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Romance With Michael Chapter:3

Next day December 18, 1983 Normal POV 
I woke up with a tear stained face, hair a 
mess, and mascara all over my pillow. I 
tried to stop thinking about Michael but 
it was so darn hard. 
My cell started to ring with the tone of 
Billie Jean. Ugh, I need to change that. I 
looked at the caller I.D. It was Keke.

Phone Convo 
B: Hello? 
K: Hey, whats wrong? You sound down. 
I sighed. 
B: Yea, you got me. Me and..... Michael 
broke up.
I heard her gasp. 
K: What!? Why!!? You guys were so happy!! 
I'll be over in a minute. Get ready to 
explain. 
B: But I'm not even dressed yet! 
K: So? I'm your best friend! 
I heard her laugh to herself. 
B: Ugh.... Fine. Bye. 
K: Bye. 
End Of Phone Convo

I looked at myself in the mirror and 
literally wanted to scream at my looks. I 
decided to quickly jump in the shower and 
yada yada yada. 
Ding-dong! I heard the doorbell ring. 
I opened the door to a worried Keke, who 
grabbed me up in a hug. I broke down; 
thank God I didn't put on any makeup. 
"Sshh.... Its OK. Its gonna be alright," 
Keke whispered as I poured my emotions out 
onto her shoulder. 
"What am I going to do!?" I cried. 
"Come on, lets sit on the couch," she 
cooed. 
We went over to the couch and sat down, I 
tried to pull myself together enough to 
talk. 
"So, what happened exactly?" she asked. 
"Well, we went to a club last night and 
blah blah blah, you know? Well we sat at a 
table for a minute and he told me that I 
should go dance since I want to so much," 
I felt my eyes starting to fill up, "Well 
I did and some drunk came up and started 
dancing with me, little did I know that 
Michael was getting upset. Well I tried to 
leave the guy but when I did he kissed 
me." 
She looked at me wide-eyed. 
"Michael thought I was kissing back, but 
actually I was trying to get out of his 
grip. But it hurt to much so I stopped 
struggling. Then Michael accused me of 
kissing back, he called me a-- a hoe. I 
slapped him and ran out. He followed and I 
told him that anything of his has to be 
out by tonight." 
She just sat there, soaking it all in, "Oh 
my Gosh Breanna, I am so sorry," she said 
getting teary eyed. 
"I know, I am too..." I said looking down, 
"Let alone the fact that I have to see him 
again sometime today. I don't know when."
"That is so terrible... I am again, so 
very sorry," she said, she looked at her 
watch, "Oh gosh!! I'm late for work!! I 
have to go, I will be back tonight though. 
I'm staying here to comfort you," she 
hugged me. 
"Awe, okay. Bye, see you later I guess," I 
said. 
"Bye," she waved as she walked out the 
door. 
"Now what am I gonna do..?" I said to 
myself. I turned the TV on, another bad 
decision. All it is is Michael, Michael, 
Michael! 
Probably because he is the most famous 
person in the world right now. I turned it 
back off, I am really not in the mood for 
that today. Ugh, this is going to be a 
long day. I can already tell.

Michael's POV 
Well, I'm at Jermaine's place trying not 
to think of Breanna. But it is just so 
hard! She is the only thing on my mind... 
"Hey Mike, how ya feeling??" Jermaine 
asked walking up to the couch. 
"Well, I can't stop thinking of her, I 
have a headache, and my neck hurts. But 
other than that just perfect," I said in a 
sarcastic way. 
He sighed, "Well Mike, there are other 
fish in the sea. And some very beautiful 
ones at that who would love to have a 
piece of you," he grinned. 
I grinned but it faded quickly, "I'm sure. 
But they only want me for money, fame, or 
worse, 'the bed', I said. 
"Awe, c'mon Michael! Lighten up a little!! 
I can call Brooke, you want me to call 
Brooke??" he asked. 
"Brooke Shields?? No. She is nice, and 
pretty. But there are none like my 
Peaches....." I sighed.
He shook his head and got up, grabbing his 
keys.
"Where are you going?" I asked. 
"WE, are going to get your stuff out of 
her house," he said. 
I threw my head back on the couch. 
"Do we have to?" I whined.
"Yes, yes we do. And you are going in by 
yourself," he stated. 
"Argh!" I groaned.

Normal POV 
I was sitting there bored out of my mind. 
Then I heard the doorbell ring again. Keke 
isn't off yet.... I opened the door to a 
sad face.

The face belonged to none other 
than................... Michael........ 
TBC

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