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Tough Love Part 13; Part 4
Michael put on a pair of black heavy shades and handed me a pair also. When I looked at it weirdly, he explained his reasons. â??I already have the impression that you donâ??t want your public image disturbed.â? â??Yeah, that is true.â? â??So wear the shades for me?â? He smiled nicely. â??Direction or question?â? I challenged. â??It started off as a question, but Iâ??m not asking anymore.â? â??Tuhh,â? I muttered, then grabbed the glasses. It was a challenge to find a seat for us. Iâ??m not a person whoâ??s comfortable with being in a crowded restaurant. The reason for that is people look up at you. Some look annoyed and you canâ??t read all of their expressions because youâ??re too busy trying to find a seat. We didnâ??t get the best seats. Everyone wanted a booth that day, so we had to get a table. â??Hope you donâ??t mind.â? Michael said with a smile. â??No, itâ??s okay.â? I felt a little weird without Clarence being with us. â??Let me go wash my hands.â? â??There are some packets of wet napkins right here.â? â??Oh, yeah.â? Both of us tore the little wet napkins out the packets and wiped our hands. A waiter came up to us. â??Good afternoon, Sir. May I take your order?â? â??We havenâ??t got a chance to look at our menus yet. Weâ??ll choose our drinks, though. I would like a Coke.â? â??What would you like, Maâ??am?â? â??Iâ??m still choosing.â? â??We have Coca Cola, Spriteâ?¦â? â??What about lemonade? Pink?â? â??We have no pink lemonade, but we have lime, mango, regularâ?¦â? â??Mango.â? â??Coming right up.â? She started walking off, then she retraced her steps. â??My nameâ??s Rosie, by the way.â? â??Okay,â? I said with a smile. Michael turned to watch her walk away. I mouthed the word wow. He turned back around and looked like he was figuring something out. â??You know her?â? â??Yeah, well I remember her face.â? â??How?â? â??It doesnâ??t matter.â? â??No, tell me.â? â??Sheâ??s a friend of Tatumâ??s. I met her once when I was at Tatumâ??s house.â? â??Oh,â? â??Evidently she must not remember me.â? â??Take your shades off first, and she might.â? â??I wish I could, but if I do then there will be a bunch of hoopla. I donâ??t want that.â? When Rosie came back with our drinks, I could see Michael was trying to get her attention, but she was concentrating on her work. He seemed like he didnâ??t have the nerve to tell her. He happened to glance at me and I just shook my head. When the platters of spaghetti came around, Michael said Rosie. She looked up at him and he removed his shades a little, then he smiled at her. â??Michael,â? she mumbled, then she looked up knowingly. â??Tatumâ??s ex.â? â??You could say that.â? He said laughing. â??What you doinâ?? here?â? She asked. â??I just wanted to have some spaghetti.â? His sentence broke off right there. Then he motioned towards me. â??With a friend.â? â??Hi, Iâ??m Rosie.â? She stuck her hand out to me. â??Lyric,â? I said, shaking her hand. â??Well, I have another customer to tend to. If I can, Iâ??ll get them out as soon as I can, then I can talk to you guys. Yâ??know, catch up.â? You mean catch up with Michael. â??Okay,â? he said and let her walk off. That was after she pat him on the back twice in a friendly gesture. â??Well, dig in, girl.â? He said, then he picked up his fork and grabbed for the Parmesan cheese. â??Michael, we havenâ??t said our grace yet.â? â??Surely â??nough. But you said â??ourâ??.â? â??It wouldnâ??t have sounded right if I said â??Michael, we havenâ??t said grace yetâ??, or â??the grace yetâ??.â? â??Then you say it for us. You initiated it.â? â??Fine.â? He took my hands into his automatically. I looked at him in an odd way. â??Oh, our shades.â? He said. We took them off. He took my hands again! â??Heavenly Father, we would like to thank you for this wonderful meal. Please, let this food weâ??re about to eat, be nurturing to us and help us to grow.â? I was about to close in the prayer when Michael added his own with mine. â??Lord, please allow Lyric and I to have great conversation over this meal. Thank you.â? â??Amen,â? I concluded. â??Amen,â? Michael repeated. He put his shades on again. I let him put the Parmesan on his food first, then I put it on mine. After a few minutes, I saw Michaelâ??s hand near my face. I looked at him with a confused look. â??You havenâ??t said anything.â? â??I have nothing to say.â? I said. â??Nothing?â? I shook my head. â??Well, I got lots.â? â??Iâ??m not sure if I should be surprised or not.â? He rolled his eyes and shook his head. â??Say something, Lyric!â? I looked up at him, a little surprised. Some people who were sitting across the aisle looked over at us. When they stopped looking, he giggled a little. â??Iâ??m sorry. I was exaggerating a little. I didnâ??t mean to get loud.â? Before I got to say itâ??s okay, Rosie came up. â??Iâ??m off now. My ride will be here in thirty. Scoot over for me, Michael.â? He scooted his chair by the wall. She got herself a chair and sat by him. â??Iâ??m not trying to push up on you or anything; I just wanted to tell Tatum a juicy story tonight.â? We laughed. â??I guess Iâ??m going to be a part of this story, too?â? â??Most definitely, but I wonâ??t lie.â? â??Thanks.â? â??Youâ??re welcome, mama cita.â? Rosie and I dominated the conversation. Michael mainly got fat off of his food. I learned Rosie was Puerto Rican. I knew she had some Spanish origin. â??Well, hereâ??s my number, Mama.â? She said then laughed. She started calling me that. To her, itâ??s a nick name like lilâ?? mama. â??And when yâ??all finish eating, Iâ??ll get the check.â? â??Iâ??m done, but Lyric has to eat now.â? Michael said with a smile. Rosie walked away. I added a little more Parmesan to mine, then when I started stirring the spaghetti around, Michael started looking at me. Well, staring. I stopped stirring and stared back. Then I sat back in my chair, crossed my legs and folded my arms. I wanted to know why he was staring at me. â??Thought you had nothing to say.â? I didnâ??t want to come off harsh, so I added in well when I responded. â??Well, not to you.â? â??WHY are you always speechless around me? I donâ??t bite.â? â??Youâ??re a guy.â? â??And Iâ??m also not ten anymore. Youâ??re not either. Itâ??s not like Iâ??m parading around saying girls got the cooties.â? Then he started waving his arms around. â??Michael, stop.â? I said, starting to laugh. â??Cooties!â? â??Michael, put the shut in the up.â? I said, trying to put his arms on the table. â??Remove your filthy paws from me, you merchant.â? He said in a funny British accent. â??Stop it.â? I said getting up from my seat. While Michael was still being silly, a little kid came running towards us. He took Michael shades off, then hugged him. â??I love you, Michael.â? â??I love you, too. Whatâ??s your name?â? â??Robby.â? â??Give me a high five, Robby.â? Robby laid his hand flat out, so Michael slapped his hand down on Robbyâ??s. â??Whereâ??s your parents, Robby?â? â??My brother was picking my cousin up.â? â??Oh. Then whoâ??s your cousin?â? â??Rosie.â? She came up to us. â??Come on, Robby.â? â??Rosie, I wanna stay witâ?? Michael!â? â??Come on. Tatum can let you see him. â??By the way, another girl will bring you the check, Michael. â??Bye, Lyric.â? â??Bye, Rosie. Bye, Robby.â? He hopped off her hip and hugged me too. â??Bye.â? He said, smiling. I smiled back. Michael had to sign some autographs. I kept my shades on, and refused to take them off. I was polite, but I kept them on! When the other waiter came up to us, I asked if she had a doggy bag for me to put my food in. â??Trust me; Iâ??ll eat the rest when I get hungry again.â? â??Itâ??s not just that,â? he said as he paid for the check. â??I didnâ??t get to really talk to you.â? â??About what?â? I asked. I started putting my food in the plastic container. â??About you.â? â??Whatâ??s there to know about me?â? â??A lot.â? You could say that. I thought back on what he said about us being up close and personal with each other. I knew Michael was asking for some type of relationship. Looking over at him in the driverâ??s seat, I see a lot is going on within him. Itâ??s like I can tell heâ??s thinking about something. Itâ??s probably not about me, though. When we got to the house, I reached over to him, and hugged his shoulders. â??What was that for?â? â??Thank you for everything.â? â??Itâ??s something Iâ??m obligated to do.â? â??Donâ??t feel that way.â? â??I only feel obligated to do things for you is because I care.â? â??Why do you care so much?â? â??Mama always told us to take affection to the things we want.â? He said with a wink, then got out the car. I got out, too. â??So am I the â??thingâ?? you care about?â? â??Lyric, letâ??s not be complicated here.â? He said with a smile. â??But Iâ??m not being the complicated one. Youâ??re the one not answering my questions.â? â??Help me with the things?â? â??Answer me first.â? â??Use your common sense and help me.â? I helped him. When I used my common sense, I was feeling awkward about the answer. â??Itâ??s like seven oâ??clock, Michael. I told you to get Lyric and go somewhere. Not for this long, though.â? â??I know Michael had to pick me up. I know he decided on getting something to eat. But why did he have to take me â??somewhereâ???â? â??He just needed to, honey.â? â??Then donâ??t be so hard on him. We had fun, right Michael?â? â??Yeah.â? Clarence had nothing to say. Like I promised, I ate the rest of the spaghetti. When Michael came down from taking a shower, he looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back at him. Then I breathed out of frustration. I looked down at my plate. I broke one of my garlic breads in half and walked over to the couch. â??Here,â? I told him. â??I really didnâ??t want to have garlic bread on my tongue before I go to bed.â? â??Iâ??m sure you can still taste it a little from earlier. Italian food keeps a presence in your system until you fall asleep. I mean, you did add a lot of Parmesan cheese on your spaghetti.â? â??Thank you,â? he said. He smiled at me. â??Stop smiling at me!â? I said, backing up on the other side of the couch. Well, the couch that has transformed to his bed for now. â??I just canâ??t stop smiling at you.â? â??Iâ??ll be happy to help you stop.â? â??Thatâ??s not the kind of help I want Lyric.â? â??Too bad.â? â??That you wonâ??t smile at me. Iâ??m sad about that.â? â??I am smiling at you.â? â??Not about me.â? I groaned. â??Smile, smile, SMILE!â? I said, moving my head from laugh to right, getting in his face. I almost fell on him. He caught me by my waist. Our faces were nose to nose. He bit his bottom lip. He couldâ??ve tried to kiss me, but he didnâ??t. Iâ??m really glad he didnâ??t because I got up to burp. Spaghetti is not my best friend when it comes to belching. â??Sorry,â? I said. â??Iâ??m really glad I didnâ??t attempt to do anything,â? he said in low voice. â??Spaghetti and my tummy mix in a wrong way,â? I said embarrassed. â??Iâ??ll make sure to remember that.â? â??Forgive me?â? â??If you be my friend.â? â??Protect me?â? â??If Iâ??ve got the energy.â? He smirked, then I raised my eyebrow. We were playing the game twenty questions in a different fashion. â??Hug me?â? It was his time to raise his eyebrows and bite his lip in a happy way. He came up to me before I had time to think about backing up. He hugged me tightly. Then he looked down at me. â??I really wish I can know you like no one else ever will.â? â??Why? Is it because youâ??re Michael Jackson?â? â??No, Lyric. Because Iâ??m just Michael. See me for who I am. Not about WHAT I do.â? He hugged me again. I was actually lifted off the ground by half an inch. â??Know me by Michael.â? I looked in his eyes. I noticed when heâ??s serious, his eyes get really big. â??As long as you let me take as long as I want to get to know you.â? â??As long as Iâ??m not growing a beard by then.â? We started laughing, and I pushed him playfully. Without warning, we heard this thunderous clapping. Clarence was coming toward us! â??Dad!â? I said as he walked toward Michael and me. He had this sarcastic grin on his face. â??Bravo! Now Iâ??m giving you and Michael two in a half seconds to be out of seeing sight of each other. He was starting to clench his jaw. His eyes seemed to be bleary from oncoming tears that will not fall. He was put the bold P in pissed. He pointed upstairs for me. I ran up there, hearting booming with cold sweat forming. I had the balls to try and sit on the landing and hear what Dad had to say to Michael. â??Close your door, too, Lyric!â? I had no choice. I even slammed it softly so he would know I was really asleep. I was totally on-edge now. I went to bed, but I only saw darkness and Clarenceâ??s booming actions in the back of my mind. How could he be so hard on Michael after all heâ??s done? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Guys, I must say my arms, legs, and everything in-between are CRAMPED. I did it for you, though! And Michael :P). I blamed it on him, lol. When I start writing, things just happen on their own. Kinda like how Mike wrote, :^)! I REALLY hoped you guys loved it! Plus I was watching â??Soul Train: Hippest Trip in Americaâ? and I saw Rosie Perez. She was a dancer on the show, and I was thinking of her back in that time, of course. She seemed kinda spunky, and I wanted a piece of Michaelâ??s past to come along. Right? Itâ??s New Years Eve :^D / :^(. Vote this one + like you vote the Lauren story and the How it Happened story! Love, Aariyan ;^D.
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