Ugh. Originally I didn't even wanna do the stupid video but I needed the money. What I didn't expect was the series of events to occur following the shoot though...I mean, I thought it'd just be a one time thing with this guy but apparently he had o...
"Shit she done hit the floor...damn T you alright?!" I heard a voice say as my eyes slowly fluttered opened and I gained consciousness. "Look! She's waking up!" That soft elegant voice spoke lowkey stating the obvious on the other side of me, his chocolate orbs met with mine and I honestly felt weak all over again. Meanwhile Prince rolled his eyes, trying to hold in his laughter. Both men were crouched down on either side of me while I layed sprawled out on the floor. Sitting up slowly, it felt like the room was slightly spinning and I placed my hand over my forehead.
"Ugh W-What the hell? What happened?" I shut my eyes, too afraid to look over at the person to the left of me. "Yo ass hit the floor... that's what happened" I heard Prince joke. "Are you alright Joy?" "It's Troy" Prince and I spoke in unison and Michael visibly blushed. "Oh! I'm sorry!" He gave an embarrassed smile and my heart fluttered. "So if you didn't already know, this was the other half of your surprise" Prince motioned with his hand over towards Michael. "It's so nice to meet you! I'm Michael" he held out his hand to help me up off the floor, flashing a trademark smile. I could tell he wanted to laugh at the whole situation but decided against it.
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"I'm sure she knows who you are man" Glaring over at my best friend, I then focused all my attention back on the beautiful specimen of a man that stood in front of me. Goodness he was beyond FINE. "Yeah I'm, I'm alright now" I managed to say, my cheeks burning. Michael gave a soft giggle and I felt the wetness already begin to form in between my thighs. Shit. "Well we should get going" Prince snapped me out of my lustful thoughts. Michael and I continued to gaze into each other's eyes. "Will I, will I ever see you again?" I know, I probably sounded like some damn fool right now but I couldn't help it. Michael gave a small smile and nodded. "Sure! I'd love to!" I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and Prince loudly cleared his throat.
"Come on T let's bounce!" Prince snapped before grabbing my wrist, practically dragging me out of the restaurant. Once we were outside I roughly pulled myself from his grip, hitting his shoulder. "What's your problem?" "W-Will I ever see your again?" Prince mocked, mimicking me and I rolled my eyes. "If I knew he had that kind of effect on you I would've introduced y'all a long time ago" Getting back into the Thunderbird, I let my head rest back against the leather seat. Man I can't believe I just met Michael Jackson. Michael motherfuckin Jackson!!! Damn I think I'm gonna be....
"P I'm gonna be sick" I groaned, placing a hand over my mouth in caution. "Aw hell NO if you throw up in here, best believe yo ass is cleaning up the shit!" He warned, rolling down the windows.
1993. "Come on baby we're gonna be late!" I heard him call out as I quickly touched up my makeup before running down the stairs. Glancing over at my boyfriend, I couldn't help but smile, taking in his features. He was so damn beautiful.
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Yep! That's right y'all! Guess who just happens to be my boyfriend now....I guess you could say we hit it off pretty well after first meeting at Roscoe's Chicken And Waffles. And to think that was a little over a year and a half ago. It's crazy how fast things changed but I was enjoying the ride. Michael was such a complete gentleman, treating me like a princess and I loved every minute of it. Of course, the press would come up with their stupid stories/theories but we could care less. We we happy and that's all that matters. Once Michael turned around to face me, he bit his bottom lip, his brown eyes trailing over my figure. "What? Is it too much?" I joked suddenly feeling subconscious. It was a black leather dress I wore. Michael and I were attending a party for a friend however, the theme was a "blackout"therefore, that was the color of choice guests had to wear.
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Walking over towards where I stood, Michael took my hands in his. "You look stunning Rory" he whispered, reaching out to tuck a loose curl behind my ear. I couldn't help but giggle at the nickname he'd often call me. Kissing his cheek, I quickly grabbed my little black purse off of the table. "Let's hit it Applehead"
Once we arrived to the party, it was literally PACKED with people. Some were celebrities, others were people I've never seen before, some were people who I wondered how they were even able to get in. Grasping Michael's hand in mine, we quickly made our way through. I always got a little freaked out being in large crowds. Of course people were loosing their shit once they noticed that Michael Jackson was there. He simply smiled, waving now and then to the people he knew. Some of the women threw jealous daggers my way with their eyes but I ignored it, grabbing onto my my boyfriend's arm with protection.
When we got to the tables and sat down, I let my eyes wonder over my surroundings. The music was jamming! All the throwbacks were playing and I found my head bopping along. I couldn't help but wonder where was the guest of honor at? I mean after all, this was HIS party but his lil ass was NOWHERE to be found. "You know, I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't even show up. He's so good for that" I joked over to Michael who chuckled, taking a sip of water. It wasn't long before I spotted his girl in the corner, talking with all her friends. My eyes scanned over her attaire.
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The HELL was she wearing....
Mayte's eyes then met with mine and she smirked before flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder. I said it then, and I'll say it now. I could NEVER stand this no good two faced no talent having bitch.
Finally the double doors opened and out he FINALLY stepped, well more like strutted with a cane, looking like a damn Yoda jet eye.
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Shaking my head, I tried to hold in my laughter as I watched him slowly remove the dark shades, and unreadable expression on his features. Why the hell was this nigga dressed like he's heading to a slumber party...and he would be the ONLY one dressed in all white too. I swear my best friend will FOREVER be the definition of Extra.
"I like his outfit. You gotta admit he's slaying" Michael commented lowly and I almost spit out my water, burying my face into his shoulders, muffling out my loud laughter.
