Michael's POV:
"M-mom!" I said, clenching into the towel Dr. Kennel wrapped around my waist. "Michael." She said. "I see you had a bath. Wonderful. But don't ever let me hear that, again." We both blushed our eyes out and I looked at the floor. "I think w-we should.." I tried to walk past her and she grabbed my wet shoulder. "I brought you food," she said. "And you didn't touch it." "Mom I-" "Actually," Renee interrupted, "I've been feeding and bathing Mr. Jackson. He's okay, he's in my care." "Are you sure?," she spoke softly, "because it sounds like you two are just fucking like wild monkeys." I blushed with fury and looked down. "Ma...you know I don't do that." "I'm gonna go now." Mom left and I looked over at Renee. She was laughing!
"Why are you laughing at me?!" "I kept thinking of your face when you climaxed in the bathroom..." She giggled, "and what you said when you did." I blushed. "I don't curse, woman!" I walked over to the closet when I was yanked by a hand into the bed. "Ah what the hell?!" She kissed me deeply. "You don't move." She unwrapped my towel and threw it to the side, grabbing something from the suitcase my mom brought me when she...caught us. She pulled out a pretty orange jacket, a white shirt, black pants and my famous loafers. She helped me dress and I got up, and she pushed me back down. "Michael! You have to stop moving around!" She helped me into this wheelchair thingy and I groaned. "I'm not crippled, I can walk." "I don't care. You don't get to move on feet until our date, okay?" I smiles and giggled. "Yes ma'me!" "Now let's go get some ice cream." "YAY!" She wheeled me down the ramp she had installed in her house and out the door. This wouldn't be so bad after all.
(A/N: What short film does the picture in the beginning belong to? Whoever guesses right gets a cookie! :3)
