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At Last (Part Twenty-five)
Wanna dedicate this to everyone!! Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- Me: What? Why? Michael: She thinks that I care more about my career than her. Me: I'm very sorry, Michael. You don't seserve that. Michael: (shakes his head) I'm just not happy with her anymore. Me: I'll tell you what. How about we talk about it over hot chocolate? Michael: (smiles a little) Sure. Once in the kitchen, I made us some hot chocolate, and he told me everything. He basically poured his heart to me, and i understood every word that came out of his mouth. I felt so sorry for him. Michael: (cries)...and she won't even come on tour with me. She feels like my career is nothing but a game. We're not happy anymore. I guess it's not meant to be. Me: I'm so sorry about that. You deserve better. You should tell her that a good wife is supposed to support what her husband does, and she's supposed to be by his side, no matter what. Michael: (looks up at me) You're right. I opened up my arms. Me: Come here. He gave me a warm hug; something that I haven't felt from him in so long. It felt breathtaking to have him in my arms again. But I felt a tingling feeling in my soul. It felt weird, yet familiar. I knew what it was. It was an impulse of lust for him. Oh no! I couldn't feel like this, because he was a married man. I just held it in. After that comfort talk over hot chocolate, we said goodbye. *In Michael's P.O.V.* I just made up with Felicity and I told her every single problem in Lisa Marie's and my marriage. She understood every word of it. It reminded me of old times, just coming to her and spilling out all of my emotions. I couldn't really do that with Lisa anymore, because she couldn't relate to my feelings, like Felicity. I felt terrible about what I've done to Felicity, and she had a right to. I was being selfish, and I didn't appreciate all of the wonderful, helpful things she did for me. I still love her, and I always will. Once I drove back to my Neverland gate, I saw Lisa through the window, and she didn't look happy. Lisa: Where in the hell have you been? Me: Don't curse at me. I was at Liz's house. (lying) Lisa: I'm cursing at you, because I'm upset! Me: You know...there are other ways to show your anger. Lisa: Gosh, Michael! Why are you so complicated? You always get pissed whenever I say that I don't wanna go on tour with you, and you just get mad whenever I do something. Me: Why can't you just be happy for me, just for once? You know, a good wife is supposed to support what her husband does, and she's supposed to be by his side, no matter what. Lisa: (scoffs) Where did you get that bullshit from? Me: (silence) Lisa: Ha! You got it from "What's-her-name." Can't you see she's out of the picture? Me: (getting angry) Ok, first of all, her name's Felicity and she's been there for me more than you have! Lisa: Felicity. What a stupid ass name. (laughs) Me: Well, I think it's a beautiful name. Lisa: (sighs) Whatever, Michael. (walks upstairs) Me: (follows her) Where do you think you're going? Lisa: I'm gonna stay with a friend. I'm so friggin' tired of your bullshit, Michael. She then left me, standing in the rain. ---------------------------------------------------------------- *Two months later, August 29, 1995* *In Felicity's P.O.V.* I was at the jewelry store, buying a birthday present for Michael. I didn't think any piece of jewelry was too worthy for Michael, until I spotted a gorgeous diamond encrusted watch. I decided to have it engraved. It said, "King of my Heart. <3" There was a letter that I was planning to give him, and it said, "Even though you're the King of Pop, to me, you're something else..." and the watch says it all. I had my present inside a nice claret velvet box, with a beautiful golden ribbon on top. The watch was the most expensive in California. It actually cost $10,000,000! When I got home... *Ring Ring Ri* Me: Hello? ??: Hi! Me: Oh, hey, Michael! Happy birthday! Michael: Oh, thanks! 37... Me: Hey, you remembered this time. (giggles) Michael: I know. I usually forget. (giggles) Uh...I'm having a birthday party this evening. Wanna come? Me: Of course I will. Michael: Wonderful! I'm really looking forward to it, now that you're coming... Me: Aw, Mike. That's very sweet...When does the party start? Michael: It starts at 7:30, but you can come whenever you want. Me: Cool. I'll be there when it starts. Bye-bye. Michael: Bye, darling. I had always loved it when he called me "darling." As soon as I got off the phone, I immediately ran up the stairs and picked out a beautiful red dress. I had a lot of time, since the children were coming to the party with their Auntie Janet, since they spent the night at her house the night before. I chose to wear my finest dress, which was cherry red, my red pumps, and my diamond necklace that Michael gave me for my birthday about six years ago. I wanted to look flawless and as young as Lisa, so I shaved my hairy legs and pits, took a shower, put on my Victoria's Secret bra and panties (I didn't put it on for Michael, in case you're wondering), put on my dress, my pumps, I flat ironed my hair, put on my necklace, sprayed a hint of jasmine perfume, got my red purse, and headed off to Michael's, taking his present, because I couldn't forget that. Once I drove through the gate, I saw all of these people, including Michael's family, of course, and his friends. When I entered the mansion, I couldn't find him. There were all of these people, even ones that I didn't know. Then finally, I could find him. He looked so amazing! He was in a white dress suit, a black tie, his beautiful bouncy black bob, his same black slacks, his shiny black shoes, with his typical white socks. He was staring right at me, and his smile looked so radiant and so dashing. It made my heart sore. He looked exactly like this: (it's just showing him down to the shoulders) http://mjphotoscollectors.com/web/uploads/1275376966/gallery_7_153_995662.jpeg Michael: (in a low and sexy voice) Hi. (looks me up and down at me and bites his bottom lip) OOH, it drove me crazy whenever he did that to me. He was soooo handsome, I could've just drooled right then and there. Michael: You look so beautiful. Me: You, too....Uh, I mean, you look handsome. Us: (giggles up a storm) Our giggle fest soon ended when Lisa Marie walked in with a face full of jealousy. Lisa Marie: Look who we have here. (fake smiles) Michael: Uh...Felicity, this is Lisa Marie, and Lisa Marie, this is Felicity. Lisa: (all fake and phony) Oh! So this is Felicity, huh? Nice to meet you. Me: (fakes smiles) Very nice to see you in person. (holds out my hand) Lisa: (shakes my hand) Well, I gotta get goin'. (to Michael) Honey, do you know where the hand sanitizer is? Michael: Stop it! You know, you're getting on my nerves! I'm sorry, Felicity. Me: Oh, that's alright. (looks at her face) Lisa, you are very beautiful...Beautiful as a mountain lion. Michael: (silently giggles) Lisa: (looks at Michael) You think it's funny? Me: What do you think? Lisa: Uh...excuse me, home-wrecking whore! I think I was talking to Michael! Oh no she didn't! That bitch did not just call me a home-wrecking whore! If I'm a whore, then her robot-faced mom's a whore! All of Michael's brother were near us, so when she called me a whore, they were all like, "WHOA!" and "OHH!" i heard Marlon yell, "DAMN!" Me: Did you just call me a whore? You better watch yo mouth, because next time I will kick yo ass, you JEALOUS BITCH! All of Michael's brothers: DAMN!!!! Then Lisa did something that put me over the edge. Guess what she did with that strawberry smoothie she was holding? Me: (gasps, screams) Everyone: OHHHH!!!!!!!! Lisa: OOPS! (smiles evilly) Michael: (livid as hell) LISA!! WHAT IN THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?! That was the very first time I heard Michael curse...ever! This smoothie got all over my dress, my hair, and on the floor. I was so pissed! I was gonna start a fight, and I did. Me: YOU BITCH! (pimp slaps her) She started pulling my hair, I pulled hers, Michael tried to break it up, but he became out of breath, and we started fighting Jerry Springer style. We were fighting so hard, all of Michael's brothers were laughin', chantin' and having a good time. They all were chanting, "JERRY! JERRY! JERRY! JERRY!" Everyone tried to break it up, from Janet to Daisy, to Joe, and even Liz. Momma Katie (what I called Michael's mom) started screaming for us to stop, but Lisa and I kept on brawling. We even fell in Michael's birthday cake, and cake was all over us, including our hair. Finally, at 8:30, the fight ended, and lookin' like a beat-up human ice cream cake, I grabbed my purse and left by myself, since the children were staying with Janet one more night, so I guess I was by myself for the rest of the night. Michael: Lisa, you have gone too far. I'm done. We are over. Lisa: What? Michael, c'mon! Don't be stupid. Michael: No! Don't tell me what to do! You have done things that are unspeakable! Please pack your bags and I want you out of my house by tomorrow morning! (walks out of the house) *Back at the house* Gloomily, I took off my sticky dress and Victoria's Secret underwear, and then I took a nice hot shower. After that, I put on my black lace panties and my black silk robe. I went downstairs, got a carton on "Chunky Munky's" Neopolitan ice cream, laid on the couch, and watched a new episode of Roseanne. Just as Roseanne was about to go off... *Ding dong* Me: (opens door) Michael? Michael: Hi. I'm very sorry about Lisa. Me: Mmm...it's alright. Wanna come on in? Michael: (nods head) Yes. We sat on the couch, watching an episode of "Martin," in the dark, while my head was on his shoulder, then something popped inside my head. Me: I wanna give you something. I forgot to give it to ya. Close your eyes. Michael: (excited) Okay! (closes his eyes) Me: (gets it) Okay. Open your eyes. Michael: Ooh! A card. (rips it open) "Even though you're the King of Pop, to me, you're the king of something else..." Should I open the box to find out? (giggles) Me: Yes. (giggles) Michael: (opens the box) Oh my...This is amazing! I'm the king of your heart? Me: (looks deeply into his eyes) Mmm hmm. I-I...I still love you. Michael: (suprised) Well...I love you too. His face came closer to mine, and he kissed me. Me: Stop. (pushes him off of me) Michael: What's wrong? Me: I can't do this. You're with Lisa. Michael: Not anymore. I wanna get back with you. I love you. Me: I love you too. TBC... Vote!
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