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Lauren's Love Part 5
Oh my goodness, thank you so much for the votes from this story guys. I was very astonished. Thanks so much. I tried a different style again. Donâ??t be surprised yâ??all, depends on my mood, lol. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Michaelâ??s Point-of-View It was too soon to go sleeping in her bed. What am I doing meeting with her? What am I doing asking her to be in my life. I care for Lauren; I know I do, but what about my happiness. I donâ??t want mix messages. Her aunt said she had â??extraâ?, but I donâ??t speak women language. Then something else nags at my heart: I look at Lauren and see natural beauty. I see someone alone and pregnant. But why am I staying? My parents donâ??t know about this. Why am I staying? I need to take a walkâ?¦. I went from my hotel room and went out the exit. The good thing about the spa is when itâ??s dark. I wish I could take Lauren with me. As I walked, and the moon hit the side of my face, I imagined holding Laurenâ??s hand and having our baby girl, I mean her baby girl over my shoulders, and hearing her scream â??Daddy, Daddy.â? My music seems as good as itâ??s gonna get; Iâ??m tired of playing games with Tatum; and I seem to like Lauren, but we hadnâ??t talked in almost a month. I really wanted her to let what I said sink in. But it was a spur of the moment! We definitely need to hang out more, yeah just hang out. If I want us to be more than friends, weâ??re going to have to take it slow. As beautiful as the spa is at night, I know I need to get back in the hotel. Itâ??s cold outside and I only have on a robe over my boxers with my slippers. I lay in bed feel heavy feelings. This isnâ??t a game of Barbie, where I can simply put the toys away, and my life wouldnâ??t be affected. This is real. I just hope I can take it. I got a phone call early the next morning. I didnâ??t know who it was from, and I looked at the clock, 7:15. I am definitely not your morning person. Me: Hello? ?: Michael? There you are. Man, you need to get back! Ma is worried about you. And donâ??t even get me started on Joseph man. Itâ??s like you A-Walled on us. Get back! Didnâ??t take me much to realize who that was. Me: Man, Marlon, whatâ??re you talkinâ?? about? Marlon: Dude, they may just be steaminâ??. Where are you? No better yet, why you in Las Vegas? The boy seems to have no way of speaking grammatical English. Me: I told Randy to give Mother that note I wrote for her yesterday morning. Marlon: Oh, that note? Me: *I sat straight up.* Marlon, what did you do to that note that was supposed to be given from me to Ma! Marlon: Look, I found it under the boyâ??s face while he was sleeping. It was slobbered on, so I threw it away. Me: You were checking on our brother? Marlon: It was twelve oâ??clock! Noon! It was late as it is. Me: So you just threw the note away? Marlon: Didnâ??t we just establish that? Me: Oh shâ??. Shoot, oh shoot. Look, Iâ??ll tell you later. But you need to meet me somewhere. Marlon: What about Las Vegas? Me: Dude no! We were leaving today. Marlon: Ah ha! Darnit! Marlon: Explain. Uh-oh. Hot damn! My little wimpy brother done lost his genie (jenny). Me: I thought I told you to not call my virginity that. And no, I didnâ??t. I tickled her back and left. Ha! I said calling his bluff. Marlon: Woah! Slick. My man! Me: Marlon, donâ??t say a thing. I mean it. This is just a lie Iâ??ll have to tell face-to-face with them, and lie about it. Marlon: Wow. Me: No, this is important. I just know this isnâ??t the right time to confess. Marlon: She pregnant? Me: Marlon! No, not by me. Didnâ??t I say we did nothing? Marlon: You mean YOU did nothing. Spill. Me: There isnâ??t a lot to spill. Only time will tell. And until then, keep your mouth shut, and donâ??t give me a hard time. Marlon: Fine man. Me: No, promise. Marlon: Okay Mike. Me: Thank you. This was my cue to leave; but abruptly like this? I wasnâ??t sure how Lauren would feel about it. Just hope if she was having a mood swing right now, it wouldnâ??t be too bitter. **Back to Lauren I woke up alone this morning. That was fine with me. Once I got back into comfortable clothes, I wanted breakfast with Michael, but I didnâ??t know where he could be, so when I felt up to it, I called the receptionist desk. Same Lady Maybe: Yes, how may I help you? Me: Hi, um, Iâ??m Lauren London-Rose. Iâ??m looking for the room of Michael Jackson. We were having breakfast today. Okay, when did we agree on eating together this morning? Well, how many times in my life am I going to be able to say that anyway? Lady: Oh, Miss Lauren. Me: Yeah, me. Lady: Michael is on your floor, 364. I was surprised we were even across from each other. Me: Thank you. Lady: Youâ??re welcome. I was both relieved she told me where he was, and that it was so close. I mean, right in front of me! Wow! I drew up enough balls to do it. I walked from my hotel room, and knocked on his. I tried looking through the peep hole, but got tired of waiting. Michael answered in his boxers still, and his hair was pretty wild. Plus he looked frustrated. Me: Too bad for you, â??cause I slept like a baby. *I grinned and walked in.* Michael: You didnâ??t catch me at my greatest. *He said, closing the door.* Me: Or not at one of your superstar moments. Itâ??s okay Michael. I understand, trust me. Michael: Yeah, yeah. Sit. Me: Okay Mr. Furious. That made him laugh. Michael: Good morning Lauren. Me: Now thatâ??s better. I would say it to you Michael, but you donâ??t look like youâ??re having a good one. Michael: Itâ??s nothing. *We stopped talking then. And I never did sit. Then he smiled.* See you found where I was. Me: Called the reception office. The lady acted like she didnâ??t want to give up any info again. Michael: Oh. Me: And I told her we were having breakfast together. Michael: Really? *He smiled.* Me: Yeah. *I smiled back.* ------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, not the most unbelievably astonishing one ever. But hey, my eyes are tired. I hope you liked it so far. Even Iâ??m getting the chills trying to figure out what Michael is going to have to do. *Note: It may seem Lauren is a bit eager of Michaelâ??s company, but heâ??s scared. So heâ??s pushing her away. But weâ??ll seeâ?¦. And thank you Lexi Long Legz for even calling â??Laurenâ??s Loveâ? brilliant. That means a lot. ;)
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