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Tough Love Part 95; Part 1
I hope EVERYONE is enjoying the HOLIDAYS! I know Iâ??m enjoying writing these chapters! Plus to me, I kind of think of â??Tough Loveâ? as being in its Second Phase. But youâ??ll see why ;) & I know Christmas has came and passed, but I didnâ??t wanna post just anything on here so itâ??s taken me longer. Plus things have been crazy this year with a demanding school year, so I can say that one of my resolutions is to type more in 2013. Weâ??ve nearly left 1978 in this story so hang tight! ~Aariyan x-mas x-mas x-mas x-mas x-mas x-mas x-mas x-mas x-mas x-mas x-ma Chapter 95; Part 1 Christmas Day, 1978 Michael turns into this wide parking lot while we were on our way to his house. â??Michael why are you stopping?â? â??I gotta tell you something first.â? I roll my eyes. â??WHY do you feel the need to stop driving first?â? â??Because I need to.â? He made that sound final so I kept quiet. Michael pulls up and park. It reminded me of when Nick did it sometime last month. He sat there while trying not to look at me or stop his evident shaking. â??I have something to tell ya,â? when he saw I wasnâ??t going to look at him, Michael lifts my chin. All I saw was â??focusâ? in his eyes. â??What is it?â? â??Before we left for Hawaii, I told your momâ??â? â??Uck, donâ??t call her that.â? â??Well, I told Angela before we left for Hawaii that she could have my bed.â? â??WHAT?!â? â??I hated that YOUR MOM was sleepinâ?? on the COUCH while I was in a room.â? â??When were you going to tell me this?â? â??Iâ??ve been meaning to. And Iâ??m NOT LYING, but I really didnâ??t put it off. Itâ??s just that every opportunity, I let it slide by and never did it.â? I started breathing real hard. Tears were gathering. And as I looked at Michael, I could just wrap my hands around his throat and continue to squeeze. I was that pissed. I launched at him as I blindly swiped Michael. â??Lyric STOP!â? But I ignored him. â??You TRAITOR! You KNEW!â? â??No I DIDNâ??T! I didnâ??t know your parents were feeling each other again.â? I just threw my arms on the dashboard and cried with my head on them. I could tell Michael was sitting there, and he probably didnâ??t know what to do. After a few minutes, he tries to rub my back, but I immediately jerk my shoulder, and his arm falls. Once I see his house, I look over at Michael. â??Do you think theyâ??ve BEEN liking each other?â? Michael was going to say something, but he catches himself and just shrug. â??I donâ??t wanna speak and tell you the wrong thing.â? I look at my face again. My eyes were still pink, but darker than Pepto-Bismol because there were shades of red there. I go to grab a napkin, and as the make-up starts to rub off, I glance at Michael before I try to reapply some more on. â??If I see him again Lyricâ?¦heâ??s a dead man. Heâ??s GOTTA BE!â? I knew Michael was talking about Cooper but I didnâ??t want to think about him. I still canâ??t FATHOM him doing this to me, so Iâ??m trying not to think about it. â??Do I sound like Iâ??ve been crying?â? Michael looks at me. â??Hmmâ?¦â? he says as he listens critically, â??Blow your nose some more so you wonâ??t sound like you have.â? â??Okay,â? I say as I blow it some more. â??I want to make sure youâ??re ready to go in there.â? I blew my nose again before answering. â??Iâ??m ready.â? This time I used my crutches because I knew I might be moving around. I didnâ??t want Michael to be pushing me around in the wheel chair. Right when he opened it, Janet comes springing out with a Christmas sweater on and she had another in her hands. â??Happy St. Nicholas!â? I roll my eyes again, but then I try to smile real quick. I even stop right in-front of her as she is just staring now with her mouth open. â??What would Katherine do if she saw you like this?â? â??Thatâ??s the same thing I was thinking when I saw her in that sweater.â? Katherine zooms out the kitchen, then she stops by Janet with her hands on her hips. Janet never responds because sheâ??s still staring at me. â??What theâ?¦what happened Lyric?â? Then her palm goes to her head, â??Oh yeah I forgotâ?¦â? she begins to laugh, â??Michael told me. Iâ??m sorry honey, Iâ??ve just been busy and I forgot all about it. I was just so focused on what Janet was doing, then I saw her staring at you like that.â? â??Oh itâ??s okay Katherine, I understand.â? â??Well no one told me!â? Then Janet comes back with a black marker to sign my cast. â??Iâ??ll tell you Jan.â? And while Katherine makes us a fruit salad, I explain to Janet what really happened to my leg. While I was finishing up my second round of fruit salad, the phone rings. By her tone, I could tell Katherine was talking to THEM. When she hangs up, she faces me. â??Your father,â? I shivered a little when she said that, â??said something about your friend, M.J., called the house and asked if you wanted to go to his house sometime for Christmas. Since you werenâ??t at your house, he tried here.â? â??â?¦â? she looks over at me again, so I just say, â??â?¦Okayâ?¦.â? I was in Janetâ??s room as we watched TV when she asked about my boyfriend again. â??How does it feel?â? â??How does WHAT feel?â? I ask with a laugh. â??With you being with that guy. Heâ??s really cute. Do you feel like you canâ??t contain yourself sometimes?â? â??With what?â? â??â?¦You know what I mean.â? I just look at her with true cluelessness. â??Yeah, sometimes I just want to kiss him or whatever, but I know I mustnâ??t. It wouldnâ??t be right for EITHER of us, so I donâ??t like to go down that path.â? â??Ohâ?¦.Thatâ??s the right wayâ?¦Mother would be proud,â? then she smiles at me. But when I started getting ready for his place, Janet kept popping up with things to say or questions to ask. â??I KNOW Jan. I wonâ??t stand on this leg for too long.â? I planned on leaving the crutches in the car so I wouldnâ??t have to worry about them in-front of my guy. â??Thank you. Thatâ??s all I ask.â? Then we hug. But as I left the house a little after four because I was showing up at J.â??s at five, I saw La Toya coming in the house. She barely acknowledges me, but I SWEAR I couldnâ??t help thinking: sheâ??s probably happy to see me on these crutches. â??Hi LaToya,â? I know I startled her, Michael, and probably everyone else. But she could at least SPEAK to me as well. I might as well be called a friend of the family and plus Iâ??m cool with her mom and sisterâ??except for Rebbie because I havenâ??t even spoken to her yetâ??and Iâ??m friends with her brother so she might as well wise up. â??â?¦Hey Lyric.â? While I thought I had victory, Randy was walking past Michael and me as well. â??Ohâ?¦hey Randy.â? He just stares at a moment. With me on crutches, a Christmas sweater, and with Michael following me, he didnâ??t know what to suspect. â??Sheâ??s going to see her boyfriend for the holidays too.â? M.J. didnâ??t really greet Randy too much on that day of â??The Dating Gameâ? so no telling what Randy was thinking. â??Ohâ?¦have fun.â? All of us could tell he was being purely sarcastic. Then Randy walks up to me, put his arm around my waist, then kiss my cheek. â??And the names Stevenâ?¦not just Randall.â? Then he after he signs my cast next, Randy waits to make sure Michael and I get in the car safely. â??Did you hear that?!â? I laugh. â??Uh, I knowâ?¦little brothers.â? I just smile. â??Hey, your brotherâ??s got game,â? I say like it was a known fact that Randy, oh excuse me, Steven, had already proven to Michael. â??So itâ??s Steven Randall?â? â??Steven Randall Jacksonâ??yes.â? I had left my things in the Mercedes Michael was driving of course, so this included J.â??s presents. As we were close to his house, I say â??Shoot!â? â??What?â? â??I forgot to get M.J.â??s,â? Michael sighs, â??Oh get over it. He has your initials, so WHAT?! But anyways, I forget to get his presents wrapped, and Iâ??m not good at it, so Iâ??m fretting.â? â??Then just get his mom or sister to wrap it.â? â??Oh his mom and sister! Why couldnâ??t it be his father to wrap it?â? â??Fine, ask who you want. I really donâ??t care.â? And I looked down at my sweater, which Janet had in her hands earlier. â??How do I look?â? â??I really donâ??t care,â? Michael say. But I know heâ??s joking this time so I just nudge him. When I see his house again, my stomach start doing crazy stuff. It seems like it wants to flip back flips. But I get on out nonetheless. And when I ring the doorbell, Iâ??m afraid Iâ??m going to be waiting out there for about five minutes before anyone answers the door. But I donâ??t have to! The only thing is I start hearing that song again that I kept hearing every time I would call his house in Hawaii. M.J. answers the door before I even ring again. He just stares at my face for a moment, then he takes the back of my head to guide me to his lips. I have to hold the side of the house as he lays one on me. Then he lets go and places his arms around my waist. â??That one was for the road. I canâ??t believe youâ??ve been gone so long.â? What I see before me is my guy wearing a red tee with white writing on it, but the most surprising was his black winter cap, and his red ear phones ensemble. â??Hey whatâ??s that music playing?â? I ask as he leads me in the house by the back of my head again. â??Oh itâ??s nothing baby.â? â??Itâ??s something,â? I say as I stop him. â??Every time I called you, it would play.â? â??Iâ??ll explain later.â? That word â??explainâ? made my spine do the same thing again. Mrs. Levi walks out the kitchen. â??Oh hi Lyric.â? â??Aw man,â? I say. â??Whatâ??s wrong honey?â? â??I forgot to get these wrapped,â? I say as I remember. â??Oh here, Iâ??ll take care of those. Marvin donâ??t look,â? she says to her son. I do my best to not laugh. â??Mom, I was going to take Lyric up there so she could see what Iâ??ve been working on. Is that fine until we have dinner?â? She turns back around, and I could tell she REALLY didnâ??t agree. The three of us knew M.J., excuse me, I mean Marvin, was just using that as an excuse to take me up to his room. â??â?¦Sure honey.â? But her right eyebrow wouldnâ??t relax too much. â??But did I see Michael Jackson in my drive-way?â? â??Yes maâ??am,â? I laugh. â??Then could you ask him to come over for some Christmas dinner?â? â??I can write his number down for you.â? â??Oh please honey. But I donâ??t know if heâ??ll want to talk to me.â? â??Heâ??ll enjoy it more than talking to me,â? I laugh. â??Then since you sound so sure, then Iâ??ll do it.â? She hands me paper and a pencil. Before she walks away, she looks curiously at my left leg. Then it was when I was about to go upstairs that M.J. finally acknowledges my leg because he was kinda pulling me around. â??I wanted to ask you what the hell happened to your leg. You never told me about this. Did that Negro Michael do it?â? â??He never touched me M.J. so chill.â? â??Yeahâ?¦and donâ??t tell me to chill. Iâ??ll be high-maintenance about whatever I want to.â? Then he helps me up the stairs. When M.J. closes the door after me, I canâ??t help thinking that this room is TOO familiar, and kinda in the wrong ways. â??Go on ahead and make yourself at home, baby.â? J. leads me to his bed so I could sit there. â??So whatâ??s up with the cast? And I see Janet and Randy already signed it,â? â??Yep they have, but it was a horse.â? J. snorts. â??A horse?â? â??No Iâ??m not lying. Iâ??m being honest with you.â? â??Then give me some info. I want the backdrop of this incident.â? J. scoots up in his swivel chair and places his hands on my legs as I tell him. â??Waitâ?¦so back upâ?¦what kind of bikini you said you were in again?â? â??A purple two-piece why?â? â??Because Iâ??m just curious to know HOW this two-piece looked like. Explain it to me would you?â? â??Why?â? â??Just do it for me babe.â? â??Wellâ?¦it had little laces on it and looked really fancy!â? I couldnâ??t help but be excited from the elegance of it. â??And you wore that in-front of Michael?â? â??And others on the beach,â? I smile. â??Youâ??re kidding?â? When I saw M.J. never smile, my own begin to frown. â??Whatâ??s wrong?â? I ask. He turns the swivel around and gets out his chair. â??M.J. whatâ??s up?â? He finally faces me again, but scares the ba-Jesus out of me because he places his mouth by my ear. â??The only thing thatâ??s bothering me is my girlfriend would go out showing her ass like that in-front of everyone else.â? â??WHAT?!â? He faces me again, â??You HEARD ME! And then you have the AUDACITY to smile up in my face about it.â? â??J. it was JUST a bathing suit.â? â??Man whatever, Iâ??m over it.â? I just stare at him fume for a few more moments. â??Are you sure?â? â??Yeah Iâ??m sure. Iâ??m DAMN sure.â? Before I get to respond, M.J. starts to nibble on my lips. Before I know it, he gets his tongue in my mouth, and we begin to French little by little as he lays me down. I try to hold in my little moans of delight, but by having a conscious mind, I whisper through our kisses, â??We canâ??t do thisâ?¦your momâ??s downstairs.â? â??She doesnâ??t care.â? I quickly move away and stare at him. â??I mean sheâ??s down there doing her business. Why you think sheâ??s concerned with us?â? â??Because she cares.â? I start to sit up. â??Sheâ??s a mother.â? â??But I wanna make you my momma right now,â? then M.J. scoots me down again as he lifts up my sweater some and begins kissing my stomach. â??Wait, you might not wanna kiss there.â? â??Whatâ??s this stuff on my lips? And is that MAKE-UP on your tummy?â? J. starts to smug the make-up. â??Oouuch!â? He looks at me then back at my stomach. â??I just got hurt there by the horse too,â? I say as I cover up Dylanâ??s actions. â??You didnâ??t tell me about that. And what did she do, have an attack on your stomach too?â? â??It was with the fall and everything. So much happened, and Iâ??m just bruised there as well.â? â??But that just donâ??t seem possible,â? but I distract his attention by getting aggressive. So I start to kiss HIM and get him on his back. His headphones had already fallen off, so I as I lift up HIS shirt, I pull off his cap as well. I donâ??t know what possessed me to do it, but I begin kissing him on his neck and as he bit down on his lip, I kissed M.J. in the mouth once more because I thought the gesture was so damn sexy. Then I looked down at his absâ?¦his hard-rocked formed abs again and after grazing them under my fingers, I put more weight on my knees as I kiss each individually. I even made a circle with my tongue once around his belly button. Then I began thinking, â??Oh God, donâ??t let his underwear lower any further!â? or the next thing I would began seeing would be pubic hair. Luckily I donâ??t, and when J. pulls me away from his stomach, he looks me in the eyes, begin to laugh, then kiss me all the same. â??Mmmâ?¦you donâ??t know how much Iâ??ve missed this. Girl Iâ??ve BEEN wanted to kiss you. Like I said, you had Papi missing you for real.â? â??So is that what youâ??re calling yourself now?â? â??As long as youâ??ll be my Mamá.â? When he says that, I really start to hear the Mexican part of him shine through. Then as Iâ??m smiling, M.J. hungrily pulls me in again. I try to cover my silent whimpers until he pulls away from my lips and suddenly takes his shirt and t-shirt off. â??I gotta get on MY Christmas sweater as well.â? I glance over at J.â??s nightstand, and I see a picture that I hadnâ??t seen before. I go to pick it up. What I saw was a beautiful little boy with a standout smile and the woman that was holding him, which was obviously his mom, was smiling just as broad, but because the little boyâ??s smile was so eye-catching, HIS seemed more special. I already knew who was who in the picture, but I couldnâ??t help getting M.J.â??s attention about this. â??Hey M.J.?â? â??Yeah?â? â??Whoâ??s this in this photo?â? He must not think I have much of anything in my hands because it takes him a few moments to finally turn around. He just stares at the photo for a moment with some black shades on, then he looks back at me. â??Thatâ??s a photo of my mamá and me.â? â??How old were then?â? He bunch up his eyebrows as he begins to think. â??Hmmâ?¦I couldnâ??t have been any older than about one or twoâ?¦.Maybe I was eighteen months.â? â??If you try taking your glasses off, youâ??ll be able to see it better.â? After a moment of staring at me I guess, M.J. takes them off. But I almost want him to keep them on because his eyes looked so severe. â??I was about two-years-old.â? I stared at the picture a little longer. It had this red-looking background to it that Iâ??ve seen before. â??You looked really happy.â? I say as M.J. walks up and holds the picture frame in his hands. This meant I was looking over his shoulder so I could see the picture. But J. doesnâ??t say anything. Iâ??m not sure if I should ask the next questionâ?¦but if weâ??re supposed to be â??togetherâ? then trust must mean something to our relationship. â??Whatâ??s her name?â? J. doesnâ??t flinch, then he finally peeks over his shoulder but his eyes arenâ??t even on me. Finally he turns around all the way. â??My mamaâ??s name is Doloresâ?¦.Theresa Dolores Pérez.â? He wouldnâ??t even look at me. His eyes were still focused on the frame. â??Sheâ??s very prettyâ?¦.I guess you are a mamaâ??s boy. You take after her a lot....But you take after your dad a lot also.â? â??I know.â? â??Where does she live now?â? â??Up north.â? â??How often do you talk with her?â? â??Okay Lyric?â? â??Yes?â? This is the first time Iâ??ve looked up at him with concern since he turned back to me. â??I really donâ??t want to discuss this right now.â? â??But Iâ??m eager to know about her!â? â??Itâ??s Christmas Day Lyric so chill.â? â??Butâ?¦M.J. Doloresâ??â? â??Theresa.â? â??Well THERESA is your mom. Why do you feel you canâ??t talk about her today?â? â??Well as you can see my biological mom doesnâ??t stay with me.â? â??Yeahâ?¦.â? He gets ahold of my hand and as he lays us back on his bed, M.J. starts talking. â??When my dad met my mom, he was still living in Texas, which is where heâ??s from. He got her knocked up with me and left. Dadâ??s parents are those â??well-to-doâ?? people so when Dad found out Mom was pregnant with me, he got scared and ran off. â??So Mom had me in New York and I took up her last name.â? When he saw my shocked expression, he continued. â??My REAL name is still Marvin Pérez on my birth certificate. Dad has tried to go back and sign it, but Iâ??m like no, SCREW IT. You didnâ??t wanna do it before so itâ??s NOT gonna be done now.â? â??Ohâ?¦.â? â??But he manned-up and decided he want to raise me.â? â??He never tried to make yâ??all a family?â? â??Well KiKi is two years younger than me, so Dad met my other mama right after he left mine, married her then had Kinadra.â? â??Oh....but if KiKiâ??s my age, then that means you were born in 1960. I thought you were born in â??62.â? â??She skipped a grade.â? â??Ohâ?¦.But the math still isnâ??t adding up. If KiKi was born in â??63 and youâ??re two years older than her then that meansâ??â? â??I probably meant a year apart.â? I clamp up and suspiciously start to stare. â??Whaaat?â? M.J. pecks me, â??I told you what you wanted to know.â? â??I still feel like you havenâ??t told me everything thoughâ?¦â? I say as I start thinking of something else to ask. â??Well Iâ??m M.J. Levi at school and church and everywhere else for Dadâ??s image, but I know Iâ??m Marvin Pérez. And my mama calls me Jason.â? â??Ohâ?¦.â? â??I know. Thatâ??s a lot.â? â??Yeah but I asked for it.â? â??And another thing, my step-mama, Dorothy, prefers to call me M.J. But she knows that pisses Dad off.â? â??Why?!â? â??Because itâ??s something my real mama nicknamed me though Dad did us like a piece of crap. For years I resented him for leaving us so heâ??s been trying to make it up ever since. But getting back to Mama, I let her call me M.J. KiKi does too, so he canâ??t trip.â? â??Ohâ?¦.â? â??But what about you?â? I shook my head and after he looked â??hurtâ? I bit my lip and leaned in to kiss him. â??I donâ??t want to talk about myself right now.â? J. lets me kiss him. â??But youâ??re GONNA tell me something about yourself sooner or later.â? He says with a mischievous grin. â??What was that song that was playing every time I called you in Hawaii?â? â??Oh yeah, you reminded me of that. I got so off track when you showed me that picture.â? As M.J. puts it back, he intently stares at it, then pecks me again. He gets a tape recorder, search for the tape briefly, and once he gets it, he plays the recorder. What I am greeted with is M.J. is saying that he can get whatever he wants. But it was when he said that girls go to his show and get out of their clothes, I stare at him like he was a tad bit crazy. â??Shh, just listen to the rest.â? When the song ends, Iâ??m speechless. â??So what you thought of it?â? â??What is it called?!â? I asked. â??â??Do What I Wantâ??. As many times as I repeated it, Lyric you shouldâ??ve known it!â? â??But I wanted to make sure.â? Then I stand up and cross my arms. â??So girls be getting out their clothes when they go to your shows?â? I knew my eyebrow was raised. â??Hey baby, itâ??s just tough guy slang.â? He kisses me. â??You know youâ??re my one and only. But hereâ??s another song I want you to hear.â? When he puts it on, Iâ??m immediately hit with this imitation of music that would fit the description of the Bahamas. I start to giggle as he sings it and dances a little in-front of me. â??What else do you have?â? I ask. â??Oh crap, you distracted me. Hereâ??s another. I think youâ??re really gonna dig it.â? â??Okay, what is it?â? When he plays it, Iâ??m immediately infatuated with it. Then since M.J. is performing it in-front of me, he makes me like it even more. â??Itâ??s called â??Copy, Pasteâ??.â? â??I thought so,â? I smile. â??But how you lookinâ?? that song I made for you?â? â??Iâ??m FEELINâ?? it,â? I coolly say. â??How many times have you heard it?â? â??I donâ??t knowâ?¦maybe four, five times.â? â??Ohâ?¦when was the last time you heard it?â? â??Dang it M.J., I donâ??t remember. It was a few days ago.â? To shut him up, I also tell him, â??And the tape recorder is still in Hawaii because I couldnâ??t find it. I just know itâ??s in the beach house somewhere.â? â??You lost the damn recorder?â? â??M.J. itâ??s a long story?â? â??Yeah? Then what?â? I SURELY in hell was not about to tell him the truth that my room had termites in them so I ended up taking over Michaelâ??s room. I was NOT able to go through that headache. â??It got lost.â? I simply say. He rolls his eyes, but then it sounds like we hear his front door open, so he opens his door and checks things out. When he walks out and donâ??t say anything, I just follow him. â??Who is that?â? But he still ignores me until we get to the foot of the stairs. â??Dad and KiKi,â? he says as he looks over his shoulder. And surely enough, KiKi and M.J.â??s father is in the kitchen with some grocery bags as I see that the Christmas dinner is almost finished. When KiKi looks up at me, she dully looks at me. But I speak to Mr. Levi. Then I walk over to Mrs. Levi and say, â??I feel like a bad girlfriend. I shouldâ??ve come down and here to see if you needed help.â? â??No, with your leg like that, Iâ??m glad you were off it.â? She smiles. â??But enjoy yourself honey. The food is almost ready. Youâ??ll make me feel better if you watch some T.V. or something.â? â??Okay.â? M.J. grabs my hand to lead us back upstairs and before I get to the doorway, KiKi suddenly cuts in-front of me and goes upstairs. When I look at M.J., he just shrugs. I KNOW heâ??s been noticing that his sister is always rude to me. I slowly start to notice that M.J. doesnâ??t have the same charm he had the other night on the phone. And itâ??s not that he canâ??t do it. Heâ??s just refusing to. Probably because heâ??s peeved-off about the recorder but itâ??s not that serious at all. I hear the doorbell again. â??M.J., Lyric has a guest!â? his mom yells to us from downstairs. He opens the door and turn back around to help me up. â??I wonder who it is.â? I say. â??Me too,â? he mumbles. When we get downstairs, my mouth is agape when I see the presents and the smiles I was given. Then I suddenly became confused. x-mas x-mas x-mas x-mas x-mas x-mas x-mas x-mas x-mas x-mas x- Credit goes to Lil Twist for â??Do What I Wantâ? and â??Wind Itâ?. And Diggy for â??Copy, Pasteâ?. I wasnâ??t sure if I was gonna change the M.J. character again to Lil Twist, but I decided to keep Diggy as M.J. for this story although the urge is still tempting, though. More to come. -Aariyan.
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