Hello! This is my first fanfic so it might be bad.
Any who,
Quick summary of the story:
Michael and a stranger fall in love, but someone separates their relationship, and they have to find a way back together. But something sad happens.
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I just dropped off Ashley at her house, and I walked home. I went to my room and jumped on my bed and pulled the covers down as I laid in the bed. I slept for about a minute, I didn't except Michael to call me. The phone rang. I really didn't wanna answer it, it'd probably be one of those phone scammers. I got up anyways and checked the phone. It was Michael. My heart pounded and my face got warm and I started blushing again. I took a deep breath and picked up the phone. "Hello?" Michael's soft voice called. "Hi!" I was really excited. "I just wanted to say that you look very beautiful" "Thank you" I blushed. I couldn't believe it. I was on the phone with no other, than Michael Fucking Jackson. "I was wondering if I could come over, if you're free tomorrow." "Yeah! I'm free. And, tomorrow is great!" "Okay thanks" "No problem" "Bye" "Bye" Michael hung up. Oh my GODDD! MICHAEL JACKSON IS COMING TO MY HOUSE!!! I was freaking out. I looked outside. It was getting dark. I went to my vanity and took off my makeup. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I put on blue and white PJs with a squiggly pattern.
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I was excited for tomorrow. I can't believe Michael Jackson, the best singer alive, was coming to my house. I don't know if I should tell Ashley. Anyways, I got my house set. I cleaned every single room from top to bottom so when Michael came, my house wouldn't be a mess. Michael was a gentleman, so his house would probably more clean and pretty than my house ever will. I wanted Michael to think that I wasn't messy. It took about 1 hour to clean each room. Speaking that I have 12 rooms, — 4 bathrooms a kitchen, the living room 4 rooms, the laundry room, the garage — that took about the whole nighttime to clean my house, plus a few extra hours. I cleaned every cobweb, every speck of dust, all the stains, the carpet, the bed sheets, all my clothes, all the dishes, the sinks, the toilets, the windows, the furniture, everything. And I organized everything the best I could, all to make Michael feel nice when he walks in my house. Boy was I tired. I barely got any sleep that night. Michael better come, if not, I did all that hard work for nothing, I mean, at least my house is clean for the first time.
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