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Couldn't Thank You Enough PT 6
Hope you enjoy! Dedicated to MJ, and everyone here. It's now three days, and I still can't get over the fact that Michael..Michael Jackson is in the same treatment program as me. Call me crazy, but this is a dream come true. Not being in treatment with him, but actually seeing him face to face. I have to say, he looks quite different from the last time I've see him, but you could tell it was him. 1987 was the exact last time I'd seen him. Not in person, but on tv. It's embarrassing to say, but that was the last time I'd hear his music. Funny how drugs keep you locked away from what's going on in the world huh? Everyone seemed to be taking Michael in very well. I mean, they were all over him, in his face, asking millions and millions of questions. That isn't me at all, I'm too shy. He attempted to speak to me, but all I give him is a shy smile and walk away. I hope he doesn't think I don't like him. I really do, I mean really really do. He's so nice and sweet, just wish I could of met him sooner. Anyways, I sat in the kitchen with everyone making tea and talking. You can always tell when Michael walks into the room, everyone becomes so excited. It's crazy how everyone all jumped up with an empty cup, volunteering to fix him tea. His face read flattered, but very uncomfortable. Should I be the one to speak up? I'm scared though, but I will do it to calm these wild animals down. I took a deep breath, it's me against them. "Will you all sit down?" I shouted. The room became quiet and all eyes were on me, even Michael's. He smirked at me as a thank you. I sat my cup down on the counter. "I'm sure Mr. Jackson doesn't want all of you crowding around him." "Thank you." He mouthed. I winked and slowly began to walk toward him. "I'm very sure that when you all first came here, Beechy gave some rules. Did she not?" I grabbed an empty cup out of someone's hand and walked closer to Michael. "We don't give special treatment here." I pressed the cup against his chest. "Help yourself MJ." He chuckled and bobbed his head in a goofy, dorky way. "Riiiight. Thanks." He walked towards the tea kettle while I walked back over to my cup. Everyone watched as he made himself a cup of tea. I was pretty sure that it was gonna taste horrible by all water he added and just the little tea package and all the sugar he poured into the cup. While he did all that, Rosa and another friend Emma walked over to me. "Wow, you were really tough on Michael." Emma said. "Yeah, maybe you should spank him next." Rosa added. I just giggled at the two. "Yall are crazy. I just think that everyone should treat him like a regular person." "But chica he's just too muy caliente!" Rosa bit her bottom lip. "He is cute, but nah.." They both looked at me like I was crazy. "Are you sick? Do you hear yourself mate?" Emma asked. "What? I just don't see him in that way." I shrugged and walked back over to Michael's direction. "Then why are you goin' back over there mama?" I turned and shrugged, "I don't know, guess I wanna make friends'." Michael was tasting his tea when I was walking up to him. The expression on his face was of disgust. "How's the tea?" I asked obviously knowing. "Um...it's sweet," He tasted again and scrunched his face. "Ugh, maybe a little too sweet." He chuckled. "Here," I took the cup away from him. "I'll only do this this one time, but after you're on your own." "Thanks, Samone." I looked up at him confused. "How'd you know my name?" "I asked, is that okay." He looked unsure. "Yeah, it's fine." I held out my hand. "Nice to meet you Samone." He shook it. I smiled, "You as well MJ." He let go of my hand and started conversating a bit. "What's a nice person like you in here for?" I raised my brows and sighed, "Well MJ, I'm a meth addict. Been one for 2 years." He felt kinda guilty for asking, "I'm sorry.." "Oh, don't be. We all gotta story to tell huh?" I asked handing him his new fresh cup. "I guess we do," He said while taking a sip "Umm, this is good girl." "Thanks." I smiled. "No, thank you... Hey, maybe we could share more." "Yeah, we can right now. It's Friday, which means we all take turns telling our life story..you know, whatever you wanna call it." "Will, I hear yours?" He asked "Yeah, I didn't speak last week." "Okay, well I want you to know that you have my support." "Thanks MJ." "Can I ask you a question?" "You just did." I chuckled. "I like your sense of humor." "Thanks." He giggled "Well..what I was gonna ask is why do you call me MJ?" I lowered my eyebrows. "Because..that's..your...name.." "Oh...right..stupid me." He laughed feeling embarrassed. "It's alright MJ," I patted his shoulder. "Come on, it's time for confessions." He rolled his eyes, "Everyone already knows me.. I'm too shy." I stepped behind him and made him walk. "Don't be a big baby, just hear me, you don't have to share if you don't want to, but eventually you will." He whined, "I wanna go home." "Shut it." Everyone started piling in while I stood infront, nervous of what I was gonna say. This was gonna be hard, but I had to lift this weight lifted off my shoulders... TBC... Hope you enjoyed. -Samone:)♥
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