HIStory Rendez-vous : Chapter 3

HIStory Rendez-vous : Chapter 3 HIStory Rendez-vous : Chapter 3

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Genre: Fan Fiction

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fan Fiction

Summary

Stephanie has recently had a nice 'adventure' with (who else) the King Of Pop. Now how does she break the news to her friends? Does she ever see Michael again?

Summary

Stephanie has recently had a nice 'adventure' with (who else) the King Of Pop. Now how does she break the news to her friends? Does she ever see Michael again?

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Submitted: June 23, 2011

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Submitted: June 23, 2011

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I ended up taking the bus back to my apartment. I did not want to meet another wacko cab driver! I walked into the apartment and I saw 3 angry friends scolding me. Shit! I don’t really have a plan yet! I’m screwed...
“Where were you?” asked my friend Annie.
“You said that you were heading home because you got your period!” commented my other friend Kourteny.
“Honestly, I don’t even think that you got your period! You probably lied to us about that too!” shouted a furious Hayley.
“I’m... I’m sorry...” I mumbled.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it! Tell us where you were!” Annie ordered me.
“I was uh... I was on my way home!”
“Continue...” Hayley pushed.
“And... I got a cab... but turns out he had no idea where he was going so he dropped me off at a hotel!” I lied. Wow, that was not one of my best lies...
“Why didn’t you get another cab?” Kourteny asked me.
“Because... I didn’t want to go through that again so I just decided to stay at the hotel,” I told them.
“Why didn’t you call and tell us!?” wondered an annoyed Annie.
“My... my cell phone died...” I sighed.
“You’re lying,” Hayley declared.
“No I’m not!” I yelled furiously.
“You charged your cell phone right before we left to the concert, there’s no way the battery drained that fast! C’mon! Just tell us! Why do you have to lie to us? Aren’t we your best friends!?” Hayley asked. I sighed. I decided to give in.
“Alright... alright... I’ll tell you...” I sighed in defeat. They all moved a little closer. I told them everything. I started with what I was really doing just before I got off the stage and ended with the sex and the note which I was able to pull out of my bag and show them. All of their mouth’s dropped.
“You’re kidding?” Kourteny asked in disbelief.
“Do you think I’d lie about Michael Jackson?” I asked her sarcastically. She didn’t reply.
“So you got fucked by Michael Jackson?” Annie asked just to clarify.
“Yes! And damn was it nice!”
“Do you think you actually will see him again?” Kourteny asked me.
“I hope so...”
“You better see him again! Or else it would seem like he totally used you!”
“But he didn’t! I wanted him to fuck me!”
“Still! It’s so easy for him to do that to any female fan! Everyone wants to have sex with him!”
“That’s what he told me...” I murmured.
“See? He probably used you,” Hayley said.
“No! He’s not like that!” I yelled furiously.
“You barely know him! “ Hayley yelled back.
“Whatever. You weren’t there, you didn’t see his concern and how much he cared about me...”
“Correction, how much he cared about your sex...”
Everyone laughed at Hayley’s remark.
“Shut up Hayley! You’re not making anything better!” I screamed furiously as I ran out of the apartment. Nobody bothered to follow me. Whatever. Who needs them anyway? They don’t understand. I got into my blue Mercedes Benz and drove to my closest friend’s house. We’ve been friends ever since we were born. His name is Ben. He is 26 minutes older then me. It’s a little strange but it’s mostly cool. He’s a real badass so he hasn’t landed a good job, he lives in his parent’s basement and he’s deep in debt. Even though he calls that badass I just call it stupidity. He’s gotten in trouble with the police more then once but he’s still a cool guy. I knocked on his parent’s house door. It was his dad who answered it.
“Hello Stephanie. Are you looking for Ben?” he asked me smiling.
“Ya, is he home?”
“Yes, I’ll send him up right away, you can sit on the sofa if you’d like while you wait for him,” he offered.
“Alright, thank you!”
“No problem, Ben will be right up!” He told me as he went downstairs to go get him. I sat down on the sofa and waited for Ben. About a minute later Ben was rushing up to meet me.
“Stephanie! Nice to see you again!” He said as he hugged me. I hugged him tightly.
“It’s nice to see you to Ben!”
“So I heard you were the YANA girl?”
“Ya...” I blushed.
“I watched the concert on Youtube...” he said as he chuckled a little, “I saw you stick your leg in between his and I caught the start of his erection before he turned away from the audience to hide it! Haha! God! That was funny! Best part of the show!”
“Shut up Ben! You’d do the same thing if you were up there with Lindsey Lohan!”
“No I wouldn’t! I’d totally rape her...”
“You’re sick you know that right?”
“But that’s what you love about me ain’t it?”
“Yes... and because you’re a nice guy.”
“And I’m handsome,” Ben added. I laughed at his comment.
“So uh... tell me, do you think that if I... I dunno, fucked someone... and then they left but they said that they’d see me again... do you think I would have gotten used?” I asked him. At first he kept a very serious face. Then he laughed!
“Dude! Did that happen?” he asked me. I nodded.
“A little...”
“Oh fuck! Bitch you just got used! Big time! That’s like the oldest trick in the book! “ He said between laughs.
“But what if I saw him again?”
“He’d probably only want to see again so he can fuck you again!” He said still laughing. I sighed.
“So who’d ya fuck?” He asked me.
“I can’t tell you...” I murmured.
 “Oh come on! I can keep a secret!” he said. I looked at him. We both burst out laughing!
“Okay, okay, you probably shouldn’t tell me, but I’d really appreciate it if you did!”
“Nope, sorry,” I said. I looked at my watch.
“You know, I should go...” I said as I got up. He got up after me.
“Alright, well it was nice seeing you again!” Ben said.
“You too Ben! I’ll see you later!” I told him as we embraced again.
“Kay, bye Stephanie!” He called to me as I walked out the door.
Damn. I couldn’t believe it. After a lot of thinking I began to believe that I did get used. Well... there’s nothing I can do about it now. Oh well... I’ll just have to keep on living. I sighed as I finally pulled out of their driveway.
 
A few months later Michael Jackson came back to Copenhagen for a CD signing. Obviously I was going to be there. He’d probably already forgotten about me by now. I hadn’t had a single call since the night I lost my virginity. The line up for the CD signing was huge but I waited in it anyway. When it was finally my turn he greeted me with a smile, signed my CD and then handed it back. Then he looked into my eyes. His smile left immediately.
“Oh my God,” he murmured under his breath. I smiled at him.
“Hi.”
“Is that really you? Oh my gosh! I can’t believe it! I didn’t think I’d see you again! I’m sorry I didn’t call you. While I was performing in Bucharest I was mobbed and the fan girls tore off my shirt and thank God they left my pants on! But anyway, in the breast pocket of the shirt was your phone number! It got lost in the crowd! I scoped the ground for it for hours but I couldn’t find it! I tried looking you up in the phone book but then I realized that I didn’t know your last name! I’m so sorry! You probably felt used!” He blurted out. At first I stood there speechless. He said all that in one breath! Well I mean should I really be surprised? He’s Michael Jackson! He’s held notes longer then that before!
“No, I didn’t feel used,” I lied. Man, I’ve been doing a lot of lying lately.
“Thank goodness! Oh uh... hold on,” He said as he took my CD back and wrote something on it.
“Call me later at this number! Maybe 5:30? I think I’m not busy at that time, so we can talk! Alright? I have to sign these CD’s now, but please! Don’t forget to call me!” He said as he handed my CD back and the next fan moved up to get her CD signed. I nodded to him. He smiled and nodded back as he continued to sign the rest of the CD’s. I walked back to my car trying not to explode with happiness! I knew it! I knew he wouldn’t use me! I quickly drove home and had to sweet talk my way out of a speeding ticket.
“Kourteny! Hayley! Annie! Oh my gosh! Guess what!?” I yelled out.
“What is it Steph?” Annie asked me with her eyes glued to the television  screen.
“Where’s Hayley and Kourteny?” I asked.
“They went to go play basketball,” Annie answered. “Now, what are you so excited about?”
“OK, so you know the CD signing I went to? Well guess what? Michael remembered me and he gave me his number! He told me to call him at 5:30!” I squealed.
“You’ve got to be joking?”
“Nope! Look!” I said as I shoved the CD in her face.
“Wow,” Annie said. She was speechless. I squealed again and ran into my room.
 I felt like I was 16 again waiting for that one special boy to call. I watched the clock attentively, impatiently waiting for the clock to strike 5:30. When it did I quickly called him. I wasted no time hesitating! I cleared my throat. The phone was ringing.
“Hello?” asked a muffled voice on the other end.
“Hey, it’s Stephanie!” I said cheerfully!
“Stephanie! I’ve been impatiently waiting for you to call! How are you?”
“Great! And you?” I said as I flopped down on my bed.
“Tired. Hand cramp. Too much CD signing,” he complained. I laughed. He laughed as well.
“So um... I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner tonight?” he asked me. My mouth dropped. I was so speechless I forgot to answer.
“Um... hello? Steph are you there?” He asked.
“Oh um, yes. I’m here. And yes, I’d love to go out to dinner with you! But um... won’t people get suspicious? You know, Michael Jackson eating with some nobody,” I asked him.
“I don’t care. I want to be with you and I feel bad for leaving you and then not calling, so I would like to take you to dinner. Where do you live? I’ll leave right away.”
I told him where I lived.
“Great! That’s not too far from the hotel I’m staying in... The hotel d’Angleterre!” He said as he put emphasis on the Angleterre. I laughed.
“You’ve been working on your pronunciation have you?” I asked him.
“Yes, yes I have. Anyway, I’ve got to get ready so I’ll see you in a bit?”
“Yes, see you later!”
“Bye!
“Bye!” I said as I waited for him to hang up. When he did I quickly put my phone in my bag and then rummaged through my closet to find something nice to wear. In the end I borrowed one of Hayley’s many dresses. This one was a short knee length, tight, black, sleeveless dress. I wore black strappy heels with it and some silver earrings. I looked at my myself in the mirror. Damn! I looked hot! About 15 minutes later Michael arrived. Bill Bray (his bodyguard) was with him. I quickly let him into the apartment to avoid too much attention. He took one look at me and his mouth dropped.
“What? You don’t like it?” I asked him disappointedly.
“What? No! No, I love it! You look amazing!”
“You look handsome yourself!” I complimented. He was wearing black trousers, red jacket with many small, gold, circular buttons. He was wearing his signature glove as well as his sparkly socks. His black curls were perfectly framing his beautiful face. He was drop dead gorgeous! He held his arm out for me.
“Shall we?” he asked me formally.
“Yes, we shall,” I said as I wrapped my arm around him.
“Annie! I’m leaving!” I yelled out to Annie. There wasn’t a reply but I left anyway. Bill Bray made sure that the halls were cleared first so that Michael could avoid a mob of fan girls. He walked me into the black limousine outside of the apartment building.
“Where are we going?” I asked him.
“Le Chateau Blanc,” he replied. Le Chateau Blanc was one of the fanciest restaurants in town! I was so excited to finally eat there!
“Really? Wow!” I gawked.
“You excited?”
“Yes! I’ve never been there before! I’ve heard great things about it though,” I mentioned. When we got to the restaurant the word must have spread because there were tons of fans and reporters there just waiting for us. I heard a few gasps when I stepped out of the limousine with Michael. Obviously that wasn’t expected.
We had lobster for dinner and we really enjoyed ourselves! Despite the fact that there were screaming fans outside the restaurant, it was really nice! Michael was always cracking a joke and I couldn’t stop laughing. I hated my laugh but he told me it was sexy. At the end of our dinner we tried to escape but the reporters and fans had us cornered. We were trapped.
“Look Stephanie, since we’re here and since I might not get another chance to ask you this...” Michael started.
“Ya...” I pushed. He got down on one knee, pulled out a ring and sang,
“Each time the wind blows, I here your voice so, I call your name...”
I recognized the song immediately as ‘I just can’t stop loving you.’ My eyes started to tear up. By the end of the song I was weeping.
“Anyway, Stephanie... will you marry me?”

(Stay tuned for Chapter 4!)


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