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Another Part Of Me - Part 5

I sat back down on the sofa. I can't believe I'd just said that! But I thought, Thomas is the perfect guy for me. I don't need Michael. Just as I turned the TV back on, I heard someone come into the house. "Who is it?" I called. Thomas ambled into the living room carrying about 10 bags of shopping. "How did you... you must have cleared out the convenience!" I chuckled. I got up and took a few bags from Thomas. "I'll take these in the kitchen," I said. I packed all of the shopping. "Now there's a bite to eat!" I giggled. Just as I was about to make a sandwich, Thomas twirled me round violently and gave me a passionate kiss.

We'd stood there for about three minutes, kissing when the phone rang. I pulled away and started walking to the phone. "No, it'll be something stupid," said Thomas, pulled me into the living room, and began to kiss me again. "Thom," I complained. "I need air!" Thomas pulled me to him. "THOMAS! I SAID LET GO OF ME!" I cried. "Let's go upstairs!" he said breathlessly. "Oh, I have an idea," I said to him. "Let's NOT!" "Oh come on, baby, I have needs," he protested. I slapped him in the face. "SO DO I! ONLY MINE IS PEACE!" I cried. He stood there stunned and I ran up to the bedroom. "I wish I had chosen Michael," I sobbed to myself. "Thomas practically raped me! Well, he tried to."

The phone rang again.

I answered the one in the bedroom. "Who... is it?" I asked trying nt to cry. "What's wrong?" said the voice on the other end of ther line. "Nothin'. Awkward relationship and all that. Who is it, anyhow?" "Michael." "What?" "Michael?" "Michael Jackson?" "Who is this?" he asked. "Sorry, who is this?" I replied. "Is that Britney Summers?" "Yes. Is that Michael Jackson?" "Yeah." "Can you come over?" I asked. "We need to talk." "Sure," he replied nervously. I told him my new address and hung up.

I went downstairs. "Thomas, would you just... can you just go out for a half-hour?" I asked. "Are you still in a mood?" He asked. I raised my hand to slap him again when he agreed, "Oh, OK. Half an hour. And don't have any men round here." I giggled nervously. "Of course not, Thomas. Of course I wouldn't."

After Thomas had left, I set about with a duster trying to make everything look perfect. Finally I heard the doorbell. "Sh*t that was quick!" I exclaimed. I hadn't had time to get changed yet. "Just a minute!" I shouted and ran upstairs.

I looked around for a wardrobe when I realised there wasn't one. Everything was in the spare room waiting to be sorted out. I ran in there and scrambled for the clothes. I found a box of clothes, then looked and detected they were Thomas's. I desperately threw things around, but the more I looked the more far away they seemed.

I searched and searched, and eventually I saw a bag with a coathanger sticking out. "Please... Please..." I whispered to myself as I had a look in the bag. They were my clothes. I scrabbled around for my black dress and necklace, and it took me about 15 minutes to find them. I forgot Michael was waiting at the door.

I ran into the bedroom with the clothes. I looked at the wall and paused to look. It looked bare without my MJ posters! I quickly got a few out to look at. I put them on the bed and I pulled the dress on quickly and ran downstairs.

I opened the door. "Sorry about that!" I exclaimed. "Wow. You look beautiful!" he complemented. "Can I come in?" "Yeah. Sure!" Michael stepped in. "Sit down," I told him. "Can I just use your tiolet?" he asked. "Yeah sure. Third door on the left." Michael thundered upstairs and I sat down. I realised - I'd left the MJ Posters in the bedroom and I had the door open! I'd look like some sort of stalker! Without thinking I hurried upstairs. Michael was sitting on the bed looking at the posters. I ran in and took them off him. "I'm not a stalker!" I shouted quickly. Michael laughed. "I know!" I sat down. "They're from ages ago..." "Yeah right!" I chuckled. "You should be flattered!" I said. "I am," he replied. There was a pause. I shoudn't have after what happened last time, but I...

PART SIX ON THE WAY!

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