everything. My parents could barely keep food on the table never mind buy us new clothes. I have 2 brothers and a sister and im the youngest. I used to get hand me downs from my brothers so i was a huge tom-boy. I started playing soccer when i was about 3 years old and that was the only thing that kept me from doing what my friends did...and it was the same with Stephen. Michael: what did your friends do? Me: well i used to hang around with just guys and they used to do all sorts of drugs, drink a lot and smoke and if i wasnâ??t so obsessed with being a good soccer player i would of been in their situations too.... Michael: you had a tough life...how are your parents doing now? Me: first thing i done with my first pay cheque was bought them a brand new house...the second pay cheque i bought my brothers a house and third i bought my sister a house... Michael: wow...so you really care for your family...thats good... Me: well my parents done everything they could to give us nice things once and a while and well i had to pay them back...my siblings believed in me so i owe them a lot too... Michael: and tell me...where did you live when you were using your pay cheques to buy houses? Me: thats where Stephen came to my rescue...but when his contract was terminated and they resigned me with a huge bonus he flipped...he was just jealous and couldnt take the fact that i was making it and he wasnâ??t... After we talked about everything Michael wanted to know he hugged me and i finally got to take a shower. When i was washing my hair i touched off my stitches and they started bleeding again. I got out of the shower wrapped a towel around me and walked out of the room to find strips to put over them that the doctor gave me. Michael saw the blood pouring down my face and came running over to me like i got shot or something. Michael: what happened (looking worried) Me: calm down (laughing) i just opened the stitches a bit...(putting a strip on it) Michael: (getting a tissue and whipping the blood off my face) you ok? Me: (staring into his beautiful eyes) perfect... Michael: (looking from my eyes to my lips like he was thinking about kissing me) well emm i think the bleeding stopped... Me: (looking down) yeah...thanks... I dont know why i kept thinking he was going to kiss me because he was just a great friend and i didnâ??t think i thought any different from that. After i got ready Michael came into me wearing black trousers and a Nike polo shirt. Michael: you ready? Me: for what? Michael: to go to the airport... Me: were leaving now? Michael: well yeah...why wait around? Me: thats true...i wanted to see Stephen before i go though... Michael: (looking angry) why?! Me: because were getting married... Michael: (shocked) what???!! Me: im joking silly (laughing) i wanted to tell him its finished...but i think heâ??ll know that when he turns up at my apartment and its sold... Michael: you sold your apartment and dont do that you scared the crap outta me.... Me: well i rang one of the girls on my team and told her to put it on the market while im gone because i cant stay there if Stephen is gonna come around... We finally left the hotel and two men put mine and Michaelâ??s luggage into the back of this big SUV and we got into another one. I got in first and Michael hopped in then and sat reasonably close to me. We talked all the way to the airport this time about his life. We could kind of relate too each otherâ??s problems because they were the opposite. Michael was rich but his father would beat him and i was poor but my father and mother would never touch a hair on our heads. He said he would of traded for my life any day but i remember going hungry for days and fainting from it and everything and to me i would prefer a beating than the feeling of starving. We reached the airport and got straight onto Michaelâ??s private jet. It was nicer than my house inside there. We sat across from each other at a table and looked into each otherâ??s eyes. i only seen Michael as a friend well so far and im pretty sure he only seen me as a friend. I looked down and i could feel him staring at me. I looked back up and he was looking at my cut on my eyebrow. Michael: does it hurt? Me: nope...some times when i laugh it stretches and it does but other than that its fine... Michael: i see you have a scar on your other side... Me: yeah that was a similar incident about a year ago...but he got it just as bad (laughing) Michael: what did you do? Me: lets just say i have a very strong kick and he couldnt walk for a few weeks (laughing) Michael: (cringing) ow! So your feisty (smirking) Me: well i wouldnâ??t call that feisty (laughing) Michael: true... We talked for about an hour and we decided to go asleep. I lay down on the couch and Michael sat at the end beside my head. I didnâ??t fall asleep like i usually would probably because of the turbulence. Michael must of thought i was asleep cause he put his arm around me and held my hand. I tried not to smile and eventually i was asleep. I woke up to the plane landing. Michael was still asleep and still holding my hand. I squeezed it slightly and he woke up, rubbed his eyes and quickly let go of my hand. I just smiled and looked out the window. We got off the plane and got in the limo back to Michaelâ??s house. he opened the door for me and wow his house was amazing. I could hear people in the kitchen and Michael brought me through. His mother, Janet and Latoya were sitting at the table. Michael: hey guys... Katherine: oh your back how was your trip? Michael: it was great (smiling) i would like you to meet someone...guys this is Sarah... Me: nice to meet you (shaking there hands) All: its nice to meet you too (smiling) After a while Michael brought his things upstairs and unpacked. He left me chatting to his sisters and mother, they were very nice. We talked for a while until Michael came back down. He picked up the phone and went out to the back garden. Latoya: whoâ??s he talking to? Janet: heâ??s probably calling Brooke... Me: Brooke?? Janet: his girlfriend... To be continued...
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