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Ways Of Loving *1*
(I'm very new at writing so umm yeah. I'm Mona and I hope you enjoy!) (1987) It seems like all we ever do is argue. We as in me and Michael Jackson. Who's this me? I'm Lorna Feldman and am engaged to the sweetest, most handsome if I may say so myself and funniest man ever. The day we met two years ago was one I'll cherish forever. For starters I met the love of my life and it was my 21st birthday. I was just a starstruck little fan and he was well, he was Michael friggin' Jackson! We got along so well at the party that we exchanged numbers and I guess started something resulting in this engagement. But even when he proposed, the arguments had already started. I don't know why and I don't know how they really began. They just did. We'd fight over the 7 year age gap, what to do together, marriage, sex (it was once), his fans, his lifestyle, my job as a nothing, his family, my family and pretty much anything that comes to mind. Right now even, on a Sunday morning we were fighting. "Why won't you go to church?"I asked putting on my earrings. He was on the bed 'sleeping'. No answer. I went up to the bed and hovered over him. I shook him hard and he still wouldn't budge. "Okay. So this is how it goes now." I said ready to give up. "They keep taking pictures of me and stuff." he mumbled. "I don't see how that's problematic.." "Of course you wouldn't. It's part of my job you know." Even though he was mumbling, he emphasized the word 'job'. I decided to let it go this time. He eventually woke up and his face was just tired. "Fine. I'll go to church. Happy now?" I wasn't focused on what he was saying because I was pre occupied by a phone number written on the back of his hand. "Who left an imprint on your hand? Tell her she needs a new handwriting." I said sarcastically. "Who said it's a her?" he said getting all defensive. "It is a her. It always is. And would a guy add hearts and stuff?"I said with a hand on my hip. "I won't call her or anything so just chill." "No. I can't chill. If you stepped in my shoes for a sec you'd get it." I said getting a little mad. "That's the problem. You certainly can chill but you won't. You're the one who needs to step in my shoes." After saying that, he left the room and I just stood there. He was wrong. That's what I simply told myself throughout the day. Me and Michael didn't talk much to each other and would give each other salty looks. Sometimes I forget that we're getting married. It was getting real late and he hadn't returned from wherever he went. Probably hunting down more phone numbers at cheap hangouts. I was about to go to bed when he came. He had flowers with him. "These are for you." he said sweetly. It was bigger than the normal sized bunch of roses. I took them and looked at him. He seemed sincere. "Thank you." I said softly putting the roses on the table. "I even got your favorite video Purple Rain." he said. "That's thoughtful of you. But The Color Purple is my favorite."I said looking into his eyes. "Oh. Well I got the color right so that counts for something, right?" he said shyly. "You're so cute, Michael. And don't worry. What's two hours of watching Prince?" I said taking the box. We sat on the couch and he had his arms around me. "I'm gonna have a tough time watching this." he said. "Because it's Prince?"I asked. "I won't go in full detail about that but I might have a tough time watching because the most beautiful girl in the world is right here with me." It's times like these when I forget whatever had been said or done before. But when those times return the good times we've had are like shoved aside. And the next day was no different than what usually happens. Only that time I for the first time wanted to leave him......
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