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404 Part 2
Haven't got much to say but I hope you enjoy reading! -norah Michael was feeling really stupid. He felt more than stupid. He felt like a stupid idiotic moron and whatever is worse than that. Of course, the woman was crazy but he didn't know she was THAT crazy. One moment he was waiting to get inside his rightfully owned suite and the next he was running off screaming to the lobby. He was sitting on one of the couches at the lobby drinking tea with Martin while everyone looked on in utter confusion. 'Is this kid nuts?', 'Someone take him back to his cage.', 'Great another Lauren Parker?', 'You know these stars', Michael had heard it all that day. Martin sighed heavily. Martin: What did Lauren do this time? Michael: Well, I was getting in my new suite and she was sitting there pointing her gun right at me. *mutters* God, I'm so stupid. Martin: What are you feeling stupid for? You did nothing wrong. Michael: I'm a little embaressed with the way I handled myself. Martin: I see. You did put on quite a bit of a- Michael: *glares at him* Martin: You're the one who mentioned it. Michael: *shrugs* Martin: *sighs* Look, you must be very traumatized right now, whatever you're feeling is okay. Let me just talk to Lauren, 'kay? Michael: I don't know if I can have her live with me, Martin. Martin only realized then that his little plan was only a desperate cry for disaster. Who was he trying to kid? Lauren was a loony and that would never change. Martin: I'll go speak to her. After that, I'll get her another place to live in. Michael: *shocked* What?! Martin: What do you mean 'what'? Michael: I'll live with her if nobody else will, Martin, there is really no need to kick her out of the hotel. Where will she go? Martin: *smiles faintly* You're a much better person than I am. You'd really let her live with you after pointing a gun at you? Michael: You see, that's all it was. Martin: *raises brow at him* Very well then. And don't beat yourself up over it. Everyone would scream if a gun was pointed in their direction. At that, Martin left and headed for suite 404. He got in on Lauren pacing and muttering something. Martin: Miss.Prker? Lauren: *muttering* Martin: Miss. Parker, dear? Lauren: *muttering and doesn't notice Martin* Martin: *yells loudly* LAUREN!!!!!!!! Lauren: *stops and smiles* Hiya Marty Mar. Green tea? Pickle shake? How about some strawberry salad I have leftover? Martin: Hi and no, no no. I'm not hungry. Lauren: What is it, then? *sits Indian style on floor* Martin: You know that guy you pointed a gun at? Yeah, he's the angel sent by a Pastor's imaginary friend's dream we spoke about. Remember that? Lauren: *lights up* I remember. You said it'd be my new roomate Michael Jackson, didn't you? Martin: *smiles broadly* Yes I did say all that. *yells* So why the devil did you try shoot him???!!! Lauren: Oops. I honestly forgot. I should tell the Pastor to pass on my apologies to his imaginary friend. *getting up* I really shouldn't have done that to an angel sent by a superior. Martin: *sits her down gently and quickly* No don't go bother the Pastor. To show you're really sorry you just have to be a good roommate or uh or uummmm *trails off* Lauren: *looking genuinely frightened* To show what, Marty Mar? Martin: Or else. Now will we be good? *crouches down to put his hands on her shoulders* Lauren: *nods eagerly* That was the least sense Martin ever had to make in his life for anything. It worked though. On a loony like Lauren. Michael got back in and walked very carefully as soon as he heard Lauren was out. He really didn't want to be greeted with a gun or something again. His first instinct was to call his mother and tell her about his new place but he thought against that. He decided to look around his new suite wghich Lauren had already decorated to fit her unique style. There were alot of encyclopedias, vegetarian recipe books and Bibles. Her walls had weird paintings of things Michael had never seen before. She had placed alot of potplants in every room. Michael: *thinking* How could she have done this to my suite? She's here for a few days probably and has already turned this place into hers? The door creaked open and Lauren was getting in carrying grocery bags. Michael wasn't sure what drew his attention to her more. Her hair, her outift, the way she carried he groceries wierdly or that she was singing his song Don't Stop Till You Get Enough off key. She kicked the door closed and spun around slowly. She smiled slowly as their eyes met. Michael: Hi Lauren. Lauren: Wow. You know my name. Michael: We met the other- Lauren: So sorry about the gun thing. Michael: It's fine I was going to say you're here for only a few days so you might want to- Lauren: I should have checked that it was at least loaded. Michael: *horrified* What??!! You were really gonna shoot me? Lauren: *smiles* I think I was joking. It took Michael a short while to catch on but he smiled back at her. Lauren: I'm about to make dinner, you should help. Michael: I'm a terrible cook and I think you'll be fine on your own. In fact, I know you'll be fine. I'll just *walks towards the door* Lauren: *watches him* Okay. I just wanted some company to be honest. Feeling a little bad, Michael turned around and gave Lauren a reassuring smile. Michael: Fine. I'll stay. She dropped her groceries on the floor and clasped her hands excitedly. She gave Michael a light peck on the cheek and skipped to the kitchen singing Don't Stop Till You Get Enough again off key. Michael: *thinking* It's just a few days. ****************************************************************
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