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Our "Thing" Part 13

I should probably warn that this story will go a bit darker than usual at certain parts. Anyhow this goes out to Tash and everyone else that likes this story and of course Michael. -norah

*FLASHBACK TO 1969*
In the middle of yet another long practise session with Joseph, Raeleen bursted in on them really shaken.

Michael: Are you okay?
Joseph: Get the hell out!
Rae: I'm sorry sir but can I speak to Michael for a five minutes?

Although extremely annoyed, Joseph gave in and the other brothers were muttering something. It was most likely offensive towards Rae. Rae led Michael all the way to the kitchen because nobody was there.

Michael: Thanks for letting me leave Joseph's sight for a sec.
Rae: This is serious. At school today we watched this documentary about the dangers of alcohol and*looks away* it was frightening.
Michael: It's okay. We promised each other we'd never drink in our whole entire lives.
Rae: I know but what if you or me do start drink-
Michael: That'll mean we're not friends anymore and c'mon when is that going to happen?
Rae: *smiles* You're right and I have nothing to worry about.

*PRESENT DAY*
Michael ended up having a 'good' time with his new friend Blaire. They danced alot, drank even more and were even threatened to be thrown out for trying to start a fight with random strangers. The effects of excessive drinking.

Blaire:*laughing uncontrollably* W-why you dressed like that? 
Michael: I went to a funeral. So sad.

He gave her a dopey smile right before kissing her roughly.

Pete the bartender: Hate to break up the party but we're closing.
Michael: *in between the kiss* No youre not.
Pete:*looks at them in disgust* How about I give you guys a lift? Where do you live?
Michael:*breaks kiss* Rude!
Pete: More like saving your ass from the sleazy tabloids.
Michael:*laughs* I didnt hear a thing you said.
Blaire: Pleeeeease! 5 more minutes!!
Pete: No.

Eventually, Michael gave him his address though his words slurred together. Pete had to carry him and Blaire into his car with great difficulty. While he was driving, they were yelling stuff to other passing cars.

Blaire:*yelling* WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR HAIR, MISS?
Michael:*yelling* OH MY GOD THAT IS HER HAIR!!*laughs hysterically*

The poor random lady sped off and Pete was getting more embaressed by them. He had to apologize to his mother on their behalf for those comments. They got to Michael's apartment where they were both on the brink of passing out. And that's where Pete was leaving them. Whatever happened next, at least the paps couldn't possibly find out.

*THE NEXT DAY*
Rae was in Perry's private jet staring out into space. She wondered how Michael was doing. Heartbroken no doubt.  The ring felt heavy on her finger. That must've been symbolic in a way. When they landed, Rae was one of the first out. Because she was now married to Perry, she had her own assistant who followed her pretty much everywhere.

Rae: I know you're doing your job but don't you have better things to do, Sally?
Sally: What is that supposed to mean, Mrs.Kellman?
Rae: *sighs* Don't call me that, please. Is there a phone booth nearby?
Sally: over there.

Without telling the others she went there and was closely followed by Sally who needed to get a life. At least Sally had to stand outside the phone booth. Things seemed alot fancier in England. But that was way beside the point. Phoning Michael wasn't a good idea maybe. But it was worth a shot. After three rings, somebody did answer.

Rae: Is that you, Michael?
Michael: Err yeah. It is me what is it?
Rae: You sound funny.
Michael: What did you wanna say, bitch?

No matter how mad Michael was he never swore. But that was a good question though. What did she really want to say? Minus the bitch part of course.

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