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1991 lovers part 4
So the next day I got dressed wearing navy blue skinny jeans, a neon green tank top, and black high tops, I waited for MJ to show up at my house when he did I walked out of my house and got in his car. MJ: Damn girl Me: What? MJ: youâ??re very bright today Me: (giggling) Thank you MJ: So, are you sure you and Mike are cool, youâ??re not pretending? Me: No Iâ??m not pretending weâ??re cool MJ: Alright He backed out of my driveway; the ride there was pretty quiet. I was playing with the tips of my hair waiting to get there, when we got there I saw this tall woman standing next to Michael talking. I got out of MJâ??s car and followed him inside, but Michael pulled me to the side. Michael: (smiling) hello, youâ??re very bright today Me: (smiles) thanks Michael: Iâ??d like you to meet Naomi Campbell Me: (I looked at Naomi and smiled) Michael: Naomi this is Kelly Naomi: I remember you telling me about her, itâ??s nice to meet you Kelly (She put on a fake smile) Me: You too Michael: Iâ??ll let you two talk, Iâ??ve gotta talk to Mike anyways (he walked inside) Naomi was still looking at me, her smile changed to anger. She backed me up against the wall and got in my face. Naomi: Listen here Kelly, you left Michael, and you left your little Stormi too. What would make you think Michael would want you back anyways? I know he hates you, you left Stormi when she was a baby she never got to know who her mother is Me: What the fuck?! Why the hell does it matter to you? Naomi: Because, Michael and your little precious Stormi are going to be mine, youâ??re a worthless woman; the press was right about yo- Me: (I slapped her in the face) shut the hell up Naomi: Make me Me: You want me to make you?! (I was starting to get pissed) Naomi: Iâ??d like to see mess with me Me: Girl you have no clue who you just pissed off I tackled her into a thing of tin trash cans and we were rolling around slapping, clawing, punching, and sometimes biting each other. I had a cut across my cheek from one of her stupid rings. I didnâ??t realize that the strap of my tank top was ripped and hung off my shoulder. So I ripped her shirt and she was still slapping me, so to get her to quit I punched her in the face leaving her in a daze. I got up off her and walked inside. MJ and Michael looked at me and MJ walked up to me. MJ: Do I even Me: Naomiâ?¦ Michael: What about her? (walks up) Me: we settled an argumentâ?¦. Michael: I can see that your cheek is bleeding. Come here (he grabbed my wrist and walked with me over to the sink) Me: Mike itâ??s fine, nothing big Michael: (pressing a damp cloth against the cut) Itâ??s not fine, you got hurt. Do you mind explaining to me what happened? Me: alright, well Naomi had me up against the wall and started talking shit about how you were going to take her over me, and Iâ??m a worthless girlfriend and mother for leaving you twoâ?¦and well I lost it from there Michael: Wellâ?¦(takes the cloth of my face) Naomi can be a witch- Me: Bitch Michael: whatever (he grinned at me) sheâ??s even been one towards me Me: (I smiled a little) Michael: (looks at my tank top then looks back at me) Iâ??ll let you borrow one of my shirts, come with me I followed him to a changing room I saw little Stormi talking to MJ. Michael handed me one of his white shirts. Michael: Here, keep it Me: Againâ?¦thank you Michael Michael: (Smiles) your welcome Me: alright look away Michael: Why? Me: Michael Michael: oh alright (he turned around) So I took of my tank top, you could see my curves and my abs well. I put on Michaelâ??s shirt and I looked back at him, I didnâ??t realize there was a mirror in the room. Cause I saw Michael looking in it at me. I smiled and walked out of the room with him behind me. Michael: Come on, I just had to peek Me: whatever (I grinned) Stormi: (Runs over to me and hugs my leg) hi Kewwy Me: Hi Stormi (I smiled at her) Stormi: (looks at Michael) Daddy Michael: Yeah? Stormi: Can she come ova for dinner? Michael: (grins) of course I smiled, we started talking and little Stormi was telling me a story about how she scared Michael. Michael just shook his head trying to tell me he didnâ??t get scared but I just laughed cuz I knew he got scared. We were laughing when Michael stopped, I stopped, then little Stormi did. Me: Mike what is it? Naomi: Michael, can I talk with you? To be continued...
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