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COULD THIS BE TRUE LOVE? part 3

Hey this is my last story for today. I'll make part 4 tomorrow. Hope you like it! - Naomi
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I thought Michael felt the same way, but as I leaned in, he stiffened.

Me: What?
MJ: I'm sorry.
He jumped off the tree, pushed a chair underneath and ran inside. I was shocked and hurt by the rejection. I cried for a while and once I felt ready, I used the chair to slide out of the tree. I ran inside and fell asleep almost instantly.

That morning I felt groggy and heartbroken. I woke to the smell of toast, bacon and eggs. There must have been a lot, because the smell filled the house. La Toya was up painting her nails and applying make-up. Janet and Randy were running a muck outside the window. I didn't know what the boys were doing...and I didn't care.

Toya: Well hello sleepyhead.
Me: Oh! What time is it?
Toya: 11:00am
Me: Toya! You should have woken me up! Sorry!
Toya: It doesn't matter, I didn't want to interrupt you anyway. You hungry??
Me: Um..a bit.
Toya: Then let's go eat.

We went out the back to where La Toya's mum Katherine was setting up the outdoor table. It was bright and sunny and my stomach kept rumbling. The boys were kicking the soccer ball to eachother. When Michael noticed me, he looked away instantly. I felt horrible. What had I done wrong? Why is he acting like this? Everybody sat down to eat and as I reached for some bacon, so did Michael. We touched hands and he reached for eggs instead.

I was so mad that I started to tear up. I reached into my bag and pulled out some sunglasses to cover up my red eyes. Everybody noticed because I kept wiping tears away. Michael looked upset, but I didn't care. He didn't speak and looked down the whole time. I left that day and when I got home, my family were out. That was great so I could cry without being interupted.

I was really upset. But over the sound of my crying, I heard a knock. I thought it was the mailman, so I walked downstairs without my glasses (I looked pretty bad)and answered the door.

It wasn't the mailman.

It was Michael.

TBC...Thanks to everybody here for voting!   
xoxo

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