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Yana (part 3)
Okally Doke guys, I know this story isn't quite as good as my last one but it just might get better.... hopefully. Eh, we'll see. Don't give up on Yana just yet. Well, enough with the blabber here's part 3! I hope you Enjoy! **************************************************************** Michael: *giggling* Whoa! I meant the hotel room because that's where I'm staying tonight. You can go to my house if you want to, but won't nobody be there. Me: Oh... Well, I'm staying at a hotel already. I'm booked until the morning. Michael: What hotel is it? Me: The *Confidential Information*. Michael: I'm staying a The *Confidential Information* too! No offense but, how did you get in a hotel like that? They only let the real uppity folks stay there. Me: *mumbling* So your uppity? Michael: I'm sorry I didn't catch that last thing. Me: *smiling* Oh nothing. But my mother got me a suit there. Level 15. Michael: What!?! I'm on level 14. Me and my crew. Your mom has the hook-up huh? What does she do? Me: She's a songstress back in Europe. Monique Be. Michael: WHAT! Shes amazing!!! Shes uh.. *starts singing* ~~Standing Tall~~~ ~~Loving Strong~~ ~~Lift Your Voice~~ ~~TRIALS~~ ~~Won't Last~~ ~~TO LONG~~ ~~TO LONG!~~ He is really getting into it *Smiles* He is sang'n my momma's song. Get it boy!! HAHAHA, Me: Michael. Michael! Michael: Sorry, I just really love her music. I have all of her Cd's and- Me: I get it Michael. *laughing* Michael: *embarrassed* Sorry. Hey, the crew and I are going out to eat tonight, how about you come too. Me: That's a nice offer but I gotta start packing for tomorrow. Michael: Aww, packing only takes like 5 minutes. Please, I would really really enjoy your company. He did that thing from Kim Possible, the puppy dog pout. He's such a baby. Me: Fine, I'll go. He ran over, grabbed my hand and we shot out the door. We got to a big crowd of people and a big man was speaking to them when we walked in. Frank: And there he is! The man himself! Come on up here and speak buddy! Michael: Hey everyone. We did something amazing over these last months. We gave astounding shows ranging from lighting, dancing, sound, everything. Despite some mishaps, we pulled through and gave outstanding performance after outstanding performance. Each one better than the other. I just wanna say thank you for all your dedicated hard work, and one day I hope to work with you all again. Your amazing. I'm honored to have worked with you all, and I love you! The Crowd: We love you Michael! Woo! Woo!! Michael: *smiling* I love you more. Now lets eat!!! When we reached the restaurant it was a little ole' diner called Breakfast Anytime, nothing fancy. Dancers, background singers the whole nine, they were coming over to chat with Michael. But he was brushing them off, he was really making an effort to speak with me. Michael: *with a stank face* Yana, you like cheese eggs? Me: Michael, Uh yeah. They are the best. *stank face'n back at him* You like grits? Michael: Definitely. That's a black man's meal right there. You don't know nothing about that. Me: *smiling* I'm black too iz. We had girts. Michael: Exactly! That's what I'm saying, everybody likes grits. Me: Not quite. We used grits to kill the ants. They eat the grits and like, explode! HA! Michael: *giggling* Whatever. Here, try some Yana. Me: Michael, I don't want any. Eww, it's nasty. Michael: You can't say you don't like it until you try it. Me: *pushing it away* No thank you. *giggling* Then a crew member comes over to our table. Taylor: Hi there, could I steal Mr. Jackson away for a minute? Me: Mr Jackson? Taylor: *nervously* Yes, Mr, uh. Mr. Jackson. Me: Oh, oh, sure thing. Michael: *nudging me* Yana. Taylor: Thanks sweet pea. Mr. Jackson I just wanted to say that the talk we had in Berlin stadium was one I'll remember for the rest of my life. Remember you said I did wonderful on pulling in the lights to highlight the show? Michael: Mmm, Mhm. Sure uh.... sure do. What was your name again? Taylor: Taylor silly. I- Michael: Well it's been nice talking to you Taylor. Taylor: Oh I.... Me: *nudging Michael* Michael! Go ahead Taylor, what else was it you had to say? Taylor: Guess what Mr. Jackson... Michael: Please, call me Michael. Taylor: *chuckling* Okay. Michael. *laughing* I just love saying your name instead of Mr. Jackson. Michael. *chuckling* I have so much to tell you.... She sat down and went on and on about, frankly, nothing. I could see Michael playing with his fingers under the table. Making his hand yap as if it were talking like Taylor. I busted out laughing. Finally Michael spoke, Michael: Could you excuse me Taylor? Taylor: Sure thing, *chuckling* Michael. Michael: Yana, could you come with me. I think I'm going need um, uh, some assistance. Me: Me? Why? He gave me the look like â??Come on Girl!â?. Me: Oh, yeah. Definitely, he's gonna need some assistance. Michael and I got up from the booth. He goes over and whispers into Franks ear then walks back over to me. Michael: Do you have a car? Me: Yes. Why? Michael: Cause we're gonna have some fun tonight. Me: Fun? Michael: Fun! I showed him my car and he jumped in the driver's seat. I didn't know where he was taking me, but he gave me hints. He told me he always wanted to go to this place. And this was the perfect opportunity. Michael: Here we are. They're showing (some movie name) tonight. We were at a drive in movie. I had been to one several times when i was younger, but this time Michael insisted that we watched through the sunroof. Deep into the movie, suddenly, it started pouring down raining! I was panicking to close the sunroof and when I thought Michael was about to pull off he got out of the car and started playing in the rain! Me: Michael! What the Sam man! Lets go! Michael: Come on Yana! Live a little! Me: Michael! Michael: Yana trust me!!! I really didn't want to but I got out and played in the rain with him. It was crazy. Haha. Cars were pulling out the lot leaving us jumping and twirling around in the rain by ourselves. He reached in the car and turned the radio up, blasting loud. I just smiled because it was on the Spanish station. Me: I can't understand a word! Michael: We don't have to! Lets dance! He grabbed my arms and started swerving his hips like a true Hispanic. I did the same. We cha cha-ed and salsa-ed the night away. Through my smiles my legs ached and I was sleepy. Michael really knows how to have a good time. I hopped in the car, drenched in rain and cold, but happily, I drifted to sleep. ~Next Morning~ Me: *looking at the clock* !!!Sam Natzees!!! I'm gonna be late! I jump out of the bed and..... Out of bed? Wait I fell asleep in the car. Didn't I? Where is Mi- Michael: Good Morning. Me: Gees, good morning Michael. Michael: Was last night fun or what?!?! Me: *yawning* It was blast. Michael: You should go back to sleep Yana. You seem tired. Me: Oh I am, since you had me up all night. *smiling* Hey is this my room? Michael: No, you were asleep and I did'nt know where to look for your key. Oh, here are your clothes. I had them dried for you. Me: *looking down* Are these your clothes I'm wearing? I was wearing a long sleeved red button up with black sweatpants. *cough*cough* No bra. Michael: Yep, you sleep like a rock you know. Me: *giggles* Michael: You should go get dressed. Me: Okally Doke. He passes me my clothes and I go to the bathroom. Wait, I'm missing something. Me: Michael. Can I get my uh... my bra please? Michael: *embarrassed* Oh gees.... Me: Michael.... Michael: What? *laughing* I don't have it! Me: *laughing* Sure you don't. After I had gotten dressed I asked Michael to come up to my suit and he help me pack. He asked me questions about my life in Europe and I kinda sensed a little sadness in him. Michael: Do you enjoy it there? Me: Yes. Practically my whole family is there. Michael: You must be real popular... Me: Not quite. I don't actually have a lot of friends. My mom is always trying to help me make friends but it's hard. So many people just want to hang around because they expect to be in the lime light or something. I don't understand it. People and I just don't = friendship... Michael: Are we, friends? Me: *turning to him* Even in the little time that I've known you Mike, we are definitely friends. For life. *smiling* Michael: *hugging me* I wish you could stay. Michael and his people were kind enough to drive me to the airport. Michael: Yana, do you really have to go back? Today? Me: Yes, today. Sorry. Michael: No don't be sorry. I have an idea Yana. Me: What is it? Michael: *second guessing himself* I don't know, only if you want me to. Me: Hurry Michael. I have to board the plane, like now. Michael: Well, for a couple of days, if you wanted... I could fly over to hang out with you. Only fo- Me: No! I mean, no Michael. You can't come with me. There's a lot of things I- Michael: No, no. It's fine. *looking down* You don't have to explain yourself. I understand. Well, see you later, Yana. *walking away* Me: Wait Michael! Maybe I'll see you around, and we could- Michael: It's fine. You don't have to do that. I understand you don't- Me: Michael, call me.*giving him my number* Michael: Why? Me: Because I want you to. Michael: We'll see. Me: *smiling* I hope so. He and I hug after I grab my bags. He gives me a peck on the cheek and I we both blush. I begin walking away as the call for my flight comes. Last Call for Flight 2! Michael: Bye Yana I can't help but feel the same feeling as yesterday night, at the concert. Those crazy mixed feelings, Hyst-ubbly. A wave goodbye, suddenly, isn't enough anymore. I drop my bags. Turn around, and run full force towards Michael I run up and... and... Kiss him. I'm kissing him! We spin a little from the momentum of my run and I hold his face as he hugs my back throughout our kiss. I feel his hand on the back of my head. What the Sam Kinison am I doing?!? I moan as I Force myself to pull away. I really didn't want to pull away but this was too wrong. Again, stuff like this just does NOT happen to me! I kissed him..... Me: Bye Michael I turn to run and catch my plane and- Michael: *grabbing my wrist*whisper* Yana.... Me: I really have to go! Moments later I sit in my seat and look out the small circular window. *Smiling* I Love America. *Sigh * Well back to Europe...... **************************************************************** Okay this one may have been a tad boring but Yana has a secret Yall! Hahaha. Okay okay, now, I really hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading. To get the next part, Part 4, this part requires 10+ votes. Thank You -MyaNekol 0 o
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