... Back at the studio...
“...Look Mike, all I’m saying is that u shouldn’t beat yourself up over this, keep the faith man, she’s out there somewhere,”
“Somewhere could be miles away...”
“OR... it could be in this very building. u just never know.”
Michael sighed in agreement and told Matt he was ready to record again. Just then, a knock on the door interrupted Matt from responding to Michael. It was Brooke. Knowing Matt was in the room, she had come prepared with a hot cup of coffee for him. Michael got frustrated waiting for Matt to hurry up. He and Chris stood up to see what was keeping Matt... Suddenly, Michael’s jaw dropped at the sight of this girl he’d never seen working here before. Chris couldn’t help but commentaar on her, forgetting they were being recorded...
“Oh man! Ugh look at that girl right there. Goodness gracious ooh! That girl’s fine man, look at thi... oh she just too fine, she knows she fine too,”
“She is banging,”
“Ooh she’s off the hook!”
“She looks good, you’re right,”
“Hey I bet u can’t nobody get that girl,” Chris said, challenging Michael.
“Chris, I can get her,”
“You can’t get that girl Mike; I can guarantee u can’t get that girl,”
“Watch me get that girl,” Michael zei now determined.
“I bet u Never-Neverland u can’t,”
“I can get her,”
“Alright shamone then... SHAMONE!”
“Watch...”
As Brooke was handing Matt the cup of coffee, she felt someone gently tap her shoulder. She turned around to see who it was. When Brooke saw it was Michael Jackson, she froze in amazement. Eventually, she was able to force herself to move, she took a step back, only to trip over the edge of the carpet, falling to the floor and spilling the coffee all over Matt. Brooke hid her face in embarrassment. Matt ran out of the room to clean his shirt, with Chris following to help him. It was just Brooke and Michael left. He looked over her and quietly laughed at what had just happened. When he asked her if she was okay, Brooke just sat there, thinking, “This can’t be happening.”
“Here, let me help u up,” Michael said, putting out his hand for Brooke to pull herself up with.
“I... umm, I... uh, thank you,”
Michael chuckled, “You’re welcome. Say, what’s your name girl? I haven’t seen u around here before,”
“Umm... it’s, uh... BROOKE! ... (that’s it),”
“That’s a beautiful name. Almost as beautiful as you,” Michael zei as he pushed Brooke’s hair behind her ear. She felt her hart-, hart race as he stepped closer, “So what’s a girl like u working in a place like this? u should be out exploring the world,”
“My uh, dad owns the business,”
“Really? Well I guess it’s lucky he does. Otherwise I might never have met you,” Michael grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her in closer.
“Michael, I...”
Part 3 coming up soon.
“...Look Mike, all I’m saying is that u shouldn’t beat yourself up over this, keep the faith man, she’s out there somewhere,”
“Somewhere could be miles away...”
“OR... it could be in this very building. u just never know.”
Michael sighed in agreement and told Matt he was ready to record again. Just then, a knock on the door interrupted Matt from responding to Michael. It was Brooke. Knowing Matt was in the room, she had come prepared with a hot cup of coffee for him. Michael got frustrated waiting for Matt to hurry up. He and Chris stood up to see what was keeping Matt... Suddenly, Michael’s jaw dropped at the sight of this girl he’d never seen working here before. Chris couldn’t help but commentaar on her, forgetting they were being recorded...
“Oh man! Ugh look at that girl right there. Goodness gracious ooh! That girl’s fine man, look at thi... oh she just too fine, she knows she fine too,”
“She is banging,”
“Ooh she’s off the hook!”
“She looks good, you’re right,”
“Hey I bet u can’t nobody get that girl,” Chris said, challenging Michael.
“Chris, I can get her,”
“You can’t get that girl Mike; I can guarantee u can’t get that girl,”
“Watch me get that girl,” Michael zei now determined.
“I bet u Never-Neverland u can’t,”
“I can get her,”
“Alright shamone then... SHAMONE!”
“Watch...”
As Brooke was handing Matt the cup of coffee, she felt someone gently tap her shoulder. She turned around to see who it was. When Brooke saw it was Michael Jackson, she froze in amazement. Eventually, she was able to force herself to move, she took a step back, only to trip over the edge of the carpet, falling to the floor and spilling the coffee all over Matt. Brooke hid her face in embarrassment. Matt ran out of the room to clean his shirt, with Chris following to help him. It was just Brooke and Michael left. He looked over her and quietly laughed at what had just happened. When he asked her if she was okay, Brooke just sat there, thinking, “This can’t be happening.”
“Here, let me help u up,” Michael said, putting out his hand for Brooke to pull herself up with.
“I... umm, I... uh, thank you,”
Michael chuckled, “You’re welcome. Say, what’s your name girl? I haven’t seen u around here before,”
“Umm... it’s, uh... BROOKE! ... (that’s it),”
“That’s a beautiful name. Almost as beautiful as you,” Michael zei as he pushed Brooke’s hair behind her ear. She felt her hart-, hart race as he stepped closer, “So what’s a girl like u working in a place like this? u should be out exploring the world,”
“My uh, dad owns the business,”
“Really? Well I guess it’s lucky he does. Otherwise I might never have met you,” Michael grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her in closer.
“Michael, I...”
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Fancy's P.O.V.
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come home pagina today, but she called and zei that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until volgende Tuesday. She zei she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling sjees, gig we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a datum with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come home pagina today, but she called and zei that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until volgende Tuesday. She zei she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling sjees, gig we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a datum with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
