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I Thought We Were Friends *16*
Heyyy! Sorry for the delay again. I had to get my mind straight before writing again! I don't have much to say so here it goes!!! Dedicated to MJ, MJSite, and my Ning ninjas!! Enjoy!! :D -Samone:)♥ Before Michael showed up, I went into my closet and found something more comfortable to slip into. I pulled out a tank top, which was red; his favorite color, and some black shorts. I slid that on really quick and looked in the mirror to check myself. I had to admit, I felt damn good about myself. Moments later Michael was at the door. I took one more look, then headed downstairs. I opened the door and he looked so so so delicious. A little something like this: http://www.kingofpop.nl/e107_plugins/sgallery/pics/8me2e92mrows/1 _18.jpg I swear my heart must of dropped. Me:(opening the door) Michael! Michael:Samone! Me:How are you? Michael:(looks me up and down) Great..(bites his bottom lip) Me:(thinking) Ooohmii, he's so sexy, I just want him right now. (snaps out of it) Oh, that's good. Come in. He walked in, kicked his shoes off by the door, and head towards the kitchen. I followed close behind as he opened my fridge just scanning through it. I gave him a "What the hell" look and he closed it. He's my best friend and I love him to death, but I don't play that. Michael:(embarrassed) I'm sorry. Can I? Me:Sure, go ahead. Michael:So, how was your day? Me:(sitting on the counter) Boring. Michael:Where's Shanice? Me:At a friend's. Michael:She still giving you trouble? Me:A little. She knows what's up. I'll bust her ass. Michael:(closes the fridge with a pop in his hand) You're so mean. Me:Am not! Michael:Yeah, you are. Me:How am I mean? Michael:(trying to think) Just cause you are. Me:(crosses my arms) Well if I'm mean you're...bad Michael:(smirks) I know right. Me:(jumps off the counter) Umhm. Michael:(comes closer) You know, you really are short. Me:I'm not that short. Michael:Yes you are. You come to my knee caps. (laughs hysterically) Me:That's not funny. (trying not to laugh) Even though it was mean, it was a little funny. I'm not that short...Am I? I mean 4 ft 11 in a half isn't THAT short. :/ (That's my real height). I rolled my eyes and tried to walk away, but Michael pulled me back and placed his hands upon the counter, on the sides of me. His face leaned closer and closer to mine, I could basically feel his breath on my lips. He bit his bottom lips and softly kissed me. His lips sent me head over hills. Next thing you know, I was kissing back and his hand gently cuffed my jaw, while the other slowly went up my shirt. Before it got too far, I quickly pulled away. Me:(turning away) You hungry?...I can whip something up. Michael:(steps back) Sure. Can I help you? Me:If you want. Michael:Fine. What are you gonna cook? Me:It's some steak in the fridge, then I can cook some veggies with it. Michael:Umm, Sounds good.(smiles) Me:It will be. Michael:(bites his bottom lip) I'm sure. I walked away and grabbed two aprons out of the kitchen closet. I threw one at Michael, then placed the other on me. Michael knew my kitchen pretty well, so he grabbed all the things we needed and sat them down on the counter. I never knew he could cook. The only thing I seen him make was cereal. Well that's not really cooking, but you get it. He seasoned the steaks, then placed them in the broiler. After he got his hands washed again, he came back over to me and helped me chop carrots. He was soo sexy chopping it all fast. I got jealous and decided to copy him. Well, that didn't work, I damn there chopped my finger off. Me:(dropping the knife) Shiiiit. Michael:(panicing) Ooohmiigod, are you okay? Me:(getting weak at the knees) I-I'm fine. Michael:God, your finger is bleeding too much. We better get you to the hospital. (hands me a towel) Me:Michael, calm down. It's not that bad. (kisses him) There's a first aid kit in my bathroom, I'll be right back. Michael:Please, don't take long. Me:(forcing a smile)I wont. I'll be fine okay. Michael:(sighs) Alright. I had to put on my best brave face for him. Inside my finger was killing me, I was in soo much pain. I just felt like passing out. I walked in the bathroom and unwrapped the towel. It was soo bloody, I instantly got sick at the stomach. I ran some water and stuck my finger under to wash all the blood out. I then put on antiseptic and wrapped a bandage around it. Whoo, I'm glad that was over. I put the kit back and went back to the kitchen. Me:(smiles) I'm back! Michael:(hugs me tight) Oh thank god. I thought your finger fell off. Me:(laughs) Stop worrying so much, I'm fine. Michael:(kisses me) That you are. Me:(pulls away) It sure does smell good in here. Michael:Thank you. I try. Me:You still want me to help? Michael:Oooh no. You rest that pretty little finger of yours in the tv room. Me:You sure? Michael:Yes, now leave this kitchen. Me:Alright, alright. I'm going. (walks away) Michael:(pulls me back and hugs me) I love you. Me:I love you too Michael. Michael:( talks between kisses) Yes, but did I ever tell you, how much in love I am with you? Me:(opens my eyes widely) Hm? TBC.... Sorry it was short. I will get better and better and the next part hopefully lol. Well until next time. Don't forget to vote!! :D
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