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BUTTERFLIES - pt 12

We practically grabbed a t-shirt, pants, hairbrush each and got into the limo. As Jason drove us, we changed. Michael looked decent but I looked like crap.

Michael: You look beautiful.
Me: (snort) Yeah right. 
Michael: Hehe you're so stubborn aren't you?
Me: (kisses him) Yes.

We get to the airport around 25 minutes later. Michael has to wear sunglasses and a hat to avoid being recognised. We ran through the terminal looking for Emma and Jake. I start yelling.

Me: Emma! Lol! Uh..Jake!!
Michael: There. (points to waiting seats)
Me: Em!

She looks up from the seats with relief on her face.

Lol: Oh you came! (hugging me tightly)
Me: That's what she said.
Lol: Hehehe. I'm really gunna miss you.
Me: Keep in touch.
Lol: I will. Now, I wanna get two things off my chest.
Me: Go ahead.
Lol: (not fooled by michael's disguise, hugs him) Take care of Bee.
Michael: I will.
Lol: Oh and I'm pregnant.
Me: Ah! Oooh! You're pregnant!?
Lol: Yeah. 8 weeks.
Loudspeaker: Flight Encino to San Francisco now boarding.
Lol: Guess that's my cue.
Me: (hugging her again) Be a good mom.
Lol: I will. Bye guys.
Mike and I: Bye.

She leaves with Jake and Michael and I hold hands walking back. When we get home, I fall asleep on the couch with Michael as we watched the old Bugs Bunny cartoons. I heard the family get home and someone put a blanket on us. Michael must have fallen asleep too.

I woke up in the morning with the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach. I went to the bathroom and was sick.

Michael: Hey, are you okay?
Me: Not really.
Michael: (goes downstairs and calls my dad) Hello this is Bianca Scott's neighbour. Yes,...she isn't feeling well...okay..
Me: (gives me the phone) Hey dad...no...yes...sick...bye.

I went downstairs and opened the front door but was stopped by a hand.

Michael: And where do you think you're going?
Me: Home?
Michael: Aww come on. You're sick, you need to be taken care of.
Me: No, I've been a pest. I should go.
Michael: Please? (giving me the puppy dog eyes)
Me: Okay.

I spent yet another day there and it was starting to feel like home. Katherine made me soup, Michael kept me company and Janet entertained me with her barbies. They were all so kind and took care of me.

That night I went home and I felt a lot better.

To Be Continued....
**The next part takes place 1978
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