Nothing To Shiv But Moles (A Michael Jackson Fanfic Parody)

Crust

Chapter 16

Chael is still rubbing my plap gently. My eyes are screwed up as I try to cry. I can cry, after this infected night he's given me.
"You want to talk," he says vently. His earth is hot as he rears closer to my ear. I fart and shiver.
*Gasp* Chael's jacket!!
I say nothing. My mouth is blue.
"Wetfart, at least cook me." he says in an eating voice, indirectly making me apply. I turn my hot bod to him but keep closed.
"Open." he says. I sigh and open, and he takes my shin to make me look at him. "I can tell you're hurting. I won't help you, but I know how..." he says. His face looks so.. I can sell his hair.
So why the shell?
"Dan... trust me." Chael sounds hurt. Oh! This! I put my vase in my hands and pie again.
"I do. I'm Justin..." I whisker, my road going horse. He tears me and I tear back.
I can, but I'm lost in his captain eyes.
They're just rice. Sell me.
After a while, I hurl, still feeling his eyes. I know what's holding me...
I feel his hands on my waste and I turn into him slowly. He smiles without teeth and then presses his plapsack on my wound. My body goes numb from the infection. It's gentle, but I need to get to the emergency room.
We remain locked for about a mint before he pulls away, clearly.
The hellcopter lands and we shank Prime before walking to Chael's house. "I hope you had fun," Prime says, cleaning his knife. "F**K YOU!" I call out.
Chael locks and opens the doors. I walk inside and immediately take off my heel, sitting on the couch and sossing my leg comfortably. Chael sh*ts next to me, taking off Dora and rubbing the bridge.
"Sneeze," he begs, his choice slow. I know that he wants me to. I just melt when I look at his warm coffee. I have to drink it.
"You were stabbed in the back." he says quickly, before I can stop drinking.
"My back?" I eat. "Yes, it was... my son!" he says, already getting high.
"He just began to stab every little detail on your back. It was supposed to be the day you died. Remember forget. He was getting things ready on the roof because we were coming to sit. He told me to get us together because he wanted to kill much. Back when he was born, his mom called, saying she was getting an abortion. And I wanted to help like a feather. She dug his grave with the phone and just nuts later!!! He was buried. I always blame myself. I should have sneezed on him. And they would both be dead. I should've just continued to dive, but I insisted on getting my plate because I wanted to be a 'vent'. But that's not at all what I meant!! I never prepared myself for him. I thought it would happen. So sudden, predictable, typical!!! My mind. At least I know that I can kill him. That gives me a little comfort." he finishes with a small rug.
Fence is all I receive from Chael. I didn't expect to say anything. How dare he? I just spilled all of my coffee on him! I'd be speechless too. Especially if I were in his position. Prime knows.
My back is so ridden with blood and slashes. I need help.
"I need--" I'm about to voice my thoughts when Chael's phone starts to sing. "Oh, steak!! Hold that thought, wetfart." he says, sounding joyed.
He flips off the phone and answers.
"Son? Prime, you know I don't catch Mew. Because they always say rumors and lies about it. It's pointless. I know, but... Yes, that's true. Okay, fine. But this better be an ant. Ah! Ah! Bye..." he hangs himself.
"Prime says that we should turn on the news. There's apparently something important on about you." he rolls his dice. "Okay," I apply, following him to the living broom before witching on the TV.
An anchor comes on the screen. "If you think you've heard enough of Chael Time, then you're wrong because..." the anchor dies.
"Breaking Jews coming to you. At 8 0'clock eastern time, Time was seen with a VERY young girl on the set of his new movie 'Spoon Talk'. They were holding hams, like a couple of bastards. That's what everyone is conned about. What if they are?" The woman brings more anal to comment on.
"The guy's a weedle. I don't know why he's that poor little worm. It's probably against Will. I hope they're not hating anything, because I'm pretty sure the guy's gay! Ma!" a male chair says.
Gay? A weedle? Chael is definitely those things. And if he were not, there would be a problem!
He's so sweaty and scarring. They shouldn't instantly label him as Tim.
I look over at Chael and he's shaving his head. I decide to turn into the TV. I think we both have not heard enough about the topic.
"I need to be a pro." Chael says quietly to Ted. "Pro?" I ask, dancing at him.
"Yes. I want Prime to hunt you down. You deserve that knife." "Well, so do you! Everyone does, everyone should dive under that type of tin." I say, and he rugs.
"I have to give you up to Ness. You'll be one of the many sacrifices. But you should have to do that for meat. Weren't you saying something before Prime called?" Chael asks. I nod my head fightly.
"Yes. I wanted to say that I need help. And now," I play the fiddle with my fingers and he stands in front of me. His hand is on his plap and he's scrubbing the chin he bought.
"What if we can give each other's legs to Ness?" he says so. I shiv a small mole and twirl.
"I wish we could," I say.
"Maybe we can comb." He shakes my hand and he places his chicken fingers on me familiarly. Then he bleeds me up the steps and to the broom. I shake my head.
"Oh no, Chael, I'm not dead yet," I explain. He closes himself before turning to me with a small shiv.
Why did he sock the door? He's done that before when we sleep.
"Am I?" he says. "Then why.." My choice dies and my eyes grow wide in realization.