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How it Happened: Billie Jean&Michael*9*2
Second part to Part 9- Aariyan Bumper cars was next. He kept ramming into my car on purpose, making little comments under his breath, smirking. I knew what that meant. So when he wasnâ??t looking, I rammed the front of his car, asking how you like them apples. He said tangy and feisty, so I tried to turn away from him, but at the last minute he had me backed up to the corner in the back. He didnâ??t say anything, just waited for me to come, with my purse. My grandma always taught me not to leave stuff like that out in the opening. Mike was carrying my jacket while I wore his on and off. Once we got back to pushing the buggy, his skinny butt in there now, he looked at the clock sitting by the concession area: Michael: Jenny, itâ??s ten, do you want to get something to eat now. Me: (eager) Sure. So for him not to be â??embarrassedâ?, he decided to jump out of the buggy. He started to walk behind me, pushing the buggy also. He knew he was dead wrong for that, his front being close to my back. But he didnâ??t do anything crazy, just at one random moment, he hugged me from behind. Hereâ??s the description: he leaned down, put his chin on my left shoulder, had his arms under my breast and above by tummy, and squeezed. Not too tight though, it felt so warm, and his face was pressed against mine. For once I looked at him from the corner of my eye, smiling. He did the same and started to kiss me on the cheek and balling up his lipsâ??like people who have no more teeth, nabbing at my ear. We kept leaning to the right. It felt so good, I almost let go of the buggy. Luckily I was capable of hanging on, after he finished, I walked on, grinning. He was close by though, I could sense his presence. I guess his revenge from Horror Haroldâ??s was to squeeze my butt with his finger, and walk around then in front of the buggy, â??cause thatâ??s exactly what he did. Me: (walking forward nonchalantly) Michael: (squeezes my butt cheek, walking away with a fast pace.) Me: (I ranned the heels of his feet over, all he did was turn around grinning.) Cashier: How may I help you two? Michael: Order anything. Me: Iâ??ll pay your half and you pay mine. Michael: But Iâ??ll be broke and you would save a lot. Me: (bumping his hip) Whatever. Um, yes could I get two cotton candies, one pink one blueâ??? Michael: Could we get a super duper large pepperoni also; and a large watermelon smoothie please? Me: (turning to him astonished and shock) How did you know I liked that? Michael: Zoey, and those arenâ??t a bad combination you know? Me: Apparently so. Cashier: Yâ??all both are hilarious (smiling) thatâ??s $16.49. Michael: (subtly touching my arm) I got this, kay? Me: Yeah. I picked out at picnic bench we could sit at. I was watching him as he took the food from the friendly cashier, getting two straws, a bunch of napkins, and a wide smile at me. I looked down in time so he didnâ??t see me watching. Michael: Not a bad spot. Me: Thanks. We said our grace, while holding his hands. We started off with the super duper large pepperoni pizza. He tore it in half. Michael: Are you enjoying yourself Jenny? Me: Very much. (I got quiet after that. While he was eating his large half, I tilted my head to the right. He munched like anyone else. He looked down at his pizza like anyone else. And he held it like anyone else. I couldnâ??t help giggling a little) Michael: (Heâ??s raising his eyes to catch me starting at him.) Just canâ??t get enough can you? Me: Pleeeaaasse! Michael: (giving me a warm smile anyway, so I did the same) We were eating again and he stopped me. Me: What is it? Michael: You got a little tomato sauce on you cheek. (Grabbing a napkin, wiping the sauce off of my right cheek; we were sitting across from each other.) Me: (smiling) Michael: (smiling) We hesitated a little to sip from the same drink. Me: Itâ??s okay, I donâ??t mind. Michael: Okay. It was such a comedy, us leaning over to each other, and then leaning down to a smoothie! He held my hands, looking up at me grinning, me grinning back. Finally we sat back up. Both: Ouuw, brain freeze! (laughing and holding temples) We actually finished the smoothie and had the cotton candy left, which was our dessert for later on. Michael: I really want to test my strength with the mallet at Ring the Bell. Wanna do that quickly before we go? Me: Yeah (squeezing his butt subtly) letâ??s see what your little scrawny butt can do with the mallet. Michael: (Getting face-to-face with me, holding me close) But you donâ??t know what I may be capable of doing to more than a mallet. (Biting his lip) Me: (biting my lip) A Caucasian man that was a little hefty in his early sixties asked us if we wanted a shot with the mallet. We said sure. I went up there in front of a crowd of people, slinging the mallet across my shoulder, hitting the bouncy surface. The categories were: Kitten; Pussy Cat (lols Iâ??m slow but innocent); Kat; Big Kat; Canâ??t Touch Me! I swunged with all my might, making it to Kat. I still heard a muffled giggle from Michael because of what came before â??Katâ?. Me: (I turned aroundâ?? my hand on my right hip, the mallet in my left hand, smirking at Mike, leaning my head to the right.) Oh grow up Mike. (He knows I canâ??t keep a laugh in forever. So I ended up despite of myself.) Michael looked at me, then the old man, wiggled his booty like he was at bat or bowling, stood like I did, and brought the ball that was on the pivot board all the way to You Canâ??t Touch Me! I was so proud of him, I ranned up to him, giving him a big hug, both of us nearly collapsing with that heavy mallet in his hand. Old Man: Okay, Little Lady, you are able to get these. (They were cartoon bobble heads of Walt Disney.) Me: Which one do you want me to get Mike? Michael: Whichever one you want. (I decided to go with Goofyâ??s son, Max. Max was dressed up as a clown, obviously his dad had put him up to it, and so he was half smiling, half frowning.) I like that one Babe. Me: (turning around, eyes wide) Michael: Did I just say that out loud? Me: (nodding, trying to hide my smile) Michael: (he shied away from me then) Old Man: Sir, you can get these big bears if you like. Michael: How many? Old Man: Two. Michael: Okayâ?¦ (observing) could I get Betty Boop, her in the seventies. And Popeye the Sailor with the can of spinach and the little pipe sticking out his mouth. (The old man couldnâ??t help his self, he kept laughing and so did Michael. He even let me get another bobble head since Mike got two prizes.) Both: Thank you Old Man: No thank you, you two youngsters. By the time we left, we learned the manâ??s name was Earl Burning. I couldnâ??t go back in the buggy because of all of the stuff piled p now. Michael was turning into the old me. The way I first acted around him. I knew what was on his mind, him calling me babe. Before you know it, itâ??ll be baby, then honey, then I love you, marry me, I doâ?¦ I pushed the buggy while he was on the side, his hand along the top sides of the buggy, walking straight forward. I felt special to know he would feel shy around me because he was attracted. When I was going to break the silence, Michael saidâ?¦ Michael: Before we go, do you want to take some pictures in the little booth. Me: Sure, Iâ??ll pay and sit this stuff right by the curtain. (So we did, the booth cost $2.00, two copies, one for free.) The first one, we did the normal smile, his arm around my shoulder, mine around his. Then we cuddled close together. We looked mad and made scary expressions. Then we acted silly, he propped me on his lap, leaning back looking crazy, he crossed his eyes (show off! I canâ??t lol), looking creepy yet hilarious. As we were stepping out, Michael said he thought about tricking me into bending down and missing one of the pictures with my butt only showing. I gently punched his arm laughing. Then we got the warm little photosâ?? one for me, one for him. We didnâ??t have to walk too far out, because the photo booth wasnâ??t too far from the parking lot. The buggy storage was out in random spots in the parking lot. As we were walking deeper into it Michael askedâ?¦ Michael: Did you have fun? Me: (stopping, getting his attention) It was amazing. (I hugged his waist very tight, he started gagging for breath. Me looking up at him, still holding him with some grip) Sorry. Michael: (kissed me on my forehead) Itâ??s okay. He was pushing now, me standing close by. He walks up to this car, which I realize it as a Mercedes Benz. It all came to me, he said when we left the coffee shop he had a Mercedes too. I guess to limo driver dropped us off, someone here in Michaelâ??s car, and the driver drove whoever back to wherever. Mike knew I was figuring this entire out, so thatâ??s why he had this huge grin on his face. Hoped you like please vote! :)!
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