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Do I Know You?....Part 14

After the most passionate and most enjoyable kiss i've ever had was over, I shook my head in a daze.

Michael: So, what did you think?
Me: Really really good.
Michael: Erm...I meant the movie.
Me: Oh, it was alright.

I smiled and got up. Michael touched my back and ran away, through the aisles. "You're it!"

So, I started to chase him. It was a good twenty minutes running through the empty aisles when Michael tripped. I laughed as he caught himself on one of the chairs, giving me enough time to jump on top of him, bringing us both crashing to the floor. It suddenly got very quiet in the cinema. We were leaning in for another kiss, when a spotlight was suddenly blinding me. It was the usher. Oops.

Usher: Hey! You two should have been- Michael Jackson?
Michael: (Looks for his fedora and sunnies, which had fallen off) Ummm no, that's not me.

The usher is accompanied by a heap of girls who were there for the next movie. They all start screaming and before I figure it out, Michael is standing up. He pulls me up and hooks me over his shoulder. I'm shocked as he starts running. Michael parked around the corner, making it a slightly longer run. We get to the car and by now, there are maybe hundreds of girls chasing us, even some guys as well. Michael places me into the passenger seat and climbs in. He accelerates the car, trying to miss the swarming fans. I'm freaking out as one fan latches onto the bumper and won't let go. Finally he does, and we drive off.

Me: What...the...HELL...was that!!?
Michael: (Trying to catch his breath) Fans.
Me: Wow, that's just....wow.
Michael: They didn't touch you, did they?
Me: Me? Nope. What about you?
Michael: Just my arm, doesn't matter. (Hides it)
Me: Let me see.

Michael reluctantly shows me his arm and it's bleeding. I cringe, horrified. There's a long scratch mark starting from between his shoulder and elbow, going all the way down to his wrist. The blood is starting to stain his shirt.

Me: Michael, let me drive.
Michael: It's nothing, really.
Me: Michael pull over.

He does and looks at me curiously. I place his face in my hands.

Me: Michael, your arm is bleeding terribly. Let me drive.
Michael: Angie, this is nothing. Please believe me...(Mumbles) it's been worse.
Me: You're kidding?
Michael: We better get home, it's starting to get late.

I kept quiet and we drove home silently. This was too hard to process. Michael can't go out anywhere without a disguise unless he's beaten up. I started to cry. This poor man. Michael. Sensitive, cute, happy Michael. Is abused by his fans. No. This is horrible.

Michael: Angie? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad.
Me: Michael, don't apologise. I'm so sorry.

I hug him and vent my frustration. As he continues to drive, I continue to hug the side of his body. When we get to my house, he kisses me and says "Bye." I repeat and go inside.

I grab a tub of ice-cream and pig out until Leon and Jess got home.

To Be Continued....
(Hope this was okay!)

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