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Competing For Love Part 4
Ok. IM BACK!! Did you miss me? lol sorry it took 3 months. It wont happen again. Always dedicated to MJ and everyone on MJSite! We hopped in the limo and was going down the highway. Im still trying to think about what the hell just happened. I came to the reunion, got in an argument, got in a fight with Pamela, Michael kissed me, and now Im sitting next to him in a limo. What the fluff! This has been the most confusing night of my life! My brain started processing this slowly. Until Michael grabbed my hand. Michael:You ok? Me:Yeah. Confused, but Im fine. Michael:What are you confused about? Me:Everything that just happened, happened so fast. Michael:When I kissed you? Me:No..Well, yeah, but why did you do that? Michael:I have feelings for you. Like I said before, I was kinda upset when we had to cancel and pick Pamela. I really don't like her, she's a....you know- Me:Prissy bitch. Michael:Right. Do you know what she said to me when we were off air? Me:No, what? Michael:(like Pamela)Now that you have me, you better not be looking at any other girls except me. Me:Really? Michael:Yes! I was like, millions of girls throw theirselves at me and you expect me not to look at them? Its not like Im gonna grab them, and take them to the nearest hotel for a one night stand. That's not the kind of guy I am. Me:I know, but you could flirt if you want to. What was she thinking? Michael:I don't know and I don't wanna know. Me:Enough about her. Its draining me. Michael:(giggles)Ok, now where are we going? Me:What do you mean? Michael:My place or yours? Me:Oh, I don't know. You pick. Michael:I wanna see your house. Me:No, you don't. Michael:(smiles)Yes, I do. Me:No, Im warning you, its not what you expect. I just moved in so its not ready. Michael:I don't care, we're going to your house now. Me:(throws my hands up)Fine. Then, Michael moved over and gave me a quick kiss on my lips. He started moving away, but I wanted to continue it. I wrapped my arms aroud his neck and pulled him in to kiss me more. It suprised him, but he didn't dare to stop it. If anything, he loved it cause he moved me on top of him. He sat in the middle of the seat and I was on him. My fingers were playing with his hair and his hands were on my waist. I didn't want it to end, but of course all good things come to an end. My phone started ringing. I didn't get off Michael though. Me:Who's speaking? ?:Your father. Me:Hey, what's up? Michael:(whispers)Who is it? Dad:I just saw you on TV. Me:How did I look? Michael:(whines)Tell me. Dad:Good. Like me. Me:(giggles)Then I looked like a saggy puppy. Michael:Aw, come on. Dad:A good lookin' one. Me:(laughs)Whatever. Michael:(gently shakes me)Maryse, are you there? Me:(smiles)C'mon stop. Dad:Who? Me? Me:No, not you. Dad:So, its you and Michael? Me:Yeah, I guess. Michael:Hello, anybody there? Dad:Good, you need a man in your life besides me. Me:No, I don't. Michael:(waves his hand in front of my face)Yoo-hoo. Me:Can I call you back? Im getting distracted. Dad:Yeah, sure. Me:Bye. (hangs up)Are you serious, Michael? Michael:(looks innocent)What I do? I wrapped my hands around his neck and started fake chocking him. He was making faces like I really was. I let go of his neck and he kissed my cheek as I got off him. I really don't want us to go to my house cause its not ready. There's nothing there yet except a bed in my room, a couch, a TV, and a fridge. Then, there's boxes everywhere cause I didn't unpack yet. But Michael never takes no for an answer. A few moments later, we were in the front of my house. Me:Do we have to? Michael:Yes, I bet its not that bad. Me:Can't we just go to Neverland? Michael:C'mon, we're already here. Me:Ugh! Fine. So, I unwillingly took my keys out of my purse and unlocked the front door. I guess you call my house a mini-mansion or something. Its kinda big like one, but a little smaller. Its just so plain cause nothing is really there. Michael:(looks around)This is cool. Me:Really? Michael:Mmm-hmm. Me:Do you want anything to drink. Michael:Ummm...water, please? Me:Sure. I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of water out the fridge. Im not gonna lie Im nervous. I've been around Michael for, I think, 3 months on TV, but this is different. He's in my house and we're alone. ALONE! Ok, let me get it together. I walked in the living room and seen Michael sitting on the couch, reading something. Since I was behind him, I snuck over his shoulder and saw that he was reading my journal that I left on the couch this morning. In that journal I write poems. Not regular poems though. I tend to write sexual poems for some reason. The one he was reading was this: I want you, I need you I want you to be mine tonight You need me, you tease me You're fire taking me higher Come on lets go all the way Tight action, rear traction So hot, you blow me away I'll lay back, you'll go inside Come on lets go all the way I write these poems, but I don't want anybody reading them. Its embarrassing! I snuck closer behind him and snatched my journal out of his hands. He jumped a little and turned around. Me:I'll take that. Michael:Im sorry, it was just there and- Me:Its ok. Here's your water. (gives it to him) Michael:Thanks. Long awkward silence! Michael:Are you ok? Me:Yeah, why you ask? Michael:You haven't said anything. Me:Well, Im embarrased as hell. Michael:Why? Me:(points to the journal)Duh! Michael:Its nothing to be embarrased about. Me:(blushes)You probably think Im a sex freak now. Michael:(smirks)No, but there's nothing wrong with that. Me:(smiles)Shut up. Michael:Make me. I leaned forward to him, but I didn't kiss him or anything. Our lips were just centimeters apart and he could easily kiss me if he want. I just stared into his beautiful dark brown eyes, hypnotized by them. They're so addicting! He put his hand on the side of my face and finally kissed me. I practically melted to his touch. His hand moved from my face to my hair as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I didn't notice, but he started to lay me down on the couch and his hands were now on my waist. His tongue slid across my bottom lip and soon enough our toungues were dancing in each others mouth. A part of me wanted to stop this cause we don't really know each other that much and I don't wanna rush things, but another part of me wanted to rip his clothes off. Not wanting to, I slowly pulled away. As soon as I looked into his eyes, I blushed really hard. Michael:You're really cute when you blush. Me:(smiles)Stop, you're making it worse. Michael:Its true. Its kinda getting late and I gotta get my kids from my mother's. Me:Ok, see you tomorrow? Michael:(smiles)Of course. We both got up and walked to the door. He said goodnight and kissed my cheek and left. I went to my bedroom, changed into my pajamas and went to sleep, dreaming about Michael. The next morning. No, scratch that. The next afternoon I woke up and started to do my daily routine. I tend to sleep all morning. As I was brushing my teeth, the doorbell rung. I pratically ran downstairs and opened the door. I should have been embarrased cause I didn't look right. My hair was in a messy ponytail, I had my toothbrush in my mouth with toothpaste around my lips, and all I was wearing was long pajama pants. But I had a dark green bra on. I forgot about that though when I saw Michael. Me:Hey! Michael:Hi, I've been calling you all morning. Me:I just woke up. Michael:(comes in)At 4 in the afternoon? Me:(smiles)Yeah. Michael:(giggles)Nice appearance. Me:(blushes)Crap! Ummm...Im gonna fix myself. Michael:(laughs)Ok. I ran upstairs and finished brushing my teeth and changed my clothes. I wore a sky blue shirt that stops above my belly button, black jeans and black small heels with two silver chains across it. I also combed my hair down. I ran downstairs to Michael and hugged him tightly. Michael:Im guessing you're glad to see me. Me:Duh! Michael:(kisses me)Well, don't you look beautiful today, but then again you do everyday. Me:(smiles)Thanks, so do you. Michael:Thank you. I came over here to see if you wanna go to the park or something. Me:Sure. Michael:Great, lets go. Me:Word of advice, never come to a girls' house unexspected. Michael:(giggles)Ok, I'll remember that. I locked the front door and we walked to the park. It was only 3 blocks away from my house anyway. Michael held my hand and kissed my cheek. And I blushed as usual. Of course he was wearing disguise so he didn't ge recognized when we got to the park. It was just a baseball cap and sunglasses, but it didn't look like him. Once we walked around the park, we started to talk. Michael:So, tell me about yourself. Me:What don't you know about me? I've pretty much told you everything on the show. Michael:You never mentioned your mother. Me:Oh, she's a fashion supermodel. Michael:(pokes my side)So, that's where your looks come from. Me:(smiles)Yeah, pretty much. She's in Sweden now doing a show and we don't really have that much contact with each other. But we do when we can, which is rare. Michael:It must be pretty hard with two famous parents. Me:(shrugs)Eh..Sometimes. It was really difficult when I was a kid though. I've gone through about 27 nannies when they were both gone. I basically never saw them cause my dad was always doing a movie and my mom was always doing a show. It was tough, but its ok now I guess. Michael:I can relate to having a rough childhood. Did you ever tell them how you felt? Me:No, I didn't wanna bother them with it. Michael:What's your mother's name by the way? Me:Alainia Vassilikki. Michael:Oh, ok. Me:Her last name is Greek cause my grandpa is. Michael:So, you're Greek too? Me:A little. Michael:(smiles)My girlfriend is French, Italian, and Greek! Me:(laughs)That's new for you? Michael:Yes! For some reason, I feel like calling your mother and thank her for giving birth to you. Me:(laughs)Shut up. You can, but it wouldn't work out cause she doesn't speak English. Michael:Really? Me:Mmm-hmm. Michael:How did she talk to your dad then? Me:They drew pictures as a part of communition. Like if we had to go food shopping, she would draw an egg and stuff. My dad got a translation book cause she would write in French and he didn't know what she was saying so it was really wierd to me. Until my dad learned a little French. Michael:Your life is way more fascinating than mine. Me:No, its not. This is sooo awesome! Walking through the park with Michael. It was so perfect....Until someone ran up to us. It was Pamela. Ugh! Pamela:How dare you leave me! Me:Oh, God! To Be Continued...... *Its All For Love, L.O.V.E*
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