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11:07am
"thank you michael, once again" i smiled talking on the phone. His manager— Frank Dileo had recently called me and professionally offered me the job, i decided to take it. I was now talking to michael after it had been made final that it is now my job.
"i don't want anyone else" he said lowly. "you know.. for the job" he continued and cleared his throat awkwardly. "your the best applehead, i really mean it" i played with my nails while holding the phone between the side of my head and shoulder. "no your the best" he chuckled.
"now did frank finalise everything?" mike asked. "he sure did" i smiled. "great, come in on tuesday around 2 and we can get to work i might pop around in a couple days" he said. "awesome, hopefully you can if not i'll see you tuesday smelly" i chuckled. "bye grumps" he said disconnecting the line.
"how'd it go baby?" my mother asked walking alongside, father and brothers. "i am officially michael jacksons stylist" i smiled excitedly. "yay! so proud" they all said to me hugging me. "thank you" i said softly.
We started to talk for a little bit until the phone rang. "i got it" i smiled walking over to the phone to answer it.
"hello? Adelaide speaking" i answered into the phone. "hello miss adelaide" a deep italian accent came through the other side of the phone. "angelo!" i piped. "hey missy" he chuckled. "sweetie i'm so sorry i didn't ring for you birthday" he said softly. "don't worry about it ange..it's okay" i chuckled. I was abit hurt but i decided not to dwell on it.
"no it's awful" he sounded ashamed of himself. "angelo, it's fine really" i faintly smiled. "i'm gonna make it up to you.." the signal became weak. "ange? hon i think i'm losing you" i said. Suddenly the room went all quiet i furrowed my eyebrows to see my family had left the room but why?
Suddenly I see the back door open, and a tall large figure wall through. I dropped the phone in shock as he faced me. "angelo!" i squealed running up to him hugging him ever so tightly.
"adster!" he laughed picking me up and spinning me around. I laughed through my tears. He pushed away the tears from my cheeks and hugged me once again.
"god i've missed you" i smiled and hugged him once more. "i missed you too" he muttered into my shoulder where he had tucked his head into.
When my family came in they all said there hellos, everyone was so excited to see him. We all chatted for awhile
"where are you staying bud?" my father asked. "oh just a hotel down the road" angelo smiled "no don't be crazy, you can stay with with us, ads couch pulls out" my father patted him on the shoulder. Even though my father was protective over me when it comes to boys because my father never saw Angelo as a real boy, he has known him since he was a baby and so i have i, so my father never had to worry about us getting together and never thought it would happen, but little did he know when we saw eachother— at 17 we had a small fling but chose to ignore it because we lived in separate countries a relationship was too difficult, so we kept it strictly as a friendship and that's how it's always been. -
