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Diamond In The Rough (part2) ByMyaNekol
Thanks for reading and voting for part one it means alot! Okally Doke, here is part two. Enjoy! ________________________________________________________________ This is such RUSH! It's been years since I've had this much fun. Michael looks over to see me smiling hard like Chester the Cat. We burst out laughing. It's so wierd because less than 10 minutes ago I though he was a crackhead. If anything, i'm the one who's strung out. I mistook Michael Jackson to be a crack fiend. HAHA. Michael: Here we are Ilyana. Dinner should be fixed up in just minute. Do you have any spare clothes with you? Me: No. *(twirling my hair)* But I can wear this until.. Michael: na na na, I'll get you something to wear. *(smiling)* Stop being so shy girl. Jada take her to the guest room please. *shout out to jada* *I like that name* The guest room was pretty lavish. I sleep on a dusty ole' pull out couch back at Jarome's. But this is too much. I'll feel like i'm taking advantage of Michael if I even sit on that King sized bed. There's someone knocking at the door. Michael: Hiya Ilyana. Here put these on. They might be a little loose but they can hold you over until tomorrow. Me: What happens tomorrow? *(disapointed)* Oh. You take me back to Jarome's house. Right? Michael: Yes. *silence* I guess I have to go back. It's fine it's not like I was expecting anything. Whatever, I can still have a good time while it lasts. I take the clothes from Michael's hands and begin to undress. Michael: Whatr'e you doing!?!? Me: I'm getting dressed. Michael:*(giggling)* Well wait until I leave, silly. Me: Oh. Jarome always has me undress in front of him. *(twirling my hair)* I just thought... Michael: I'm not Jarome. *(smiling)* Dinners' waiting okay. Me:*(blushing)* Alright. He gave me a red t-shirt with black slacks. It fit pretty nicely. I walk down stairs to Michael sitting at the table, with a monkey? I've seen some funny stuff but the monkey ate like a regular person. I think it's a joke so, i play along. Me:Hello there. Would you mind if I sat next to you? Bubbles: *(just looks at me)* Michael: Maybe not. Me: I love Spaghetti! I dig in and forget that I'm not at Jarome's. I eat fast so that i won't have to conversate with Jarome's stupid self. He's got the voabulary of a failing 3rd grader. Michael: *(giggling)* Slow down! It'll be there for ever, trust me. Me:*(wiping sauce of of my face)* I just.... I LOVE spaghetti. Bubbles begins to clap and make noises. Michael:I think Bubbles loves you. Me: I bet he does. I think hes a cutie. But i'm pretty lovable. Michael: I've noticed. Go to your room Bubbles. Goodnight. Me: Night. night, Bubbles. *(twirling my hair)* Whatr'e we gonna do now? Michael: Why do you do that? Me: What do you mean? Michael: Twisting you hair every now and then. Your a little flirt. *(looking into my eyes)* How does a beautiful girl like you end up working at a jacked up resturant in the projects? Me: My parents don't even know I live like this. I begged them to send me to L.A. so I could go to college here. But Jarome owns that resturant we were in and when I apllied for the job he hired me immidiately. I didn't have a solid place to stay either so he was kind enough to let me stay with him. I thought he was a sweet person but......... you never really know. *(Michael intriged)* You know Jarome's a drug dealer. Michael: A dug dealer?!?!?! But he's a CHEF! Why on earth would you let me eat his food. There might've been crack in those potatoes. Me: Nuh-huh..... Maybe. *(playfully push him)* Well your'e the one who ate them. Michael: Why'd you let him hit you? Your'e too good for that. Not that anyone deserves that but you've gotta stand up for yourself. Be strong. Me: I know I sometimes get too soft spoken I guess. Jarome's also *(whispering)* a pimp. Women come in all hours of the night to turn in what they got, and sometimes give a little extra. If you know what I mean. Michael: Di he ever... you know, to you? Me: No! no. I honetsly don't know why. Maybe i'm not attractive or something. jarome's is very picky about the kinda woman he's with. Michael: He probably doesn't "do" classy beautiful women. Me: *(laughing)* Me? pah. But I was so naive when I came to L.A. He showed me the way things really go. Men. Michael: No. Not men. I would never hit a woman. Your not going back to him. Me: But you said.. Michael: Well I've changed my mind. Listen, we will go over to his house tomorrow. You and I, and a couple of body guards. To get your things. your gonna stay with me for while. Me: Why are you being so sweet? Michael: You deserve this, trust me. We got up from the table and walk down the hall to are rooms were oppisite each other. Michael: *(singing)* ~~~~~Beautiful girl ~ In my house ~~~~ Me: *(singing along)* ~Well I'm off to bed Michael~ Michael: nice voice. Me: Thanks goodnight. Michael: Goodnight dear. I lay in the bed so estatic. He is soo sweet. I think. I think i'm turned on. Was it his voice? Or his looks. I don't know but I think I need a shower. I'm dirty. *(giggling)* Michael: *(through the wall talking)* Goooo To sleep in there. ______________________________________________________________ Gracias para leer mi escribir. I think thats about right. But i'm very thankful for the support of my stories. This one may have been a lil bit boring BUT, the next one is soooooo juicy!!! Trust me!!! This story needs 7+ votes to post PART 3 ! -MyaNekol
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