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How it Happened: Billie Jean&Michael*17
Aariyan! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Michaelâ?¦ I couldnâ??t believe what happened between me and Jenny. I didnâ??t know she could be so aggressive. One of these days, we wonâ??t be able to hold it in any longer. My whole body was pumping. I was sweating throughout the day, and Michael seemed to multiply that. I tried making sense of the whole thingâ??I didnâ??t want to you know with him because it wasnâ??t right. How romantic would it be in a work place? But the feelings going through me seemed to go faster than pee. When I parked the car again, I noticed I was sweating a little. I wanted so much to wrap my thighs around his. Just thinking of that made me sweat harder, so I went and took a showerâ??skipping everything else. When I woke up, my bed was wet. I decided to wear a sweat shirt with pants. Me: Jenny, you need to ease up. (I said. I already had to wash my bed stuff. Gross!) I know I needed to eat something; and nibbling on a granola bar wouldnâ??t help. I ate some cereal and waited. Just waiting seemed to make me impatient, so I tried to think of me and Michael. Things just seemed so complicatedâ?¦. Michael blew his horn loud and clear, trying to be funny. I ran out the door, and grabbed his arm. Then I pulled him inside the door, shutting it and looking at him, smiling. Me: What are you doing, silly? Michael: Getting your attention. You canâ??t show up in those rags. Me: Well excuse me, (putting hands on hips), how mean of you to say. Then what to change in? Michael: I donâ??t know, something else than that. Put on a tank or something. So I went upstairs and changed into a plaid shirt and some dark blue jeans. When I got back down stairs, I posed at the landing with my hands thrown out, and a wide, smile that would have your jaws sore. Me: Better? Michael: (he looked me over) Much, you could say. Youâ??re going to burn up! Me: Iâ??ll take my chances. And you? Trying to be an average guy in the 80s. Youâ??re shirt is only buttoned on the last two! (I almost slipped and said 70s because Iâ??m watching Soul Train, lol. Plus a Jacksonsâ?? song was on that was new at the time, but I didnâ??t recognize it. And I just saw this girl with long hair with two white gloves and an Army kinda thing onâ??thought it was probably with shades. The episode WAS in 1980, and the Jacksons had a new song with Mike at lead!) He stepped to me cautiously, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed me firm at first, then harder. I had to wiggle around a little, so he knew to put me down. Michael: Come on. I grabbed my little back pack, and off we went. I was changing stations whenever I got tired of a song. I asked him where we were going as I changed another station. Michael: The homeless shelter, of course. Me: No, I mean exactly where it located is. Like is it far from Encino? Is it in the wilderness? Where we had our firstâ?¦. Then I remembered: I had a light giggle in my heart. Michael: (he looked over at me, then half grinned) What? Me: Nothing. Michael: Where I kissed you and you kissed me back? Me: (in hoarse, but smiling tone) Yeah. Michael: Well, no, itâ??s not there. Then he went around a slow car. Michael: But itâ??s in the outskirts of Encino. Me: I like the thought of that. Michael: Why? He looked over at me with a confused look. Me: Itâ??s the same like going on vacation to some â??away placeâ??. Michael: Oh. That was enough of our small talk because we didnâ??t say anymore. But that wasnâ??t the only thing that seemed was going to be cut short. I just didnâ??t know what. When we got there, it was a lot of open space. There was one main building, while people were setting up tables to sale things. I was kind of relieved to know this stuff wasnâ??t going to be auctioned, by the look of it. I looked around at the mass of the place, trying to figure out what people would go to first. Michael: Not up to your standards? Something about that rubbed me the wrong way. I wouldnâ??t even have let that slide if he meant no harm by it. He was about to get out the Royce; but I didnâ??t give him the chance. Me: What do you mean â??not up to my standardsâ??? Michael got back in the car, looking totally confused. Michael: What do you mean? I wanted to give him the dumbest expression to match up with his dumb question. Me: Letâ??s just have a great day. Michael: Yeah, lets. He still had a type of edge to his voice that was unfamiliar to me. Michael had two water bottles for us and his wallet. He took my hand: but I was still wasnâ??t convinced. We approached a lady that seemed to be in her early forties. Michael: Hi, Gloria. Gloria: Hello, Mike. They hugged each other. Michael: This is my girlfriend, Billie Jean. What the? Who the? He did not just say?! Michael hasnâ??t called me Billie Jean since last month or whenever. Just the thought of him even said that made me suddenly embarrassed. It was like Gloria could sense my awkwardness, and was trying to stifle a laugh. Me: My name really isnâ??t Billie Jean. Just a â??sayingâ??. Gloria brought out her hand to shake mines. Gloria: Then what is it, Mrs. Jean? Me: Oh, Iâ??m not marriedâ??. Gloria: Oh, I know Honey, just kiddinâ?? withâ??cha. Me: Jeanette Collins. Gloria: Then why did Michaelâ??? Michael: Long story Glory. Can you explain what we do here? Gloria: Sure. (Then she walked away, wrapping her arm around my shoulders.) Well Jeanette, Iâ??m sure Mr. Michael hereâ??she turned toward him, and winkedâ??told you this was a homeless shelter. Well, itâ??s actually a soup kitchen. But we also set things out for people to buy. Me: Like what? Gloria: Oh: pens, pencils, clothes, art work. Just about anything for a cheaper price. Me: Oh. And the soup kitchen, youâ??re cooking and serving. Gloria: Exactly. This was my first time doing something this generousâ??especially face-to-face. But another thing that yanked at my heart was the way Michael was acting. And, it didnâ??t do me much more justice to know once we got into the building through the back door, I was going to be claustrophobic on a thin time limit. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry Iâ??ve been so neglecting Jeanette and the story. Iâ??m rusty right now. Hey, the Jacksonsâ?? song had this line: You are my, you are, you are my lovely bug. Now, I think itâ??s called Lovely Bug, but I wanted to make sure. I couldnâ??t stop my feet from moving my swinging. Also, sorry for any errors. I gotta say, I miss Jeanette particularly now. Do you, perhaps? Itâ??s like it took me months to brave up ti write another part, :D.
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