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Rachel Loves MJ....part 4
It is now Friday and the premiere is tomorrow. I've decided I might not even go. Tonight the entire cast is going out for dinner. Dad, mum, JayJay (my sis) and I are also invited. I'm wearing my faves, jeans and a t-shirt. I'm wearing my messy hair in a side ponytail. Dad: Ready to go? Mum: Rachel! What are you wearing? Me: Jeans. Mum: Why not wear that flower dress Grandma and Grandpa got you? Me: (raising eyebrows) Hmm maybe because that's the WORST dress in the history of the world. I wouldn't be caught dead in that dress. Mum: Fine. Let's go then. We got to the restaurant and they must've booked the entire place because there were hundreds of papparazi. Dad's bodyguards were leading us through the swarm of people. We finally got in and I saw all the regular faces. The whole thing was reminding me of tomorrow night and that made me even more depressed. I sat down at our table and waited for everyone else to sit down. I felt someone put their hands over my eyes. Me: (sigh) Who's this? Michael: (taking his hands away) Me....? Me: (smiling small) Michael: Wanna tell me what's up? Me: You know how I went shopping yesterday? I accidentally blew all my money on a sale at some other shop. Michael: Really? Me: Ssh. Dad can't know. He'll shoot me if he found out. Michael: Won't he find out when you go wearing something else? Me: He's an old guy. He would think wearing PJs there is fashionable. Michael: (giggling) What are you gunna wear then? Me: I have some summer dresses at home. But they're really low-cut. Michael: What about- (stops when I pull a face) Dad: Hey Mike. Enjoying yourself? Michael: Yeah I'm havin a blast. Dad: Great. Rachel, leave Mr. Jackson alone. He's here to enjoy his night. Not to be followed around. Michael: No, I came to talk to Rachel. Dad: Oh okay. (walks over to sit down with everyone) Microphone guy: Okay if you can all take your seats... Me: I guess I'll talk to you later. It was really boring and I really just wanted to go home. I was sitting opposite Michael and Tatum and I felt weird when they (mostly her!) were kissing. It felt like a slap in the face and I really didn't know why. I turned around and saw this cute guy across the room, staring (he looked like Taylor Lautner). He smiled and winked. I smiled back and we were sitting there and smiling at eachother. I noticed out the corner of my eye, Michael looks at me. When I had finished, I walked outside to sit on the steps. It would be a while till anyone came out. I was fiddling with a flower when I saw Michael walk out. Me: Hey. Michael: Hey. He sat down next to me and he was picking at some grass, looking uncomfortable. Michael: Who was that guy? Me: What? Michael: You know the smiling guy...? Me: Oh. I dunno who he is. Just a random I guess. Michael: (looking relieved) Okay then. Me: ....Why? Michael: No reason. We were sitting there when I saw that guy come out. He looked at me, then Michael and back and forth. Guy: Um...hey. Me: Hi. (smiling) Wanna come sit down? Guy: Uh... (looking at Michael) Michael: Gotta go. Me: Oh. Alright then. It was hard not to notice the look they shared as Michael passed. It was like slow motion. I had a weird feeling when Michael left. Guy: Hi, what's your name? Me: Rachel Fenton. Yours? Guy: Mark Harris. So...single? Me: At the moment, yes. Mark: Cool. Hey, I was thinkin. Do you wanna go on a date tomorrow night? Me: Well, I'm probably not going to the premiere anyway. (under breath) Damn sale. Yeah sure. Mark: Nice. Mum: Rachel, let's go! Me: Coming! I guess i'll see you tomorrow. Mark: (kissing me) Bye. To Be Continued.... **hope you guys liked it! ***love Tash
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