MS. PRISSY MARISSY

The Thank You

KENDRA P.O.V.
I opened the door and grabbed Michael's arm, pulling him inside. "Kendra Banks?" He asks shyly. "Shouldn't you have guards or something?" I ask, looking for any paparazzi or fans. "I'm fine." He smiled widely. "I appreciate that." I nod, "No prob. Just don't wanna have any false stories with you visiting another girl after you and Lisa's split." I turned around and automatically realized what I'd just said. Michael's eyes were somewhat watery and his lips were moving, but there was no sound coming out. "Ohmigosh Michael. I'm so sorry. I-I," He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and managed a tiny smile. "N-no it's okay....but uh, that's not what I'm thanking you for."  He pointed at the tv, which was still on the 'Michael Jackson's Guardian' story. "Oh...."

"The reason why I'm here is, I have a...job proposal." He says and we sit down closely on the couch as he opens a folder with formal documents lined up inside. I scan one and read excitedly, "Personal Bodyguard? By your side at all times? Who wouldn't want to do this?! You've got yourself a guard!" He chuckled and I launched myself into his arms. "Thank you! This'll be so exciting to do!" He froze for a bit and hesitantly wrapped his arms around me, returning the hug.  I let go and he beamed. "You start tomorrow. Here's my address and my number. I'll be going to the studio to work on my new album and then to Karen so we can talk about what I'm wearing for the Dangerous tour." 

There was another knock at the door. I looked through the peephole and groaned. "What's wrong Kendra?" I knew he wouldn't want to see her right now so I whispered,"Go to the bathroom, it's down the hall on the left." He looked confused but followed my instructions without any questions. I opened the door and Lisa ran into my arms. "Oh Kendra!" she cried, "I was so worried about you and-" I pulled her off of me. "That's bullshit and we both know it. Why the fuck are you really here?" She tried to step in and I blocked the way. "I don't invite fake ass bitches in my house. What do you want?" "Look, I'm sorry I said all that. I want you back. I need you back." "If you can tell that to the press,then I'll believe you. Or are you only telling me this because you were supposed to be on the front headlines for breaking up with Michael and breaking his heart, then I stole it from you?" Her eyes narrowed and she poked a perfectly manicured finger into my chest. "Just stay away from Michael, or you'll be sorry. No one will hire you when I'm done." 

"On the contrary Lisa, someone has already hired Kendra," Michael said from behind me. Lisa looked like she'd seen a ghost; her jaw was slack and her eyes wide. She looked from me to Michael then back to me. I smirked. "Yup. Mike here came with a nice little...job proposal for me. Which I gladly accepted. So fuck you." I slammed the door in her face and hugged Michael a second time. I swear he squeezed a bit tighter this time too. Or maybe that was just my imagination. He glanced at the watch perched on his wrist. "Oh jeez, it's really late. You mind if I stay for the night?" I nodded and went to get him some clothes.

"Who's clothes are these? They certainly aren't your size." I sighed. "Those are my ex boyfriend's clothes. He was cheating on me with a....a minor. Fucking sicko. Thank God he's in jail now..." My voice trailed off, remembering the countless hours I'd spent crying. I'd hoped and wished he was wrongly accused. I'd prayed but when he plead guilty I couldn't believe it. I covered my face and went to my room so Michael wouldn't see me cry. I felt the bed sink as Michael sat next to me. He pulled me into a hug as I shook with the force of my crying. He pulled me closer and cooed, "It'll be alright Kendra. It's all over. You're a strong girl. You'll find someone better." Under his breath, I swear I heard him mutter, "Hopefully it's me."  Can't a girl dream?