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Diamond In The Rough (part1) ByMyaNekol
Sup and here is something new that i've decided to do. This is my second story so tell me what ya think under, "MyaN's New Story" on mjsite. I hope you enjoy it. ________________________________________________________________ It was a night slower than the usual. But a man dressed up in all black walked in. He seemed a little scared or paroniod. He hid his face repeatedly. It's normal to have crackheads come in at this time of night. Jarome: We always get the the damn crakheads on Saturdays don't we? Me: *(rolling my eyes in silence)* Jarome: You hear me talking Ilyana, *(sighing)* You know what i'll deal with you later. Go get his order. Another long day of work. I really wish I could punch the crap out of Jarome right now, but he's the "man" the "provider". Without him I'd be out of a job, and a place to stay. Man I can't wait until I finish college. Only 2 more years to go. Me: Hello, What would you like? Crackhead: Thats a relief. The restuarants all down this block had such rude service. But you really just brightened my night. Me: Gees, thank you. What would you like? Crackhead: Um...... The Chicken, with cheese potatoes please. *(staring at me)* GREAT, he's staring at my chest. The first nice crackhead of the day and he has the audacity to stare at my chest. It doesn't faze me much. It happens on a reagular here at " Lil' Rome' ." Me:*(continuing to write his order)* Would you mind not staring at my breasts, Thanks. Crackhead:*(giggling)* No it's just I was trying to figure out the pronunciation of your name. Uh, Ilyana? Me: Sorry it's just i'm so used to people.... Crakhead: *(smiling)* Don't worry Ilyana. I would'nt hurt you. Jarome: Damn Ily. Hurry yo ass up and tell me his order! Jarome just ruined it. He's such a rude idiot. I walk into the back to hand Jarome the order since he is the cook. I give him a stank look as I walk away. Jarome: Ilyana get your ass ova here! I don't know your problem but your not gonna disrespect me. *(grabbing my face)* LOOK at ME! Me: Stop Jarome, we have a customer!! Jarome: Idon't give a damn bitch. Me: STOP. LET GO OF ME!!! Jarome he slapped me and I fell to the floor. He such a flithy bastard. I just shake my head in anger. What am I supossed to do. Jarome: What you shaking your stupid-ass for? Whatcha gone do? Huh. Me: What is wrong with you tonight? When I looked up Jarome ahd blistering anger in his eyes. Darn, i never talk back i don't know why i did jst now. This is just not my day. He snatched me from of the gorund and pulled my face close to his. Jarome: I will beat the shit out of you if you EVA talk to me like that again. Got it? Me:*(soflty)* Yes. Jarome: Now take that crakhead his shit. He pushed me back down to the floor again and I was so ashamed. I took the order and walked to booth 4 with the chicken and potatoes. Crakhead: Thank you. Are you alright? Me: Yes. But would you like ato-go box it's closing time. Jarome: Naw girl you stay and clean, and lock up the place. I'm outta here. *(running up to Jarome)* Me: I don't have a key, where would I sleep tonight? Jarome: Back the hell up. If its such a big deal just sleep on the porch. Hell, thats where your stuff will be. I'm putting yo mexican ass out. Me: Not tonight Jarome I have alot of studying to do. Please not again. Jarome: Whateva. I'll think about it. And make sure that crackhead pays. *(storms out the door)* I close my eyes to hold back tears. Its going to be alright. I just smile and walk back to table 4. Crackehead: you have a beautiful smile. Your so stong. Did he,......... hit you? Me: Yes. It's okay though. I'm fine Crackhead: No it isn't. *(lifting my chin)* If you need a place to stay, I have plenty of room. Me: But don't you live on the streets? Your a ....... a crackhead, right? Crackhead: Gees, no one's ever called me that. Me: *(laughing)* I'm so sorry. I didn't know. *(rubbing the spot where JHarome hit me)* Crackhead: Your definetly coming with me. Me: But I don't know even know you. Crackehead: I'm Michael Jackson. Now hurry I think your friend is still out there. Me: *(in shock)* Michael Jackson? M..M... Michael Jackso.... Michael: Hurry, come on! He grabbed my hand and led us out back door. And he took me to a sleek deep black bently. Jarome, is looking at me from afar. I wonder if he knows it's me. Jarome: Ily? Ilyana? Ilyana! He slowly walking over. I go ahead and get into the bently. I see Jarome's face and he is pissed off at the fact that I'm finally running away from him! HAHAHA! Michael puts his hand on my thigh as we speed off. This is so much like a dream. Slow Down Michael!!!!!! _____________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading. i know this one is a little boring but some bangin stuff is going to happen in this story. This is dedicate dot the awesomest, MICHAEL JACKSON! Alrighty then, I won't post another until this story recieves 7+ plus votes. Thank you so much. I hope you Enjoyed it. -MyaNekol 0_o
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