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Kimberly's Love: Her Secret Life Pt.4
*Here's part 4. Hope everyone is enjoying it!!! -Alexa* Michael: Kim? Me: Hmm? Michael: Can I tell you something? Me:Ummm..............Ok. Michael: Uh, er, do you wanna go to the fair with me? Me: Um, sure. One, that isn't 'telling' me something that's asking me something. Second, won't everybody- Michael: Don't worry, we'll wear disguises. And I know that was asking you something. Me: Ok. Sure. Michael: Great. Goodnight. Me: Goodnight. *falls asleep* (yes we sleep in the same bed). *Morning* I woke up to Michael singing 'Ben' which almost made me fall back asleep. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. Michael came out with a towel around his waist. I almost fainted but I kept my cool. Michael: *startled* Oh, you're up. *blushes* Me: *sarcastic* What a great way to say 'Good morning'. Michael: Sorry. Good morning. Me: 'Morning. *getting up* My turn. I took a shower and thought that I saw Michael peeking through the door while I was getting dressed. I came out and Michael went bug-eyed. Michael: Since when did you get those?! (referring to my breasts) Me: *playfully* Since when have you looked? Michael: Since they became noticeable. Nevermind. Should we go down to eat. *walks out* Me: That was wierd. *Dinner* Katherine: Ok, who wants a chicken breast? Michael: *chokes on his water* Katherine: Are you ok, Michael? Jermaine: I think today he finally noticed Kim's breasts. Me: *chokes on my own water* Don't talk like that in front *cough* of Katie. And so you all have? Boys: *nods thier heads* Yep. Me: Omg. Do you guys have anything better to do instead of stare at my breasts? Marlon: Nope. Michael: Will you guys shut it? Come on, she's basically our sister. And Jermaine, you're getting married!! Katherine: Michael's right Jermaine. And boys, have a little more respect. Latoya & Rebbie: Can we talk to you Kim? Me: Um, ok? They led me to Latoya's room and we sat down. Latoya: How is it that you can get the guys in trouble and we can't? Me: I don't know. Rebbie: Ok, we didn't bring you here to talk about that. Latoya: She's right. We wanted to talk to you about Mike. Me: What about him Rebbie: What about him?! Have you seen the way he has been looking at you? Me: *lying* No. Latoya: Your kidding me. Ever since he got off the plane, he can't stop lookin at you. Me: Guys come on, Latoya: No 'come on' this is serious. Michael: Kimberly, we're gonna be late. Rebbie: Late for what? Michael: We're going to the fair. Latoya: Ooooo. Me: Toya!! I'm coming. *gets up* We went to the fair in our disguises and we had a hard time choosing what to do first. We went to almost everything and then we went on the ferris wheel. Michael: That was so much fun! Me: Yeah. I haven't had that much fun in a while. Michael: Especially for me cuz I haven't been able to do this in 5 years. Thank you for coming with me. When we got to the top Michael's hand snuck over to mine. At first I didn't pay any attention to it until he put his arm around me. A rush of heat ran through my body. What's happening to me?! He is like a brother but, I think I'm falling in love with him. No, I can't be. I had conflicts with myself about if I loved him or not. I finally decided that yes. I was falling in love with him. Me: *looking at him* Michael: *looks at me* I knew we were both thinking the same thing, Michael: *thinking* Omg, man just kiss her!!! Me: Madchen, just kiss him already!!! At the same time we both leaned in for a kiss. As soon as his lips touched mine, I felt an instant spark and so did he. Me: *thinking* Finally. Michael: *thinking* Finally. *I hope you guys enjoyed it!!! -Alexa*
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