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Baby Be Mine 10
Ok guys! I have worked hard on this one... Given a few typos, I think this one is good. Please do leave comments on the story! Enjoy! This kiss was so dang passionate, I coulda exploded! But I didn't, thank the Lord. Everything about this moment was perfect; his arms were holding gently against him, his sweet mouth kissing mine, we just fit. I slightly opened my eyes to look at his face, and he looked happy. Then I looked up at the branches of the tree, not so far above us, and then I realized that we were on the edge of the platform. I pulled away, and he looked at me pain filled his eyes. I pecked his lips, hoping that would get that look out. It worked. Then he noticed that we were on the edge. He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the edge. Michael: (Smirking at me) Good job, me lady. (Still in his pirate voice) Me: (Laughs) Thanks Captin'! (We both broke out laughing, then we both sat down) Soooo... Michael: Yeah soooo.... (Awkward silence) I like pie. Me: (Ok?) Me too! What's your favorite flavor? Michael: Apple. Yours? Me: Cherry. I don't like cake. Michael: Really?! Cake is amazing! (I shook my head) I'm tellin' ya, you gotta eat some of the chef's cakes. They are tasty! Me: (Ugh) Ugh... The frosting is always too sweet... And the cake itself isn't very flavorful. Michael: Like I said, Toni's is amazing. Me: Fine. I'll try hers at dinner... What's your favorite color? Michael: Um, it depends... If I'm happy, it's blue. If I'm sad it's green. You get it. You? Me: I love yellow. It's so lively and fun. Ok, um... What are you most afraid of? Michael: Dogs. They terrify me. My father too... Me: Dogs? Yeah, some are pretty scary. Why your dad? Michael: (Looks at me sadly, it was heartbreaking to see him like this.) Well... He's cruel. When I was a child, he would beat us for no good reason. If he was angry at his job, god, you just hope he doesn't notice you. If you sang a note wrong, you'd get hit. I was the one that would go agaist him... Once, he tried to hit me but I ducked and ran away. Another time I threw my show at him. For that, he beat me and then locked me in a closet for a few hours. (Chokes up) It was bad when he was mad at Mother... He hit her a few times. (Starts to cry) I scooted closer to him and rubbed his back. He looked up at me and whispered thank you. His eyes were sorta puffy, and you could see the path of his tears on his cheeks. I hugged him tightly, nobody should ever feel like this. He hugged me back, the he pulled away and kissed me softly. His lips tasted salty, because of his tears. He thanked me again, and suggested that we head back inside to sort out the mess the Dummy left us. We walked back, hand in hand. I was in total bliss... Until I saw the letter that was staked into the Main House. He had Stacy and a few other people. Oh God. Sorry this one took forever! I hope you like this one, and I'll try to write some more tomaro! Thanks. Carly
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