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Magic Mike Part 2
Thank you for the votes guys. Never thought the story would receive these many votes so fast. Hope you like this next part as well! -Aariyan Chapter 2 Meeting Michael When I came to, I woke up on the floor still, but with a pack of ice on my head. When I started looking around, he giggles and says, "You wouldn't let me move you because every time I did, you would kick and scream." Then I felt something heavy and gooey on the side of my head. "Is this blood?" I croaked. Then I looked up at him again. "I thought you guys were on tour. Aren't y'all supposed to be in...in...at somewhere?!" That's when Michael laughs. "Whoever said that? Me and my brothers were on tour up until December last year, and we're just taking this nine month break." "Why is that?" "Look, why don't we get you back on the bed; you've been on the floor long enough." I fretted as soon as he said that, but I did as he asked. "...I'm guessing you're wondering how I got into your room." A short pause, then an unwilling chuckle, "Yes please." Then that's when I suddenly sit up, "Well it was just a joke. My friend and I wanted to surprise a guest in a hotel...and it ended up being you." A good lie I made up. I hope he falls for it. "A joke, hunh? The way you were sitting didn't look like a joke to me." "Well it was." "How so?" "Just...just because it was." "How old are you?" "You're never supposed to ask a lady to give out her name." "A lady doesn't do these things." "You caught me at a bad time sweetheart," then I try getting off the bed. "Wait, can I at least get your name?" "...It's uh, Jane." "Jane what?" Doe. "No, it's um, Jane Brookes." "Jane Brookes...okay." Then I smile then, "It's not like I'm some crazy fan of Brooke Shields...or Jane Fonda. It's just my name. Excuse me Michael. I gotta go." As soon as I begin to walk, I'm hit with this panging headache. "Uh, why don't I tell my brothers I've had a long night, and rather go to sleep so I can nurse you until the morning. How does that sound?" Maybe to get him off my back, I'll agree to it now, but in the middle of the night, leave. "Sure," I mean it's not like I couldn't just rob your wallet and leave Mr. Jackson... "Here, why don't you lay here." Michael tucks me under the covers, and as bad as I'm wanting to get back to Matt, this wave of sleepiness takes over me. "Although I don't agree to it, I can get you a pain pill to take." As he was handing it to me, I ask, "Why don't you?" "Oh, I don't agree to the use of drugs." I snicker then as I gulp down some water, "Oh it's just pain medicine, Michael." "I know, but I..." "I what?" "I just take on a pure life, no drugs in my system." You'll never be friends with my boyfriend. "So what made you come here?" "Okay, it's time for me to go to bed now," then I move the covers over my shoulders. "Speaking of why I'm here, why are YOU?" "Oh, my brothers and I wanted a night out, thought Arizona was the place to be." "Seriously, why Michael?" "Just traveling and relaxing while we can." "Oh." I don't remeber much after that because I went to sleep. I woke up around seven from habit. I had gotten used to getting up early, making sure Matt's breakfast was fixed early--right in time for him when he got up early, or on occassion when he came home from work. "You're up too?" I yawn. "Yuueep. Want some breakfast?" We went to this nice resturant, but ate outside, to my request. "These muffins really are good." I didn't bring an extra set of clothes because learning from Matt, it's always classier to not bring a change of clothes or anything extra so you'd seem professional. Plus I'm glad I didn't bring anything extra. I didn't want to tip off Michael and let him think I was doing anything else other than a "joke". "Hey, I have to go and hate that this is so sudden, but I hope you'll do fine Jane." Michael stands suddenly and and I too. I already know what this means. Another farewell in my life. The only person I know I can trust right now is Matt. "Here's the money for the bill and the tip. See you around," he gives me another hug and a peck on the cheek, which really means nothing to me because he's leaving. "Bye Michael." After he walks out of sight, I've noticed he left a black bag on the ground. Then when I go to unzip it, it's extra money in there. It says, "Hope I left enough money so you won't have to do this again. Best regards." Then at the bottom of the bag, I find another piece of paper with a phone number on it. I don't know why, but I slipped THAT piece of paper in my pocket before leaving the money that Michael originally gave me to the waiter, then I took the bus back to Matt's and my motel.
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