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Privacy Part 29
*Queen Halleifer here. This one goes out to everyone. And to Michael Jackson<3. Enjoy!* Me and Michael went out to the limo and got in. We started on our 1 hour drive to the doctor. As we were going I got a mysterious phone call. Michael: Who is it? Me: I donâ??t know. (ME ON MY PHONE) Me: H-hello? ??: Meet me at your old house at 9:00pm tonight. Me: Who is this? ??: Youâ??ll find out then. Me: Or you could tell me now. ??: No. Come or your baby will be dead. Me: How would you kill it if it is inside me? (Michael heard me say that and he looked at me with a scared face) Michael: Gimme the phone. Me: No Mike. Me: Okay I will meet you there. ??: Good. Now make sure you are all alone. Me: Okey Dokey. I thought when creepy people call they usually ask for money? ??: I am a nice creepy person. I donâ??t want your money. Me: Thanks? ??: Whatever. Remember 9pm sharp. Me: Kayers. I hung up the phone and smiled at Michael. Michael: And it was? Me: No idea. Meeting them at my old house, BY MYSELF, at 9pm. Michael: Not by yourself. Me: Yes. Michael: No. I wonâ??t let you. I am your fiancé and my duties are to protect you..and our baby. Me: Michael donâ??t worry. He didnâ??t sound bad at all. Michael: Okay. Me and Michael arrived at the doctors. We went inside and they took us to the ultrasound room right away. The doctors still donâ??t know that the father of the baby is Michael Jackson. Haha..clueless people. I let Michael stay for this ultrasound..and that made him happy. The doctor said that they could tell what it was going to be.. Michael: Yes! Me: Whoa. Calm down. Doctor: Okay. It is going to be aâ?¦boy! Me: Aww.. Michael: Yes! Me: You wanted a boy? Michael: Yeah! Me: Aww..well it must be a dream come true for you. Michael: It really is. Me: And I already have a name. Michael: Oh thanks for discussing it with me. Me: Iâ??ll tell you later. Okay thanks doc. Doctor: Anytime folks. Now come back in 3 months for another ultrasound. Bye. Me and Michael: Bye. Me and Michael left and headed home. We did nothing really for the rest of the day. The only thing important we did was talk about names for the baby. It is 9pm. (My person forgot about the mystery guy). And Me and Michael are talking about names before we go to bed. Me(getting dressed for bed): I think we should name him Michael Jakkob. Michael: I think we should not name him after me. Me: We arenâ??t. Jakkob isnâ??t your middle name. Michael: Still. Me: Then what is your suggestion. Michael: Fine. I like your name. But why are you spelling Jakkob so weirdly? Me: He is unique. Michael: Okay. Me and Michael went to bed and we woke up at 9am the next day. That day we went shopping! I love shopping. I bought some amazing clothes. But Michael didnâ??t buy anything. He said this was a late birthday gift. Haha..okay then. Now it is January 13th. The day of the press conference. Michael was making me disguise myself so the people canâ??t see my face. He is wearing his usual kind of outfit. Ya know. Sequins and all. I am wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt. And a hoodie with the hood up. Michaelâ??s sunglasses. And a scarf wrapped around my face. I look like some crazy person. Me: Michael you can barely hear me through this scarf. Michael: Oh well. At least your identity is a secret. Me: Whatever. Me and Michael left for the conference which was to be at 3pm. We arrived 30 minutes late. Because as we all know..Michael is always late. When we arrived and got out of the limo the press was reaching for my face and trying to yank the scarf off. They successfully made me pissed. But they did not reveal my face. We got inside the building safely. And walked to the press room. Michael: You ready. Me: Yep. Michael: On the count of 3. Me: 1..2.. Michael: 3. Michael took my hand and we walked into the press room. Everyone stood up and started flashing their cameras. I was blinded by all the light. We got up to the table thing were the microphones were and we sat down. Michael started the conference by sayingâ?¦ Michael: Thanks for not attacking us on the way in. Now I will be answering the questions. And only answering reasonable ones. No stupid ones like â??Do I eat fries?â?. No that is lame. Only good reasonable questions. No who wants to ask the first question? All the reporters hand shot in the air and Michael would just point to one. Reporter 1: Who is this girl? Michael: My fiancé. Reporter 2: So you are engaged now? Michael: Yes. Reporter 3: This is the mother of your child? Michael: Yes. Reporter 4: How old is she? Michael(to me): Can I tell them? Me: Go ahead. Michael: 21. Reporter 5: So she is the same age. How long have you known her? Michael: 18 years. Reporter 6: Long time. What is her name? Michael: I canâ??t tell- Michael was cut off by a gun shot. And oh no. Oh my god. Heâ?? hit. Me: Call an ambulance! I looked at Michael and he had just been shot in the chest. I got down on my knees and knelt beside him. Me: Michael can you hear me? Michael: Y-yeah. Me: Donâ??t leave me. Michael: Iâ??ll try. Michaelâ??s eyes were closing and I thought I was losing him. Michael: Can I have one more kiss..in case something bad happens. Me: Donâ??t say that. Michael: Please. Me: Fine. I gave Michael a kiss and I made this one passionate. The ambulance came and put him on a stretcher. He was slowly losing consciousness. He said one last thing to me before they put him on the ambulance and I was separated from himâ?¦ Michael: If I die. Promise me you will keep the baby and name him Michael Jakkob. And also donâ??t stop yourself from moving on with your life just because of me. I love you. They shut the doors before I could say I love you back to him. So I just whispered to myselfâ?¦â?I love you moreâ?â?¦ ...TBC..hope you enjoyed and don't forget to vote!
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