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I Can Treat You Better...*Part Thirteen*
Hey! Enjoy! And this goes out to Kelz, who unfortunately left this site. We will miss you and I wish you the best. <3 <3 ---------------------------------------------------------------- After our endless, sweet embrace, he stared at me with these innocent, chocolate brown eyes, and asked, "What brings you here?" Me: I-I just wanted to see you...(looks down) Michael: (suspects something's up) You didn't come here just to see me. Me: (takes a deep breath) Okay...I escaped from Rick. Michael: (smiles) You did? You finally did? Me: (nods head) Yeah...(tears start to fall out of my eyes) Michael: (concerned) Oh, Melinda...(wipes my tears away with his fingers) Why are you crying? Me: It's just that I'm so sorry that I've ignored you ever since the coffee shop. But I wasn't allowed to call you. I am truly sorry, Michael... He grabbed me and held me the closest to him as I helplessly sobbed on his chest. He was gently stroking my hair back as he kissed me delicately on the forehead. Michael: (whispering) It's okay, Melinda. Don't worry about it. You're with me now. Michael took me into his library, so we could pour each other our hearts and express our deepest emotional feelings to each other that we had never revealed to anyone else before. It felt so refreshing and so relieving to have some someone understand you and the way that you're feeling. I had always felt as if no one ever understood how my mind was or they always misunderstood me, but when Michael came along, I finally felt that I could actually relate to somebody that had been misunderstood their whole life. We started out as a hearty conversation, but it started to get intense and then it ended up like emotional therapy. We literally screamed at the top of our lungs, just spilling out all of the raging emotions building up inside of us, and all of the rage that we seemed to feel from being misunderstood and mistreated by the media and all of the hardships and the struggles in our lives that we just couldn't control. Like Michael getting beaten by his father when he was a little child and me being a victim of domestic violence and everything. There was a lot of crying, screaming, and hugging. Michael lifted up my chin, got closer to my face and he said: Michael: You are so beautiful... Me: Y-You think I'm beautiful? Michael: (almost whispering) Yes... I looked down at the floor and started to cry. I felt a tad bit guilty for this, because I was starting to fall head over heels for Michael... Wait...I shouldn't feel guilty at all, because if I did cheat on Rick, the bastard deserved it. I was dangerously in love with Michael, but I hid it for too long. I was in love with Michael...Michael Jackson... I was insanely, dangerously, madly, deeply, and crazily in love with Michael Joseph Jackson, who was just then crowned the King of Pop, Rock and Soul, and the man who always picked me up when I was down, who always put a smile on my face, who always made me laugh, who forever made me count on him any time, and the man who stole my heart time and time. Michael: (grabs my chin) Melinda, look at me. You are too beautiful and you are too good of a person to be with someone who does nothing but hurt you and treats you like nothing. Girl, you are a diamond and I haven't seen you shine ever since I saw you with that guy. Rick doesn't love you like I do. I can treat you better than he ever will be able to. I would do all of the things that he wouldn't do. Melinda, I can treat you right and he is less than a man to actually think that he can treat you this way. You deserved to be treated like the queen you are. (caresses my cheek) And you deserve a good man to provide for you, to comfort you, to protect you, and to love you...like me. I looked deeply into his eyes, and I fell in love ten times more than I was earlier. Michael was an angel. I felt that he knew how to treat a lady and I knew that he would treat me no differently than a jewel. He would never mistreat it or ever take advantage of it. He always made me feel special every time I was around him, and he would never let me down. Michael: Girl, can't you see? I LOVE YOU. My heart stopped there. Did he just say he loved me? My heart just skipped a beat and it was definitely not prepared when he confirmed those words to me. I just had to say it back. Me: I LOVE YOU TOO. I leaned into him and we had gotten closer, closer, and closer, until our lips began to intertwine. TBC... Vote, please!!!!!!!!!
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