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Someone in the Dark *(3)*
*Well, I can't believe it, but, I'm back. You might be glad to have me back, you might not. Well, before the story I'd just like to say something. On sunday night, when that whole thing happened. (If you weren't there, I guess you wouldn't know) But, being called a "crazed fan" and being told i love Michael "too much" hurt me, a lot. I promised myself I wouldn't come back here for a while but, I didn't want to leave the friends I did have here. The people I could trust. I know some people did stand by me, and I thank you so much for that. So, after hours of crying that sunday night, and hours of feeling worthless and unwanted..I learned something. I learned not to take anything for granted. *sighs* Well, this is the story I was going to post almost seconds before all that stuff went down. So, after gathering up all my courage, here it is. I don't know when or if any more stories will be posted. I hope I do post more. My friends here on MJsite, I love you. And Michael, no one will ever make me stop loving you. All for love, enjoy* "When someone in the dark reaches out to you And touches off a spark that comes shining through It tells you never be afraid" Michael put me down and pulled me close. Michael: I'm gonna miss you. *tucks my hair behind my ear* Me: *tearing up* Not as much as I'll miss you. *kisses his cheek* Me and Michael spent the day riding rides and bonding. With only 4 hours left together we decided to hang out where we first met...Michael's roof. At Michael's house... Me and Michael were holding hands while running to his room. Michael: *opening his window* Gosh, it's been ages since we were out here. Me: *sighs* I know. Good times back in the days. Michael: *finally opens the window* You're making us sound old. Me: *shrugs my shoulders* Well you are, I don't know about me. *giggles* Michael: I was gonna help you out the window but *glares at me* I don't know if I am anymore. Me: Well then, *climbs out* I'll do it myself! Michael followed me and we laid on his roof. Me: *sighs* It'd be nicer if it was nighttime. Michael: *closes his eyes* Yeah, right now the sun is sort of just in my eyes. Me: Same, *covers my eyes* *sings* Blinded by the light! *giggles* Michael: Ow! I looked over at Michael and he was holding his arm. Me: *rolls my eyes* What'd you do? Michael: Um, I didn't do anything. *shows me his arm* I got stung by a bee. *pouts* Me: Aw, *moves closer to Michael* I'd kiss it but maybe the bee has a disease. Michael: *smiles* Kiss it anyway. Me: *raises an eyebrow* No. Michael gave me the puppy dog face and I gave in. Me: *kisses his arm* All better? Michael: *kisses my cheek* Much. *stands up* You know, we never explored the roof. I think we should. Me: Seriously? Michael: Yeah. *helps me up* C'mon. Me: *holds Michael hand* Fine. We "explored" the roof. There is really nothing to explore. Just us walking well, on his roof. I think we found a couple leaves and sticks. Whoop, just call us master explorers. As we walked back to our spot Michael "accidentally" tripped on a "stick" (There was no stick in sight) and he fell on top of me. Michael: *blushes* Oops. Me: Gonna get off me? Michael: No I like it here. Me: Oh is that why you, *rolls my eyes* fell. Michael: I did, I fell on that stick over there! *points to our left* Me: Michael, there isn't a stick within 15 feet of us. Michael: I tripped on my own feet? Me: Just get up. Michael stood up and then helped me up. Me: You keep trying to get close to me, *giggles* Or on top of me. Michael: *pulls my close to him* I just can't help myself. Me: Well you gonna have to help yourself. Michael: I know, I know. ??: Michael, is that you?! We looked down to see Bill Bray (Michael's long time security guard) standing there. Michael: Yeah, what's up Bill? Bill: Uh, not much. What are you and Halle doing so close? Michael and I looked at each other and blushed. I slowly walked backwards and tripped over my own feet and fell on my butt. Michael: *giggles* We aren't close anymore. Bill: *shakes his head* We gotta go, New York awaits. Michael: *looks at me* See it IS possible to trip over yourself. Me: *holds out my hand* Just shut it and help me up. Michael helped me up and we made our way back to his bedroom window so we could go back inside. As we climbed in we saw Janet was there sitting on Michael's bed. Michael: Dunk? Me: Dunk! I ran up and hugged her. I haven't seen her for a while. Janet: Hey Halle! *hugs back* What chu two doing? Making out? Michael: *blushes* Dunk, we aren't even dating. Janet: You should be! Haven't you asked her out yet? Michael: No, *glares at Janet* Get out. Janet: You promised me you'd ask her out. *stares at Michael* Michael ran over and covered Janet's mouth. Michael: *blushing* Eh, her crazy 11 year old mind is making up things. Janet: *moves Michael's hand* 12 years old, thank you. *stands up* Bye Halle. *smiles* Janet skipped out of the room and stuck her tongue out at Michael. Michael: *plops onto his bed* I hate her. Me: *giggles* She's cute, just like you. *lays on top of him* Michael: *looks in my eyes* I though you didn't like this. *smirks* Me: Yeah, but you do and *kisses his nose* You're leaving me. Michael: *kisses my cheek* I know. *frowns* And I hate doing that. At the Airport... Michael: Well, I guess I better get going. Me: *starts to cry* I'll miss you. Michael: No, don't cry. *holds my face in his hands* I'll call you everyday. *forces a smile* Me: It's not the same! Michael: *hugs me* I love you. Me: I love you too. Michael looked me in the eyes and he started leaning in closer to me. I realized quickly that he was going to kiss me. So, I stood up. Me: Um, the plane is boarding. Michael: *nervously smiles* Yeah, I better go. Michael hugged me one last time and I felt something inside me. Instead of feeling that spark when you kiss someone, I felt it just by hugging Michael. I felt safe, and that I didn't have to be afraid of anything. Michael: *lets go* Bye. Me: Bye Mikey. *cries* I held Michael's hand until I was forced to let go. He walked towards the plane and he would keep looking back at me. I could see that he was holding back tears. As he began fading from my sight he blew a kiss and then, he was gone. ________________________________________________________________ I know, the thing I wrote at the beginning seemed longer than the story. I'm sorry. I just wanted to post this. Goodbye, much love. From, Halle.
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