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Tough Love Part 11
Hey everyone. Itâ??s me Aariyan. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I locked the door, and it was just silence until Michael asked me this bizarre question. (Michael) â??Do you believe in the Devil Lyric?â? I made sure I muted the radio. (Me) â??What?â? (Michael) â??I said do you believe in the Devil.â? (Me) â??Of course I do. I mean I know he exist in a way that isnâ??t apparent to the naked eye. You went to church with us just two days ago!â? (Michael) â??I know.â? Silence for about two minutes, other than me telling him the way to Daniâ??s house. (Michael) â??I asked, because from a young age, I grew up in a house of Jehovah Witnessâ??s, though we donâ??t say that on TV. Discussing relationships can get controversial with the wrong people.â? (Me) â??I bet.â? I already hated this conversation. (Me) â??You became this teen idol when you hit thirteen, fourteen, or whatever; but you didnâ??t have a girlfriend. I never got that.â? I could tell I was hitting this nerve spot, which he wasnâ??t comfortable with. (Michael) â??Fans of mine would write to me, and I would write back. There was this one girl in particular, who was around my age. I really connected with her. The last time I saw her was in New York this year.â? Then he laughed. (Me) â??Andâ?¦?â? (Michael) â??And that was that.â? (Me) â??Nothing else?â? (Michael) â??Nothing really happened between us Lyric.â? Then he smirked, and looked at me. â??Jealous?â? (Me) I was so bad at denial, so I made it unconvincing on purpose. â??No, no, thatâ??s not it. Iâ??m interested on what you did in New York. Partied?â? (Michael) â??For me to know, and for you to find out.â? I let my window down a bit, and sort of rested my arms and head on the door. (Michael) â??I asked you out of curiosity.â? I looked at him a bit annoyed, and stuck my head back in the car. (Me) â??You already know Iâ??m a strong-minded person Michael. I think you already know I probably wouldâ??ve figured out thereâ??s a total opposite to God.â? (Michael) â??Believe in phone conversations with a boy?â? (Me) â??Oh my goodness, what is it now. Are you crazy?! Iâ??m still on the â??I hate boysâ?? trip, and youâ??re asking me if I talk to them on the phone. No! Not really. Why should I? Iâ??m perfectly content with myself right now.â? (Michael) â??Itâ??s just another rule with the Jehovahâ??s. Itâ??s considered a date.â? I looked at him and laughed: hard. I wouldnâ??t shut up, so he had to cut my laughter, and laugh at his self a little. (Michael) â??Their rules are a lot stricter than a typical Christian.â? (Me) â??What else canâ??t they do?â? (Michael) â??Celebrate holidays. No happy birthdays, just nothing.â? (Me) â??Too bad for you: because Iâ??m a girl who likes turkey.â? And that was the end of that. Danielle squealed, and squealed before we even got to the driveway. She was wearing a sweater and leggings. (Me) â??Oh, boy.â? Michael caught me being irritated. (Michael) â??Canâ??t help her Lyric. She must have gooood taste, yâ??know.â? I looked over at him with the most I-donâ??t-care expression, then ruined it by smirking and saying â??No, I donâ??t.â? (Me) â??Hey, if you donâ??t mind, can you back up and stop at the corner?â? (Michael) â??Why?â? I started fidgeting with my fingers. (Me) â??Uh. This is too much pressure for me as it is.â? (Michael)â?What is it? Youâ??re going to be tired: walking back and forth.â? (Me) â??So, I donâ??t care. Dani and Iâ??ll need stalling-time to talk as we approach the car.â? I looked at him because he was looking at me. (Michael) â??Fine; you and your girlie ways.â? He grumbled as he was putting the car in Reverse. Michael pressed on the brakes smoothly and put it in Park. I was still looking like Boo-Boo the Fool. (Michael) â??Well?â? he said impatiently. I gave him one of my most disgusted looks and closed his door harder. I jogged towards Danielleâ??s house and in no time, I was there. (Danielle) â??Where is he? Huh, where is he?â? She was literally looking over my shoulder, digging her nails in my shoulders a little. (Me) â??Um yeah, I need a minute or two to have a little chat with you.â? (Danielle) â??Whereâ??s Michael, Lyric.â? (Me) â??Shh! Come on. Walk witâ?? me. Talk witâ?? me.â? (Danielle) â??Okay, whatâ??s up Lyric?â? (Me) â??Donâ??t go google-eye on Michael. Kay?â? That was my starting speech as we left her porch. (Danielle) â??Okay. Sure.â? After a minute of silence and both of us were crouching over each other with one of our arms lying over the otherâ??s shoulder, she stopped walking and stood up. So I did the same. (Danielle) â??You like him?â? (Me) â??Who, Michael? I donâ??t know. I mean heâ??s so much older than me. And quiet!â? (Danielle) â??Well youâ??re quiet too!â? I gave her a pain look. (Danielle) â??I mean not a mute box. You just donâ??t like to be thrown in the spotlight without being prepared.â? (Me) â??I hate boys, okay? Thereâ??s some thatâ??s just, uck! Then there are the â??quiet-cuteâ?? ones, too. Hate them. Then when I want a little rebellion in a boy, he just bring back memories.â? I could tell she was getting impatient with me and I was wishing I never made plans. It was so spontaneous that I was afraid my plans would crumble under pressure. Once we got to Michaelâ??s car though, she took the time to stare at him for ten seconds, and then jumped in the back of the car, slamming it. At least she was polite enough to not get in the passengerâ??s seat. â??Oh my holy God! I never, ever, ever, never thought I would meet you!â? Then she hugged him by the back of the neck. I only watched with my mouth close because it was funny. She even took a picture of him in her tight grasp. On our way to Patriciaâ??s and Sherryâ??s house, she still had the google-eye despite my wishes. Patricia wanted to invite him in and take pictures, but I could tell that was something he didnâ??t want to do, so I gave Pat â??the lookâ?. Sherry seemed to be the only one with some type of sense because she didnâ??t yell or scream I met Michael Jackson. She simply called him Michael. The only thing that kept biting at me was my stomach. It felt all squishy and I couldnâ??t shake the feeling. That meant I wasnâ??t great company while the girls were chattering away. I believe Michael sensed that, so he wasnâ??t a great host. As we were getting closer to the jazz place, Sherry asked Michael if he would read a poem or sing. â??Oh no guys. Iâ??m just a part of the audience tonight.â? Pat actually worked her way closer to him and said, â??Michael, weâ??re girls yâ??know. Actually women. Young, healthy, scrumptious, womeeen.â? Patricia gets that way sometimes. I know she meant no harm, but it irked me. Michael just looked over his shoulder a little and laughed in his little way. I couldnâ??t lie; I had the green eye on her. Sad to say, but I get that way when Iâ??m not in my right mind. But when I act that way, he smashes my â??therapeuticâ? objects to the ground! I tipped the brim of Michaelâ??s hat down over my eyes a little, and gazed out my window again. My reflection reflected my feelings to a T. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hey everyone. I must say Iâ??ve been holding on to this part for some months. Actually Iâ??ve been trying to find the words to put for this part. Not to worry though, ideas have come into mind for my others stories, but one story at a time, right? Of course I have ideas for Lyric. All it takes is a few more months in this story, and it will be jumpinâ??! Lol. You gotta keep in tune and have faith that you will be blown away when you least expect it. I always hope yâ??all do. As usual, Iâ??m reading other people stories and laughing at the punch lines. Any-a-ways (lol) love Aariyan. BTW: Throughout the story, the writing format changed since like I said, I typed bits and pieces at different times. Still hope you like it the same!
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