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404 Part 1
Hey guys! Remember that girl who wrote Unladylike, promised to complete You've Got A Friend In Me and took a break with Our "Thing" her so called best story ever? Well she's back with something new and she hopes you all like it. This is dedicated to MJSite and Michael Jackson. -norah *1979* Katherine Jackson stared intently at her son. The sweetest of all her sons no doubt. She was staring at that one. She had stopped what she was doing to properly process what her dear Michael had just said. Her Michael would never say that nor would he use that tone with her. She was hurt, shocked and a little mortified. Strangely enough, she was mostly proud. Michael was leaning against the wall with both hands in his pocket. Michael: Mom, I'm moving out. Katherine: Why? Where are you going to? How are you getting there? Is something wrong? *gasps* Who's gonna cook all your meals? There's a woman involved isn't there? What's her name? Boy, you aint going nowhere until I see her. Michael: Momma, relax. I'm a fully grown man and you won't have to worry much about me. Katherine: *sighs* I guess you're right. He had a point. Katherine knew she'd have to let him go one day like his brothers. Like he said. He's a fully grown man. As she said that, Michael could see the sadness in her eyes. He went up to her and put an arm around her. Katherine: You take good care of yourself. Michael: *kisses top of her head* You raised me well, mom. This was going alot easier than Michael had thought. He didn't daew say anything that could complicate things for himself. It was a 45 minute long drive to this fancy hotel he had only read or heard about. The manager was a short, balding man who had greying brown hair(or what was left of it) and not a single strand of facial hair except his greying brown sideburns. Michael: Mr.Martin. *firmly shakes his hand* Martin: It's just Martin. A pleasure seeing you again, Jackson. One of the perks of being famous was that this obviously busy man took time to give Michael a grand tour of the place. After the tour, Martin could see Michael really liked the place. Michael: You can expect me here in at least two weeks. Martin: We have a very reliable security system to get those over enthusiastic fans out. As they spoke more about Michael's new living arrangements, a mixed(black and white) young lady who looked Michael's age dashed into the lobby. She was wearing a long flowy floral skirt and pink tye dye T shirt. Her curly hair was dyed blood red and it was tangled in a strange looking bun. Under her arm was a small rolled up mat. She layed the mat somewhere in the middle of the lobby and sat down Indian style. She clasped her hands together and closed her eyes. Martin groaned inwardly and gave her a horrible look. Michael was in awe of her and not in a good way. Who meditated in the middle of a hotel lobby. Michael: *whispering* Does she live here? Martin: *sighs* Yes. Let me introduce her. Martin went up to her and shook her in the middle of her millionth 'haum' sound. Martin: Lauren this is Michael Jackson. Michael this is Lauren Parker. Lauren: *opens one eye and sees Michael* Hi. Michael:*waves shyly* Hello. She had her arms out as if anticipating a hug. Michael went closer about to hug her, and she went to the couch and hugged it. Martin slapped his hand against his face. How could Lauren just be herself in polite company? After the brief hug, she went back to Michael and Martin. Lauren: Why are you so polite? Michael: Excuse me? Martin glared at her horridly and gave Michael an apologetic smile. Martin: She was joking. *chuckles embaressed* Lauren: Never mind. Heck, never mind me at all. Martin: She's right. She went away leaving her mat. Martin: You'll still be coming in two weeks, right? *looks at him pleadingly* Michael: Yeah. I'll just stay out of her way. After Michael left, Martin sighed in relief. He went to the desk of a middle aged woman in despair. Martin: Lauren happened again. Woman: I think she needs a little sanity in her life. Martin: A little? Woman: Okay alot. She's just lonely. Martin: You know business isn't booming and celebrities leave all because of her. Woman: Don't tell her to leave. She's a good kid underneath all that. Martin:*sighs* I just thought up how to get our dear Lauren back on planet earth. Woman: She was always a looney. Martin: Fine. I've got a plan to make Lauren adopt earthly ways. I'll make Michael Jackson live with her at 404. Woman: Isn't that against the law? Martin: *shrugs* Woman: How will you pull that off? Martin: I'll tell the kid he's at 404 and that Lauren's suite is under construction. We can say she did something and that she has nowhere to go but 404 because evertbody else won't have her. Woman: What will you tell Lauren? Martin: He was sent by Zeus or something. I can look that up on any fanfiction site why he's living with her. Woman: I don't know, Martin. In two weeks, screaming girls were outside the hotel while Martin was telling Michael how he had to live with Lauren. Martin: We gave her a warning. Michael: If it's temporary, I don't mind. Wow! How could a high kick destroy the whole ceiling. Martin: *laughs nervously* This is Lauren we're talking about. Michael used the elevator to get to his room. He was hoping to live alone but like Martin said, it was temporary. He was at the door of 404 and sighed.He was tired. He hoped she wouldn't disturb his nap. Meanwhile, Lauren was reading an encyclopedia intently only it was upside down. She was in her favorite black sweat pants (everyone needs a pair of sweat pants they love in her world) and tye dye blue tank top. She saw the door creak open slightly and knew danger lied ahead. Not to worry though, she grabbed her gun which was right next to her and pointed it straight at the creaking door. As the door opened wider and wider, she pulled the trigger. ****************************************************************That was prolly boring but please tell me if you liked or disliked. If you're interested in my other stories they're listed above. Until next time :)
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