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You Can't Be Serious...? 7
Enjoy L.O.V.E :) T: you wouldn't have enough stamina fooling with me. M: *lays back on the bed* you say I'm all talk but you talk the most trash. T: I'm just letting you know what's up. M: I already told you but I'll tell you again, don't underestimate me. T: ...wanna know a secret? M: yeah, what is it? T: I've never made love. M: Tia, quit joking. T: I'm not joking. M: then why do you talk and act like you got so much experience? T: being fucked and making love are two different things. M: that's true. T: I'm not a hoe or anything, I just have sex without strings attached in uncommitted relationships but I'm tired of that. I want something real. M: I can give you what you want and need. T: you don't care about my past? M: no, everyone has a past. T: you're so sweet, I love you Michael. M: I love you too Tia. We stayed on the phone until we fell asleep. The next afternoon I wake up in my lounge chair suffering from a terrible hangover. My head is pounding, I'm dizzy and the room feels like it's spinning. I keep hearing a loud noise that's bugging the hell out of me. I rub my eyes to regain my vision, that annoying noise was the phone being off the hook. What time is it? I think to myself. I get up from the chair and discover that Sydney had fallen from couch to the floor. That's what she get for laughing at me when I fell earlier. "Syd, wake up!" I yell before hitting her with a pillow. "What is it...Why am I on the floor?" "You fell, payback for laughing at me." "Shit, my head hurts!" she screams holding her head. "Mine too, I'm never getting wasted again. You're such a bad influence." "Uh uh Tia don't blame me, hold are you again? 25! Girl please." "What time is it?" Sydney looks at her watch, "1:00." "Over half the day is gone. I got get this work done." I tell Syd to help herself to something to eat and she can chill out here as long as she wants. I'll be in my office getting business done. IN NEW YORK "Day 1 of filming is 30 minutes away. You ready MJ?" Jeff asks. "Yep." "Did you sleep good last night?" "Can't say, I was on the phone with Tia till six." "I told you she'd call you back." "That was actually the second time we talked yesterday." "Really?" "Yeah." "That's good man." "I think we came close to having phone sex but she took it in another direction." "How so?" "She told me a secret." Jeff is looking at Michael, waiting to know what the secret is. "No, man I'm not gonna tell you what she said." "I respect that. It sounds like she's opening up to you more intimately." "She had to get drunk to do it." "How you know she was drunk?" "That girl would never talk to me the way she did if she was sober plus she stuttered a lot." "They say the truth comes out when you're drunk." Michael laughs, getting up from the chair. "I just hope she can get up here." "She won't know what hit her if she sees you in all those buckles,dressed all bad and what not." Smiles, "We got to get through the story line first. I'm a school kid; no buckles in that scene." "How'd you come up with the idea for the story line?" "It's part of a true story out of either Time or Newsweek magazine. I can't remember exactly which one. In the real story the kid is killed by his so- called friends because of jealousy...it's very sad." "I know." "MJ, Jeff, let's go. We got to get down to the set," Michael's manager says walking into the room. BACK IN L.A. AT MY HOUSE I'm getting my work done slowly but surely, taking small breaks in between. I want to get done but I can't rush because I don't want to risk making any mistakes. If I keep a steady pace, I'll be done in no time. During one of my breaks Syd asked me if remember what me and Michael talked about on the phone. I honestly don't remember, what did we talk about? I more than likely said things I usually wouldn't say. I asked Syd, if I was able to go to New York would she go with me. She said yes. 2 B Cont.
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