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Made me Better--15
Hey guys i didnt stay away to long but long enough for me to make a good part lol HOPE you enjoy it :^) ???: (reaching hand out) Hiâ?¦itâ??s me Derek. Me: (shockedâ?¦shaking his hand) Hey Derek, how are you doing. Derek: (smiling) Iâ??m doing great actuallyâ?¦I know youâ??re a little surprisedâ?¦and a little scared. Me: Yeah, just a little bit--- Chris: Mommyâ?¦Mommy. Me: what is it Christopher? Chris: I have to go potty. Me: Ummm, Iâ??m sorry Derek, (picking Chris up)but I have to go. Derek: (smiling) Itâ??s fine I understandâ?¦ Iâ??m gonna be a father of two very soon. Me: (super shocked) REALLYâ?¦CONGRATULATIONS. Derek: Yupâ?¦but I see your busy so (writing on a piece of paper) Here is my number give me a call and we can met up sometime. Michelle: Mommy I have to potty too. Me: (rolling my eyes) Ughhâ?¦well ok Iâ??ll call you. When me and the kids left the store I was so shocked to run into Derek. He really looked different, he seemed better. I just wished the kids didnâ??t have to go to the bathroom because I wanted to know how life was going for him. Well now that I have his number Iâ??ll call him one day. I put the number in my pocket and left the store. When I pulled up the kids were sleep. Me: (taking key out of ignition) come on guys you gotta wake up. Chris: Michelleâ?¦mommy said get up. Michelle: (whining) Me: (unbuckling Chelle seat belt) Oh be quite little girl. Michael: Hey donâ??t tell my princess to be quiteâ?¦(taking her out of my arms) Come here baby girl. Me: (holding Chrisâ?¦smiling/kissing Michael) Hey baby Michael: (kissing me back) hey Me: I thought you were at the studio with the guys. Michael: I got back earlyâ?¦ what did you guys get. Me: Haâ?¦more like what did they get--- Chris: Mommy met a ----- Me: Chris you and your sister go play in the back. Michelle: Mommy who is Der--- Me: Chelle go with your brother (giving her a look) NOW!! Michael: (walking outside with me to get the bags) So who did you met? Me: (handing him a bag) Nobodyâ?¦just an old friend. Michael: (both of us walking back to the house) Oh thatâ??s funnyâ?¦ you ran into Janelle? Me: (in our room) Noâ?¦ another friend. Michael: (acting more nosey) Who? Me: (taking off my jacketâ?¦the number falls out) Michael, sweetie just a high school friend, stop worrying. Michael: (bending down to pick up the paperâ?¦opening it) what is this. Me: (putting the things upâ?¦checking jacket pocket) *thinking* (oh shit here we go) Whatâ??s, what? Michael: (reading it) Who is Derek Lauren? Me: Oh Derek, heâ??s my old friend that I met today. Michael: Derekâ?¦Derek that name sound familiarâ?¦ (angry) you mean the Derek who was gonna kill you like 4 years ago. Me: (going down stairs, with Michael right behind me holding that damn numberâ?¦now in the kitchen) Yeah Michael that Derekâ?¦Why? Michael: (looking real serious) You cant be seriousâ?¦Why? ... because he almost killed you and heâ??s an asshole thatâ??s (sarcastically) WHY!! Me: (irritated) Why are you so angry about thisâ?¦its just a numberâ?¦you act like im gonna call him. Michael: (yelling) If your not then why do you have his number, huh? Me: Michael please donâ??t yell at me okâ?¦and I didnâ??t think about it like thatâ?¦what was I going to do throw it away in front of his face. (walks away) Michael: (grabbing my arm) come here, Iâ??m not done talking to you. Me: (trying to snatch away) Michael your hurting me. *SCREAM* We both lookedâ?¦ Told you it was going to get just a little betterâ?¦HOPE I didnâ??t keep you waiting to long for the story. *be sure to pass my story around to other fellow MJ writers* thanks HOPE--Kylay
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