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Another Part Of Me - Part 3

"Sooo..." I mumbled. Michael slowly turned to look out of the window. I got up to make a sandwich. Tuna, if you really want to know.

"I...I think you should leave," I said. It wasn't his fault, because, technically, who would want to kiss me? I didn't look my best at that time exactly...
"Look, I..." Michael started to say. "Just please... leave," I asked. Mostly because I was a little embarassed.

"I'm sorry. It doesn't mean..." "Doesn't mean what?" I snapped. "Doesn't mean I don't... I think maybe... Well, would you like to go out somewhere, sometime?" he answered finally. I thought about it. What was there to think about?

"No!" I shouted. "Now please leave my property!"

"But wait, I mean, why not?" asked Michael. "Well don't you think a lotta yourself?" I asked angrily. "NOW GET OFF MY PROPERTY!" Michael hurried back to the limo.

I looked out of the window and watched him leave. "What have I done?" I thought to myself. I said no because I thought he hated me. Now I realised. He didn't.

I wouldn't stand a chance now though, would I?

ONE YEAR LATER - MARCH 1984:

I had moved on. I hadn't spoken to Michael at all. And guess what? I had a new boyfriend!

"Hi, I'm back," said Thomas, carrying two bags with paint and wallpaper in. "You are a star!" I said happily and kissed him on the cheek. "Now we have everything we need! And after we've moved in together, who knows what next?" "I think it could be a lot!" said Thomas and went into the living room. "I just want to make sure I haven't left anything, B," explained Thomas and hurried upstairs. He came downstairs holding a large box. "What's in that?" I asked. "An inflatable bed." "Oh," I frowned. "D'you think we can add that to the charity box?" "Yeah, sure," he replied. "We can't put it in the box, though, it won't fit."

After we'd taken all of the charity items, we went to rent a removal van.
"Thank you!" I took the keys. We drove home.

"Now, help me with the box in the living room, love," I asked. Me and Thomas lifted the boxes into the removal van. "Full van, empty house," I said and climbed into the van. "You drive," I asked. "Nahh..." he replied. "Go on!" I nudged him. "Grr, OK."

On the way there I thought about Michael. Thomas was a little bit like him... but not much. Was it fair to Thomas that I moved in with him? But I couldn't leave him. I'd never get Michael and besides, Thomas didn't do anything wrong.

THREE HOURS LATER:

"OK, everythings unpacked. Now how about a bite to eat," I asked. Thomas unpacked the cooking things and put them in the kitchen. "Oh, no, we've brought no food!" I exclaimed. "I'll go out and get stuff." "No, I'll go, Brit," Thomas offered. "Thanks. Could you?" Thomas ran out of the house. That was a yes, then.

I sat down on the sofa. I plugged in the TV and turned it on. I was switching through the channels when I heard a knock at the door.

I got up to open it. Man, was that sofa comfy!
I opened the door.

"Hello," I greeted. "Hi." "Sorry, who are you?" I asked. "Uh... can I come in?" asked the person at the door. "Not until I know who you are, no!" "OK, then. You mighta heard of me. I'm Janet Jackson. NAW can I come in?!" she asked and pushed past me.

PART 4 COMING SOON!

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