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I've got my pride, so hear me sing *20*

*Here is part 20. Hope you guys like it-Fluffykins*

(Lillian)

Wow! I can't believe that Motionless in White are helping  out with the car. It was actually pretty lucky that the bus that I stopped-or stopped before it ran over me was their tour bus. This is very ironic once you think about it, but I am not complaining. I love this so much! I looked over at Blanket to see him staring at Balz-erm-Joshua's gages in his ear.

Balz: *looks at Blanket* yes?
Blanket: did that hurt?
Balz: oh yeah. When you first start putting them in it does, but when you get this big...it doesn't hurt that much anymore.
Blanket: I see.

Well I believe Blankie is entertained at this point and time. I walked around to see Paris sitting with Ryan and Angelo talking, Gus was leaning against the bus. I miss TJ. It's his own fault for lying to his friends and bandmates with getting kicked out of the band. Grrr...I'd rather have him then Gus. Who knows...maybe he's cool. I don't wanna take the time to see and find out though. Chris and Ricky were helping Omar out with the car, and by how all three of them were looking...I don't think we're gonna get outta here anytime soon.

Rolling my eyes, I walked and sat beside Paris.

Paris: it is very nice of you guys to help us out.
Angelo: don't mention it. 
Ryan: it's the least we can do for almost running over your sister.
Paris: oh Little Bit isn't my sister, she's my niece

Oh yes Paris. Call me Little Bit in front of them why don't ya!?

Gus: *walking over to us* Little Bit? Strange name.
Me: it's not my name. It's a nickname
Gus: ah. Now that's understanable
Angelo: lemme guess your name is Lillian or something?
Me: actually, yeah. That's my name
Angelo: oh I was just guessing.
Paris: people normally guess by her nickname, that her name is Lillian if they don't know her
Gus: how can no one know you guys?
Paris: erm...what are you talking about?

Did I fail to mention we're trying to get them to believe we're not Omar Bhatti or Blanket, Paris and Lillian Jackson... I don't believe it's working quite well.

Gus: I mean how can no one know who you guys are? You're Michael Jackson's daughter and granddaughter for pete's sakes.

Paris and I looked at eachother.

Me: this whole little thing didn't work did it?
Balz: *coming back with Blanket fallowing him* no not really. We knew who you were cause of Blankie here.
Blanket: man don't call me Blankie. It's Blanket!
Balz: my bad

Blanket walked over to us, as we all heard Chris, Ricky and Omar say a few words as the car steamed from the hood. I knew they were gonna mess the car up.

They started walking over to us.

Omar: oookay...
Paris: okay what?
Omar: Chris and the guys are gonna take us to where we need to go
Blanket: why?
Chris: there is no help for your car...none whatsoever
Paris: what are you talking about?
Me: Par. Car=broke, Broken down car=Motionless in White helps us.
Paris: you truely are your mother's child
Me: *bows*
Balz: well, how about we get going. Cause how those clouds look, we're gonna get rained on if we don't leave soon

We all looked at the clouds. They were dark, mean and scary looking. How do we miss that?

Paris and I got our stuff from the car and got into the bus, just as it began to rain hard. Thank you speed...you are a life saver.

While driving down the road, I wonder how things are with Momma. She must be worried still...

*Part 21 shall come soon. Stay tuned my dears*

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