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One Hell of a Boyfriend_Part 3
two uploads! I love writing this. this site is so awesome! :) Peace, Love, Weed! <3 -Kimaya _____________________ I wake up. I feel strange, am I in Michael's bed. I sit up and look around. Yup, I sure am. The bathroom is right across the hall but I'm too tired to get up! I get up anyways. The windows are streaming in some bright sunlight. I look in the mirror really surprised. I look great. Not one strand of hair out of place. My breath doesn't smell like donkey ass, and I look rejuvenated. I slowly walk downstairs, following the smell of deliciousness. I see Michael standing in the kitchen. "How you doing, baby?," he says seductively. (TWYMMF ending) "Good? I need to change though. Can-," I start. "Go ahead. Wear something out of my closet," he says. I go BACK upstairs and find some clothes out of the closet. I find a red button down and keep on my jeans. I go back downstairs to the kitchen. Michael's still standing there. "You should wear my clothes more often. You look cute," he smiles. I smile back and take a seat at the table. If there's no food in here, where did the good smell come from? Michael sits across from me and then his chefs bring out huge plates of food. Ugh could this day get better? _________ After we eat we go in the backyard. Michael runs back in and comes back out with two black fedoras. I raise my eyebrows at him. He puts one on me then one on himself. "So we're fully matching," he shrugs. I then notice he has on a red button down and dark blue jeans too. I shake my head. Maybe that's why I chose a red shirt.. _______ We're walking around and not really talking much. It's a really nice day though. It's warm and sunny, with a cool breeze. "Oh, it's a wonderful day," Michael sings while spinning around. I laugh. Sure is. He really is a wonderful guy. "Diana..y'know I'd be more comfortable with this walk if we were holding hands," he says calmly still walking. "You would?," I ask, again raising my eyebrows at him. "Yes. I would," he says, not walking anymore. I stop walking and reach my hand out to him. "I guess I would too," I say quietly. We continue walking and talk about a bunch of stuff. THEN I remember he's going on tour soon. "When is your tour?," I ask. "Few days. Why? I'm leaving the day after tomorrow." "Oh no reason, just remembering our phone conversation" "Oh...can I ask you something?," he says suddenly. "Sure.." We stop walking. He holds onto both of my hands. He looks up then looks back at me. "Do you like me?," he asks. Yes. Of course I like him. I just can't. I want to and I do, but...never trust, First impressions. Looks can fool ya. "Yeah..," I say, looking away. I look back at him and he's still looking at me. "Well marry me then!," he shouts. "OH MY GOSH! WHAT?!," I say, REALLY surprised. He laughs, "Ha I'm just kidding. But be my girl, will ya?," Michael Jackson's girl? "Sure. Yeah," I answer confidently. "Really? You will?," he says excitedly. I nod. Don't know what to do from here but I said yes. ______________#_
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