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Neverland, California, 1995 (Michael is famous, Lisa is not) Ps. No hate against Lisa this is just a story.
"Have you seen my comb, dear?" I hear Michael ask in the distance, probably in the kitchen.
"Didn't you leave it in the drawer, next to the bed? Why do you need it?" I ask, walking towards where I heard Michaels voice from, leading me into the living room.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, a friend coming over for the night. Don't worry, it's only for one night." He replied and didn't seem to be affected by my confused look towards him.
"Wait, you haven't told me anything about a friend coming over, Michael." I follow him in the direction of where he had left his comb in.
"Of course I have... or did I not?" He stops.
"No, you haven't at all! What am I going to do? The house is barely clean, I'm not even ready yet... I look horrible! When is this friend coming?" I rant quickly, frustrated with his lack of memorization to tell me.
"At 6:00 o'clock." He continues walking in the direction of the comb.
"Michael! It's five fifteen! I need to clean the house! You should have informed me earlier! Why now!?" I shout over to Michael in the bathroom, hearing no reply as I attempt to tidy up parts of the living room, kitchen, hallways, and little candy wrappers Michael must have left around.
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After 35 minutes of hard working and cleaning, I felt decent enough to stop cleaning and to start taking care of myself. My god, what all that work has done to me! I wipe off the drops of sweat and take a quick glance at myself in the mirror, cringing at the sight in front of me. I need a shower.
I slumped tiredly to the bedroom to enter the bathroom and take off my now sweaty clothes. I attempt to throw my dirty clothes into the laundry basket, just like my dad had done it back in the day. "Swishhh!" I chirp, in hopes of the clothes reaching the basket. But I had no luck at all.
I hop into the shower and turn on the water in a hot setting. I love my water very hot. Good to know, right? Haha, that was random. Continuing, I wash my hair with shampoo and conditioner and step out of the shower as fast as possible, getting ready for this 'friend' that Michael has invited over. I hope Michael doesn't spend all his time just with his friend. It's always that way and I am basically the third wheeler.
As I pick out some simple mom jeans and one of Michael's blouses and lay them on the bed that we share. I walk into the closet, quickly put on a bra, socks, and some random underwear and proceed back into the bedroom. I lay my towel over the top of the chair, saving it for the next shower. I only use a towel twice, then throw it in the wash.
I walk over to the bed and slip into my jeans, putting on Michael's blouse after. I walk into the bathroom, rummaging around looking for my hairbrush. I am quite a messy girl and I'm not one of those girly-girls. I'm kind of in between because I do occasionally like to dress up for formal nights and special events like when I go to award shows or the red carpet with Michael which was only a one-time thing. Hopefully, I will be at further events with him.
