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Baby Be Mine
Hi! I'm the maker of Lost Lovers and wanted to make a new story. Please vote and I hope you like. Year: 1988 Name: Grace Mendoza Occupation: Still trying to find one. Age: 24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My dad keeps trying to find ways to get me out of the house. Look, I'm an indoor person. Just the other day he told me there was a sale at Victoria Secret, I told him that I'm not gonna be seducing anyone anytime soon. He shruged and left. Crap like that has been happening all the time lately. I'm like a 10 year old, I live with my dad, won't eat yucky food (Like fruit and brusslesprouts), lives off a diet of coke and m&ms, plays video games, plays with dolls, and most important, a rule of mine. DO NOT GROW UP!!!! You see, my mom died when I was ten and I think that if I act ten things might go back to the way they were when I was ten. Oh yeah, I love Michael Jackson, his music is totally tubular! I listen to BAD all the time and actually had to get another one since I broke my old one. My dad was happy I got out of the house. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~in the record shop~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I walked in and went straight to the MJ section. All the BAD records were out. Crap. I already had Thriller and Off the Wall. I looked up and saw a ad. A ad to work at a place called 'Neverland', it also said to see the cashier. I walked up and felt nervous. I took a deep breath and said: Me: Hello. Um (Looks at cashiers name tag) Ted, I saw a ad to work at a place called 'Neverland'. It said to see you if I was interested. Which I am. Ted: You are the fourth girl to come up and ask. Well, can I have some ID? Me: Sure. (Grabs wallet and gets ID) here you go. Ted: I'll be right back. (Goes to backroom and closes the door) I paced about the front of the register when a guy with a grey hoodie came up. ??: So, you want to work at Neverland? Me: Yes. It sounds interesting. ??: Why? Me: Because Neverland is where Peter Pan is. I'll never grow up there! ??: Thats where Michael Jackson lives. Me: Really? I didn't know that. ??: Have you even heard of him? Me: Oh yes. I love his music. ??: What about the guy behind the music. Do you think he's weird? Me: No. I don't read what they say about him. What I do read I know is fake. ??: What's your name? Me: Grace. What's yours? ??: Um.. Bob. Me: (Holding out my hand to shake his) Nice to me you Bob. Bob: (Shaking my hand) Nice to meet you too. Me: Are you gonna be working at Neverland? Bob: Actually yes. I'll be there. Me: Cool, hopefully if I get to work there, I see you there. You seem nice. Bob: (Laughs) Me: What? Bob: Nothing. Teds back. Me: (Turns around) Hi, so can I work at Neverland?? Ted: I just need you phone number and i'll call you if you got the job. Me: k. Thank you. I walked to the door of the record store and Bob was sitting on the bench right outside the shop. I decided to sit with him. Me: Hi. Bob: Hi. Did you get the job? Me: They'll call me if I get it. Bob: You got the job. Me: Why do you say that? Bob: Because you are the first person all day to have the cashier say ' I'll call you' Me: What'd he tell the others? Bob: No. Me: Yay!!! I gots a job!! Woooo!! Bob: (Laughs) Your excited. Me: Duh! I'm working were Peter Pan is! Where the best musical producer is!! Do you think I'll meet Tinkerbell? Bob: (Smiles) Maybe. Me: Before you ask, I'm not mental. Bob: I never asked that. Me: You were thinking it though. Anyway, I chose to be a kid forever. I look 24 but, I'm a ten year old inside. It's funny when guys'll try to impress me with their tatoos and stuff. I don't understand a single thing they said. Bob: (Giggles) Wow. You are a lot like me. Me: Really? Bob: Yeah. Bob and I talked for hours and he was becoming my friend. We had a whole lot in common. We both liked video games, ice cream, cartoons, water balloon fights, don't get adults, etc. I left two hours later. Me: Well, I got to go. Bob: Aw, well, I'll see you at Neverland? Me: Yep. Bob: (Hugs me) see you on Monday. Me: Ok. See you then I got up and went home. On the way I was thinking about Bob's voice, it sounded soo fimilar and I couldn't put my finger on it. I got home and dad was worried as any dad would be. It was dinner and so I told him everything that happened. Dad: So, you made a friend. Me: Yeah. He is exactly like me. Ten years old... On the inside. Dad: And a job? Me: Yeah! At the bestest place in the universe! Neverland!!! Dad: (Chokes) Did you say Neverland? Me: Yeah! Peter Pans there and Michael Jackson too. There is a zoo and arcade. Dad: You know that Michael Jackson has kids there all the time. Me: I know that's sooo sweet! Dad: And creepy. Me: Dad, be nice. I start on Monday. Dad: How do you know? Me: Im gonna get a call. Bob told me. Dad: So, Bob. Do you, you know? Me: Think he's nice? Yes. Dad: No! Like like him? Me: No!! I only like him. (2 likes ment boyfriend girlfriend. I like meant as a friend) Dad: Well, by the way you've been talking about him I only assumed... Me: Dad, don't worry. Boys are gross. Dad: Im a boy. Me: Every boy exept you. We finished eating, and I went into my room and crashed. Be outside for over 3 hours makes me sleepy. I drifted off to the sound of wind... Thank you! Please vote!:)
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