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You Can't Be Serious...? 6
Y'all are so amazing with these stories. Much L.O.V.E to you all. Us and our imaginations LOL :) ---------------------- I got started on the paper work my boss wanted me to do. It didn't take too long for me to finish. Unfortunately that's not all I have to do. As I'm making my way to the kitchen, the door bell rings. I peak out the window and see that it's my home girl, Sydney. Opens the door, "Hey girlie, what's up?" "You know me T, always chillin'," she says before hugging me. She walks in. "I came over to see if you were done creeping around with Michael." "Creeping around with Michael, what?" "I haven't heard from you in damn near two weeks. Word was going around that you was over Michael's house for days, didn't call nobody. What were you and him doing that kept you from picking up the phone?" "We were handling business." "I bet y'all were." "Ah uh, you know better, get your mind out the gutter. It wasn't even like that." "How could your mind not be in gutter, he is fine and the way he looks at you...he be having that hungry look in his eyes." I start smiling uncontrollably. "What you cheesing for?" she asks laughing. "I never noticed that but I always thought Michael was cute." "Aw shit, have you been secretly crushing on him?" "Not exactly but lately I've been thinking about him a lot." "Girrrrlll, where is the wine? I got a feeling you about to lay some things on me," she says going into the kitchen. "It's in the cabinet," I say following behind. "Red or white?" I ask getting the two bottles of wine out. "Which ever one is the strongest, matter of fact, let's drink both. I'm about to get you loose." "What exactly are you trying to get out of me?" "It ain't gone be me that gets it out of ya, it's gonna be the alcohol. They say the truth comes out when you're drunk." "Oh lord, what am I getting myself into?" I get the wine and Sydney gets the glasses, then we go into my den. "I know you're not telling me everything that went down at Mike's house, are you?" "Welll..." "I knew it! Go ahead and pour it up T, you got some explaining to do." "First let me just clarify this because I know how your mind works. We DID NOT have sex," pours us some wine. "Alright, no sex. So what did happen?" "Skipping past all the other stuff, he told that he has feelings for me." "Duh." "Anyway, he knows he's not the type of guy I usually go for but he was still saying I'm gonna be his girl one day soon. After all was said and done I left." "You and bad boys, ever since high school Tia. You need to leave them alone and settle down with a real man." "I can't help it Syd, I love me some bad boys," sips some wine. "They're no good though." "I know. Michael wants me to go to New York to be with him while he's filming." "When did he says this?" "Today." "You better take your ass to New York." "I want to but Mr. Blake chose me to do some important work that he wants done by Friday. I'm trying to figure out how I can finish it up in time so I can go." "Mmm hmm." "What?" "You done caught some feelings haven't you?" "Maybe...but just some light ones." "Some light ones, what does that mean?" "He's got me thinking." "Y'all would be cute together." "You think so?" "Yeah." We kept talking and drinking. The second bottle of wine is about gone and we are toasted. While we're laughing and joking, the phone rings. It's on the other side of the room. I fall on the floor trying to get to it. Of course Sydney laughs. By the time I get to the phone it had stopped ringing and my answering machine picks up. ANSWERING MACHINE: "Hey it's Tia, I'm not able to take your call but if you leave a message with your name and number, I'll call you back asap." "Tia, it's Michael. I'm at the hotel, call me back." He also gives me the direct number to his room. "You better call him back, don't just stand there." "I should wait a minute or two, he did just get there." "Ok, I see you not trying not look easy. Alright girl, make him wait." "Syd, you are so crazy. You make it sound like he's trying to get in my pants." "Trust me, he's a man, soon enough he will be." "I don't think he's like that." "I know you not trying to say that boy is a virgin." "No, I mean...I don't know." "The quiet ones are the biggest freaks, you better watch him." I start laughing. About ten more minutes go by before I decide to call Michael back. I listen to his message again so I can write down the number. With every ring I got more nervous. I hardly ever get nervous. M: *breathing heavily* yeah. T: yeah, who answers the phone like that? M: sorry, I had to run to the phone. I just finished shaving. T: Shaving...what were you shaving, peach fuzz? M: you real funny girl. I can grow a full beard if I wanted to, I just keep it baby faced for the ladies. T: if you got so many ladies why trying to get with me? M: there are a lot of reasons. T: give me one. M: I can't pick one. T: you're kissing up to me. M: no but I want to kiss you. T: *laughs* I'll kiss you...on the cheek. M: ha ha, that's not funny. T: it's just a joke, I would kiss you. M: for real? T: mmm hmm, you got some sexy lips. M: damn, I ain't too long got out the shower. Keep talking like that and I'll have to take a cold one. T: *smiles* did you think of me while you were showering? M: yeah and when I was on the plane. My imagination got so wild that my security guards started teasing me because I had a boner. T: you got hard thinking about me? M: hard as a rock. T: what were you imagining. M: I can't tell you that. T: why not? M: it's triple x rated. T: triple x rated...what you know about that? M: I know enough. T: you bluffing. M: I'm not bluffing. I look over at Sydney and she's knocked out. T: I think you're all talk. M: yeah ok. T: unless you surprise me... M: you think I'm a virgin don't you? T: are you? M: *laughs* that's my business but if you want to find out, I'll show you. T: boy you better hope I don't get to New York. M: I hope you do. 2 B Cont.
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