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Twists Of Love ----- Part 5

Hey it's me....again. Lol i've been real tired because of the pregnancy, but I can't seem to get to sleep. It probably doesn't help that i'm up writing stories....lol....

I waited patiently as Michael went into the room next door to "remove his pants". I silently ran to the mirror and desparetly tried to smooth my hair down. I pulled my skirt down, which had ran up. I heard footsteps outside the door so I lunged for the couch. I had to look innocent! Michael was in the doorway, with his curly hair in a ponytail covered by a fedora. He had black sunnies and some baggy black pants with a red long sleeved shirt on.

Michael: Hey. Ready to go?
Me: Yep.

He opened the door for me and I walked through, but waited just outside for him to lead the way. Michael closed the door with a thud. He walked past me and motioned for me to follow him.

Along the walk to the car, we were barged by 20 people or so, trying to ask him a question. Suprisingly calm, Michael strolled through, answering each one with ease. We finally made it to the parking lot and I felt the moist, cool air wisp through my hair. I looked at Michael, who seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. To be honest, it was hot and stuffy in the dressing room.

Michael held my hand suddenly, making me jump a bit. I smiled as he did and we walked to his black Rolls Royce.

He unlocked my door and opened it for me. I slowly got in, trying not to trip, it was high and I was wearing high heels.

He closed my door and got in his side. The car started with a thrumming and he slid easily out of the parking spot. As we drove, he reached for the stereo and turned on some smooth tunes. I settled in my seat and turned to face him.

Me: I really liked your show tonight. I mean, the parts I heard.
Michael: *Laughs with me* Yeah, sorry about that.
Me: Nahh it's okay.
Michael: Mind if I change the song?

Michael reached for the stereo again and played Guns N Roses, Sweet Child O Mine. I was shocked at first, I didn't know pop stars liked rock music. But judging by the look on his face, he liked the song. And so did I.

Me&Michael: Wooaaahhhh Sweet Child O Mine!!...Woooaahhh Sweet Love O Mine....

The music was cut off suddenly, leaving me singing without it. I was so embarassed but it was pretty funny.

We got into hysterical giggles.

We arrived to my house and I went around to his window, as he stayed in the car.

Me: You sure you don't want to come in?
Michael: I'm pretty tired, but i'll see you tomorrow night.

I didn't even think about it.

I leaned in the open window and kissed his lips, tenderly. They were soft and smooth. I could feel them tense up, but soften as the kiss went along. I kissed his cheek quickly and turned, not seeing his reaction.

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Holly:)

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