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Smooth Criminal *8*

*-Lexa*

I ran over to him, trying to keep myself from crying.

Me: *softly* Dadâ?¦..
Dad: A-Al-li.
Me: *tears* Dad, I canâ??t do this without you.
Dad: Yes y-you can. 
Me: *calls Michael* Michael?
Michael: Ali? Whatâ??s wrong?
Me: Please, you have to help me.
Michael: Ok, Iâ??ll be right there. *hangs up*

*Michaelâ??s POV*

I was so worried. I almost tripped on my way to the car. What could have happened that was so horrible? My mind raced as I drove into the alley way. When I got out, I heard Ali call,

Ali: Michael!

I climbed up the ladder as fast as I could and saw Ali leaning over Jake. I rushed over to them and saw that Jake was stabbed. He could make itâ?¦..right?

Me: Ali, what happened?
Ali: I donâ??t know. 
Me: Iâ??ll call the paramedics. 
Ali: *nods*

*Alexisâ??s POV*

When Michael left, I curled up next to dad and put his arm around me.

Me: I canâ??t do this without you.
Dad: Y-Yes you c-can, Ali. Youâ??re mother would be proud of you.
Me: *laughs a little* I know.
Dad: Iâ??ll take care of your mother when I go.
Me: Dad, donâ??t say that!
Dad: I love you, Ali. Always remember that.
Me: *crying* Dad, please.
Dad: Iâ??m sorry, Ali. Michael will take care of you.
Me: Dadâ?¦..
Dad: Iâ??m sorry.

And he stopped breathing.

Me: Dadâ?¦..
Michael: The paramedics areâ?¦â?¦is heâ?¦..?
Me: *softly* Yeah. *gets up*
Michael: Ali, *hugs me*

I cried into his chest until the paramedics came and took dad away. Why did this have to happen to me?

*Day of the funeral*

It was the day of the funeral and I wore a dress that looked like this, http://www.dgdesignnetwork.com.au/dgdn/wp-content/images/DGmagazine129/Fb102077R.jpg

Michael: *walks in* Are you ready?
Me: No.
Michael: *hugs me* Itâ??s ok. Weâ??ll get through this. *pulls back and looks into my eyes* Ok?
Me: Ok. 
Michael: Good. Now letâ??s go, weâ??ll be late.

*At the funeral*

When we arrived at the funeral, the first thing I saw was my fathers casket. I hid my face in Michaelâ??s shoulder while I walked.

Michael: *rubs my arm* Itâ??s ok. Itâ??s ok.

We sat down as I rested my head on Michaelâ??s shoulder. This wasnâ??t like me. I never got close to Michael like this. Michael was surprised but let me do whatever. He put his arm around me and rested his head on mine.

Jennifer: You 2 make such a cute couple.
Us: *quickly pull away*
Me: Jennifer! We are NOT together.
Jennifer: *giggles* Ok, ok. *walks away*
Me: I am SO sorry about her.
Michael: Itâ??s all right.

We did the same thing again and people looked at us but I just glared at them so they would back off. During the funeral, I sang Hurt by Christina Aguilera and Michael was amazed.

Michael: *whispers* When did you learn to sing like that?
Me: *whispers* My mom. She was an amazing singer.
Michael: Well so are you.

Should I take that as a complement or a flirt? Nah.

Derek: Jakeâ?¦what can I say? *chuckles* He was an amazing fighter, friend *looks at me*, father. But now, since he is gone, we have to pick the new mafia boss.
Me: *flinches* Uh oh.
Derek: Well, who better to take Jakeâ??s place, other than another Johnson, Alexis Johnson.
Me: *wide eyed* What?

*-Lexa*

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