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Surprise Me (Part2) {REAL} By MyaNekol
Sup everyone! I hope this story gets better, and soon! I think you'll like it once I get it started you know? But N-T-Ways, here is Part 2 to Surprise Me {REAL}! I hope you Enjoy! ________________________________________________________________ Michael went to the Grammys with Madonna! It was great! People were curious as to why they were together. If they had a little relashonship going, and all this crazy stuff. It was a great night for them. Plus! I kept my job! Michael let the mishap with with Kellie slide and I kept my job. But my sister Kellie was pissed. For the last month and half shes been telling me to quit that job, but it pays very good money and I have perty good hours. Theres no way I'm quitting, sorry sis! *smiles* In the end, I'm glad Kellie did'nt go with Michael to the Grammys. She's my younger sister and theres no way I'm going to let her get hurt. I just feel like it's my duty to take care of her even though she's dang near grown. ~~~~~Two months later~~~~~ My day off! I'm relaxing at my house with Kellie while watching re-runs of A Different World. Me: I'm bored.... I've seen this episode like a gajillian times! Lets go to the mall! Kellie: I think not. I'm jobless and cripled! I'm not going anywhere! Me: Come on Kellie, it's not like your paralyzed. Kellie: And? Whats that mean? Me: Watch that little stank attitude kid. Kellie: Yeah, whatever. Kellie had twisted her ankle, in like the tinyest way. Shes so overdramatic. Me: You need to get out of the house and do stuff. Thats what the doc reccomended anyways.... Kellie: *hesitant* Fine. Just because you got me to quit the escorting business, and you convinced me to move in with you does'nt mean your suddenly in charge of me, okay? Me: Fine, but don't forget, I'm still your older sister. Lets go to the mall! Kellie and I got into the car and headed off. All down the highway we blasted the latest music on the radio and messed around until we pulled up at the Mall. The moment I found a good parking spot I got a call on my celly phone. Me: Hello? Michael: I need you here right now Courtney. Me: Are you sure? It's my day off remember? Michael: Oh yeah....Darn, I'm really sorry but there are some important papers you need to look over, like today. Me: *thinking* I guess your right but, is there no one else who could- Michael: No, Courtney, no one. *sigh* Me: Alright Mr. Jackson I'll be there in a sec. Michael: How long is that? A "sec"? Me: *aggitated* The shortest "sec" in the world Mr. Jackson. Is that good? Michael: Yeah, alright hurry! Bye! I glance over at Kellie and by the stank attitude written all over her face I knew she had heard my converstaion with Michael. Kellie: If your going over to that "Man In The Cracked-Up Mirror" guy's house then take me home. Me: You Love that song Kellie stop fronting. Kellie: Whatever, I just don't wanna ever see him again. Me: *mumbling* He doesn't want to see you either. Kellie: You won't believe what that nigga said to me! I pulled off from the Mall listening to Kellie rave on and on about how Michael is this and that. Frankly it was annoying but I decided to take the long way home, and just as I suspected she fell asleep. With that I headed off to MJ's house all the way across town. I pull up and Michael comes jogging towards my car door. Michael: Your way past a "sec" you know.... Me: *smiling* Sorry... Michael: It's fine just. Come on into the house. Wait, do you have a guest with you? *looking in my backseat* Me: Aaa, it's nobody you wanna see. Michael: Aw, she has cast on her ankle. Lets get her out of the car and take her up to a bed. Me: *dumbfounded* Um, don't you know who that is? Michael: Sombody who needs help, and thats all that matters. I can be a gentleman when I need to be, you know. Me: If you say so.... Michael: I'll take her to the bedroom, and you go ahead and sort the paper work in the back office, okay. Me: Um, yes sir. I was shocked that Michael would be nice to her after the whole fiasco but I don't feel too okay with Michael being alone with Kellie. She's my younger sister. Then again, Michael is a very nice guy, he's trustworthy. Without saying another word he gently took her from my car and carried her all the way into his home and up the stairs. I went straight to my office and got to work. He must know what he's getting himself into. Kellie can be a real handful. Kellie's P.O.V. Me: *yawn* Courtney? Michael: no it's Michael. Me: *sarcastically* Oh, just great... Michael: Well, Hi to you too little lady. Look at him, he's acting all smug and friendly. Like I'm not supossed to hate him or something. Well, I do! He trys to touch my hand and when I pull it away he giggles. Me: What do ya think your doing? Michael: *smiling* Trying to touch your hand. Is that a crime? Me: Yes, actually it is. I do not want some strange man touching me. Michael: Strange man huh? I think I deserve that. Me: Yeah, and theres a lot more that you desreve. Michael: And I bet your gonna tell me. Right? I made a scowled smile at him. He's got some never as he sits at the edge of the bed and just looks at me. Completely ignoring him I get up and limp around the room, admiring it's perty interiour design and furnishings. Michael: My mother used to limp you know. Me: *not really caring* Oh, I did'nt know.... Michael: So Kellie how have you bee- Me: No, no, no. Don't start tryna make small talk? I'm a prostitute remember? A skank, A whore, A streetwalker, A homewreker, A- Michael: *giggles* I get it, your not really any of those things. It was a just a mistake. A little misunderstanding. It Really was. Me: *nudging his shoulder* If it was a mistake why don't apoligize? Michael: *smiling* Your a feisty girl, huh? Michael is one smooth guy i must admit. I think I just may know his game, and I like it. But I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing that I do. Not yet at least. Me: Still waiting on that apology buck-O... Michael: I'm sorry, I am really sorry Kellie, Better? Me: Yeah I guess. Spontaneously Michael reaches over and engulfs me in a big hug. Instead of pulling away and giving him a fuss, I hug back. Uh, HEAVENS! While we hug I notice that he smells really good! Like a blissful dream douced in the finest most exotic scent of soft manliness I could ever imagine. (if thats even possible) And his hair! Even better than mine. Seriously... Then he speaks these words into my ear: Michael: I don't know very much about you Kellie, but I really hope.... well... forget it. Me: No, don't forget it. What? Michael: Come with me. He took me to the restroom and stood behind me. Me: What is this all about Michael? Michael: Just bare with me here. I want you to tell me about yourself but don't look at me. Me: Why can't I loo- Michael: *smiles* Just don't. Me: *sigh* Okay. For about half an hour Michael and I just stood in the bathroom, looking at the mirror and telling stories about our lives. And then we got physical. Nothing bad though! We just tickled each other. Michael: *laughing* Ah! HAHAHA! Me: *laughing* Stop it crazy! *!shriek!* Ah! *laughing* Haha! Stop it! Stop! Suddenly Courney busts through the door yelling and fussing! Courtney: Get off of her! Get off of my sister! Me: It's alright Court! We were just- Courtney: No! I know what yall were doing! and it ain't happening! Not when I'm here, Not when I'm gone, and NEVER AGAIN! Courtney must be confused. Michael and I were'nt doing anything at all! Courtney grabbed my arm and began pushing me forward and then out the door. Courtney: I thought you hated him you lying little....OOO!!! Me: COURTNEY!!!! Michael: Courtney I can explain if- Courtney: No! there is no explaining, MR. JACKSON! How could you? With my sister! UH! Michael: Wait Courtney, what about the paperwork?!? Courtney ignored Michael as she pulled me to the car, disregarding my twisted ankle and the pain she was putting me through. I heard her mumbling things like: Courtney: *mumbles* I don't give damn about no fucking paperwork bitch! Finally when we reached the car she screamed at the top of her lungs: I QUIT BASTARD! And that was where it all begun. That was the past and now things are even worse. The tables had dramatically turned. I was the center piece, Courney was the hunter, and Michael was the deer. Wait, you must not know yet. Well, let me tell you everything... ________________________________________________________________ Thanks for reading. I know I'm a bit rusty but I think somebody will end up liking this one. Hopefully. *smiles* Thanks again and vote as you please, I would like at least 10+ votes if your wondering though. Thanks! -MyaNekol 0_o
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