Being with Michael: Part 1 (Book Two)

Chapter Seventy One

Hey guys. Sorry it's been so long. I've been sick and at school all the time. But here's the next update. I feel like this needs to move faster so this is like 3 months after the previous chapter. Nothing much has happened in their lives until now. Enjoy.

Michael dashes to the living room following a sudden, piercing scream.

He stops dead in his tracks at the entrance to the living room.

Paige is sitting on the edge of the ottoman, hands covering her mouth in shock, glued to the TV.

"What happened?" Michael asks. He hears the kids run up behind him and skid to a stop.

He steps forward to take a look at the screen. All he can see is a picture of a girl in her teens with a reporter blabbering off on the side.

Then he reads the title on the bottom: Friend of Paige Jackson Shares High School Photo.

Then he looks back at the picture and looks at the girl with a big smile on her face.

It's a candid of her looking sideways at the camera; obviously someone just ran up and said 'Smile!'

"Is that you?" Michael exclaimed.

Paige nods still in a daze. "I can't believe this. The only pictures I ever saw of me were my yearbook pictures. This is crazy."

"Is it bad?"

"No!" Paige is shocked. "Michael, I now have a memory of my life before I met you! I've never been able to show you anything about me before but now there's this. I need to get a copy somehow..."

"That's you? " Paris asks.

"Yeah, probably about 12 or so years ago. That's me at the dance studio."

Paige can feel the urge to dance crawl through her body. "God, how I loved that..."

Everyone is just standing there staring at the picture until they move on to another news segment.

"That's what we can do!" Paige says.

"What?" Everyone else asks at the same time.

"Go to the old studio!" She says pointing her hand at the TV. "Maybe somebody I knew will be there! Maybe I can show you some of the things we used to do."

"Well, when?" Michael asks.

Paige shrugs. "Whenever you want. People are always there."

"I want to go!" Paris says.

Paige gets up. "You guys actually have to go to school. Come on, go get in the car."

The kids disperse and Michael asks, "Do you want them to come also?"

Paige nods. "Sure, why not? There's nothing bad there."

"Well we can't go tonight because it's a school night."

"Right. So how about Friday night then?"

Michael nods. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Paige gives him a kiss on the cheek before she goes and follows the kids out to the car.