The Text

Call

Marley's POV

"So how does it feel to be talking to the one and only?" I hear on the other line, as soon as I pick up.
How cocky of one.
"It feels usual. How does it feel to be talking to the most important gremlin that has ever walked on the earth?" I ask and smile to myself, enjoying the joke.

Life for me is normal. I have three cats and I have a hand fetish. Only when it's Michael's hands, though. Let those pump in and out of me and and make me scream until I cum hard. And mercilessly, dont stop. Dont stop until I'm a crying mess covered in my own cum.

"You're a gremlin? That must mean you're short, and moody. Am I right?"
"Spot on, Michael! I'm like, 5 feet tall, 4 inches." I hear the sound of a door closing and muffling, and a giggle.
"So how are you Marley?" I purse my lips, not knowing how to reply.

"The day just started, I dont know if I'm grumpy or happy. I'm stumped."

"Hi stumpy! Im Michael, nice to meet you. What's your address?" He questions at the end making me chuckle and shake my head. This guy just doesnt quit does he?

He clears his throat,
"No I do not," I gasp and frown. Did i say that out loud?

"You did! You said that out loud too. Are you okay? Need my address instead?" I shake my head, but realize he cant see me and decide to reply.

"Nah. I'm good with my cake. Its strawberry," I say and shake my shoulders and laugh to myself. I stand up and pace around the room go get some time off of my hands. I feel tired and I lay back down.

"You have a beautiful voice, you know." He stated in a calm tone. I smile and look around the room, my teeth showing and everything. I havent taken a compliment in a while, but he makes me feel like it's real. I thank him and can basically hear him smile through the phone.

"You're welcome. Pretty voice leads to pretty girl, so I'm excited." He says and chuckles. I roll my eyes playfully and turn the TV on. 101 dalmatians is on.

"I can sound like Cruella Da Vil and you would still say i sound beautiful. If I had an evil soul I wont sound beautiful!" I exclaim and chuckle.

"But you dont," he remarked and I sighed.
"You don't know that, Michael." I hear him laugh heartedly, and exclaim,
"But I do!"

I shake my head smiling and turn the volume to the TV down. On the screen Cruella is driving horribly into the truck filled with the dogs.
"Hey Marley, if you ever see me, could you please run into my arms and hug me, it would make my day. No, my week!" I smile to myself feeling my cheeks warm up.
Maybe I should tell him where I live.
Nah.

I'll tell him the color of my house and car.
I cant just let him have it! Its like geocaching.

"I will make it easier to find my house if you're ever interested. Okay? My house is yellow green. It has three levels, and the car in the front is white."
I hear him scribble some words down and mumble while writing, and I hear a click.

"Thank you! You made this way easier." He says and I frown, not knowing the meaning behind it. I shake it off and shuffle in my clothes, my shirt rising up and revealing my stomach by the slightest.

I tuck it back down and sit up, pull the blanket over me, and lay back down.
"Are you tired?"
"No. Are you?" I question as if he triggered me to do so. He laughs and clears his throat.

"I'm not, in fact. I'm in the car right now. I'm just driving around, you know?" I frown, hoping he isnt trying to find me. My house is a mess, but that means that my coffee table has the newspaper on it. I paint sometimes, so I put newspapers behind it so I dont make a mess. I'm a messy person when I'm not trying to be.

It's in my blood to mess up, I'm a klutz.
"Oh. Then my car is in the garage," I lie. I dont look good. Give me a month damnit.

"Oh? Bill. Stop the car," I hear and I chuckle.
"See you soon, Marley!"

There is a beep, and then the call ends. I giggle and look up at the ceiling, what a silly man I've been crushing on. I know what you're thinking,

If you're crushing on him, tell him where you live. . .
Well..

No.

I dont want to be awkward and star struck immediately. Give me a month and then I'll rape you, okay? Thank you. My eyes start to feel heavy, and I pass out with my phone on my stomach, going up by the slightest when i inhale, and going down by the slightest when i exhale.

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Michael's POV

I ring the doorbell with a smile on my face, and a small child opens the door and gasps,

"Michael Jackson?" I put my index finger to my lips to keep him quiet.
I dont think Marley lives here.

"Do you know someone named Marley?" I question him quietly, kneeling down to get on his level.

"Bob Marley?" He gasps again, making me laugh.
"No! I'm sorry champ, I have the wrong house." I scuffle his hair and he looks down tilting his head into my hand, and closing his eyes.

I pull my hand back and he looks at me in awe and I smile and wave, walking away backwards to the car.
"W-wait!" The boy exclaims, I wave again and get in the car.

"Continue driving Bill! Wrong house." I chime in and the car starts moving. I look out the window and frown, looking for a green house. Any house, any house will do!

Well,

Has to be green.
I think.
I hope.

I pull up to thirteen other houses until finally I sigh and walk up to a house with the exact description Marley gave me.

I knock on the door and a short ish woman with her hair in a messy bun and a long hoodie, as I look down I'm unable to see if she has shorts or clothes on.. I bite my lip and look back up at the girl. I widen my eyes looking at the girl from the lake, and I cup my mouth.

"Michael? You found me!?" She gasps and I gasp too.

"Marley..?" She nods and opens the door more, and i walk in. The gifts for her behind my back and I walk up a few stairs and flop down on the couch.

I put my hands on my forehead and the gift on the table.

"Oh boy... this is a lot to take in at once! It's really you!" I look at her and hold my arm out pointing my hand at her. She nods and sits down on the floor.
"What are you doing?" I frown and pat next to me.

"Sit next to me, please? We need some time to talk." I say and she stands up.
She walks over to me and sits down, putting her legs over my lap and curls up, laying down.

I look at her and frown.
"Why didnt you tell me it was you? You know, I liked you when I first met you. And then, I started liking you through texting with you!" I exclaim.

She sits quietly.

"I didnt want to scare you off. I got your number from the phone you dropped in the lake. I put it in rice, and wrote the phone number down, and texted daily until I saw a response or a 'read' appear." She plays with her fingers looking scared. I shake my head and look at her.

"You'd do that for me?" She nods and I hug her, leaning down to her. She gasps and hugs back, and when I feel her kiss my neck, I gasp and push her back slowly.

"I um.. I got you a gift." I fumble back and move around to hide the growing bulge in my pants.
She frowns at me and I hand her the gift of flowers, chocolates, and the stuffed animal. She smiles and takes them.

"Thank you! I didn't dress up, I didnt think youd find me. Oops." I cock a brow at her.

"So did you lie or move your vehicle out?"
I see her blush and mumble,

"I lied.."
"Speak up Marley!" I say, making her shout
"I lied! I just wasnt ready to meet you, you know? But now I'm ready so hi!"
She fumbles.

"What am I gonna do with you?" I say and sigh, rubbing my head on the palm of my hand.