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Taken for Granted (Part 12)
Hi welcome back to my story! If any of you want to comment to me or about my story dont be afraid to. Id like to dedicate this to y'all and Michael Jackson. ENJOY!!! ----------------------------------------------------------------- 4 years later... Its 1988 I'm still living in Germany with Kalvin. Whenever he's out doing business or out of the country at all, Richard and i have "fun" together. Technically he and i werent dating, we were just having an affair basically. We decided not to have sex at all just in case someone walked in on us. Cuz then Richard would get fired and i have no clue how Kalvin would treat me. Kalvin got rid of all types of media anywhere from the house. Which includes, TV, magazines, newspapers, etc so i wouldnt be seeing Michael while i was here. I bet after 4 years Michael has forgotten about me by now. Kalvin was out of town and, although i wanted Richard and i to spend time together, he had to go on some errands. Richard: Dont worry i'll be back soon, love. I liked it when he called me "love." Me: Ok. Richard: I'll be back no later then 5. Me: Alright. Bye Richie. Richard: Goodbye darling. *kisses me and leaves* It was only 12:30 and i had the entire house to myself. All of the employees (not including Richard) were at a funeral for one of the employees who committed suicide. So they wont be back until Richard got home. I was incredibly bored. But it did give me a chance to do some painting. I hated it when someone was looking over my shoulder while i was working on a picture. I looked everywhere for some paper and finally found some in Kalvin's study. As i was thinking up something that i should paint the doorbell rung. I had to run down 3 flights of stairs to get it and when i opened the door there was a man standing in front of me that i had never seen before. But when he saw me he lit up. He looked like this:http://i839.photobucket.com/albums/zz313/m3lately/Michael-Jackson-Photograph-C1010191.jpg Man: HARPER!! *hugs me* Me: Um hello? Can i help you? Man: *lets go of me* Dont you recognize me? Me: Um no...If i did we'd be catching up on old times. But i have no idea who you are. Man: WHAT! Im in the news and in the magazines all the time! Me: There isnt any type of media around here. Man: Why? Me: Cuz i needed to forget someone while im staying here. Man: *curious* Who? Me: Like im gonna tell you! I dont even KNOW you! Man: Yes you do! Me: No i dont! Man: Yuh huh! Me: Nuh uh! This kept going on for 5 minutes until i decided to change it. Me: So if you THINK that i know you, then who the hell are you? Man: Its me! Me: That tells me nothing. Man: *scoffs* I was gonna finish! Me...Michael...Jackson...ring a bell? Me: Ya i know that name but you arent him. MCTBM (aka "man claiming to be Michael): Yes i am! Me: *sarcastically* Really? MCTBM: Ya. Me: Prove it. MCTBM: Ok your name is Harper Jones. Me: Duh! You could have looked that up in the phone book. MCTBM: Fine. We met in 1983. Me: What day? MCTBM: January 5th. Me: Lucky guess. Where? MCTBM: Your house in Oklahoma City. Me: HA! I dont live in Oklahoma City. I live here. MCTBM: But you DID live in OKC. Me: Ya. MCTBM: My point exactly. Me: You know what youre not Michael Jackson. Youre just a stalker. MCTBM: No im not. Me: Yes you are. You can leave now when youre ready. Goodbye. I close the door and turned around and started walking away. Of course i forgot to lock the door so it flies back open and "Michael" comes inside. Me: What the hell are you doing! Get the f**k out of my house! MCTBM: Thats what you said to me when we first met. Me: Get out seriously! *walks away* MCTBM: I took Brooke Shields to the Grammys. Me: You could have just turned on the damn TV. Now get out! MCTBM: Your friend Ann had sex with my brother Marlon. *follows me* Me: Im not listening! *covers ears* MCTBM: You didnt like my music when we first met. Me: LA LA LA LA LA! I cant hear you! MCTBM: You paint. Me: *whistles loudly* MCTBM: You used to work at McDonalds. Me: *ignoring him* MCTBM: Your parents were killed in a plane crash. Me: *slaps him across the face and walks away* MCTBM: And... you broke up with your boyfriend Steve because he was cheating on you with his wife of 5 years. I stop in my tracks. I told Ann, Megan, Kalvin, and Michael about that. Nobody else. How could the man know that? It couldnt have been him. Could it? Me: *turns aroud* Howd you know that? MCTBM: Because you told me on the phone. June 13th 1983. Me: Oh my God... You are Michael. I faint. He looked nothing like the Michael i knew. He had long curly hair. A small nose. And most importantly white skin. My Michael had short hair, a fairly larger nose, and black skin. What happened to my Michael?! I woke up on the couch in the living room and see Michael standing over me. Michael: Hi Harper. *smiles* Youre awake now. Me: Michael. Is it you? Is it REALLY you? Michael: Yes. Me: You changed. Michael: I know. Me: Why? Michael: Well when you left in 1984 my hair burned off when i was shooting a Pepsi commercial with my brothers. Me: Oh my God. Michael: This is a wig. And i got plastic surgery on my nose cuz i wanted it a little bit smaller. Me: Woah. Michael: And my skin, well, i got a disease called "vitiligo" which makes patches in my skin white and i cant do anything about it. And i use makeup to even it out. Me: Im sorry if i offended you in any way by how i reacted. Michael: Its ok. Ive missed you. Me: *looks down* Ive missed you too. Michael: Whats wrong? Arent you happy to see me? ---------------------------------------------------------------- What did you think! I hope youre glad that Michael is finally back in the story. I hope you arent insulted when i said all those things about Michael. But I really dont hate Michael. This is only a story. Some of the things i write in here arent gonna mean that i agree with them too. PLZ VOTE! I want at least 10 like always. See ya later. BYE!!!
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