Chapter 3:
Once we were inside the house again, me and Michael got dried off from the SuperSoaker war. I changed into my pyjamas and so did Michael, and we snuggled on the sofa watching Disney films all night, o at least til bedtime. I had fallen asleep and woke up only when it was bedtime.
"Becky..?" Michael whispered, tapping me gently. I found my head leaning on Michael's side, as he was sitting upright on the sofa. I pushed myself up a little and looked at Michael.
"What time is it..?" I asked sleepily. I tried to look at my watch but my eyes were blurry and I couldn't make out the time.
"It's nearly midnight, we better get to bed.." Michael told me.
"What? Oh.. Ok.. Let's go.." I muttered from tiredness. Michael lifted me up and carried me to bed. He tucked me in letto and kissed my forehead. He turned off the light and walked towards the door. He walked through and poked his head back through the door to see me one last time.
"Goodnight princess.." Michael smiled, blowing me a kiss.
"Night Michael.." I whispered gently. He waved as he closed the door bit da bit and I turned over and fell asleep. That's the last thing I remembered.
"Morning Becky.." was the first thing I heard the successivo morning. Michael opened the curtains and walked over to the bed. He was wearing a red jumper and black trousers, like in Moonwalker. I rubbed my eyes and looked over at Michael.
"Morning Michael.." I smiled back.
"Sorry I wasn't so active last night. I was real tired.." I giggled in embarrassment. I took off the duvet that was covering me and got out of bed. I wobbled from tiredness and nearly fell over, but Michael ran over to me and caught me just as I was about to fall.
"Looks like you're still a little tired huh?" Michael giggled.
"Now I feel stupid.." I admitted. I looked down and then allowed Michael to let go of me.
"Don't be. I'm like that everyday. Luckily te never saw me nearly fall today, I've been up 2 hour-" Michael started, before I interrupted.
"2 HOURS?! Michael why didn't te wake me up sooner! Now I feel worse!" I giggled. I slapped Michael arms playfully and Michael giggled.
"Sorry, I won't do it again!" Michael laughed.
"Yeah, especially for that long!" I smiled. I got ready and Michael waited while I did so. Once I was ready, I walked in to the library, where Michael was waiting for me.
"What are we doing today Michael?" I asked. Michael looked at me guiltily.
"I gotta go to a meeting today Becky.. You'll be staying here today, but te can play with anything I have here. I'm sorry.. but I won't be long. I promise, ok?" Michael explained. I nodded my head.
"Ok Michael.." I replied. Michael kissed my forehead and walked out the biblioteca door, blowing a baciare on his way out.
"I'll see te later!" He called as he closed the door. When he was out of sight I crept out the biblioteca door. I followed him as he walked down all the corridors and when he got into his limo, I crept inside too. Nobody actually noticed I was there surprisingly. We were driven to a huge building that I had never seen before. Michael stepped out of the car, and when he was out of sight I did too. I followed Michael into the building, which surprisingly didn't have many paparazzi hanging about. I was wondering what the meeting was going to be about. I hid behind a statue that was near the reception as Michael asked what room he was needed in. I heard the receptionist say 'Room 24E' and I made a run for that room. I eventually came to it and I hid myself under the scrivania, reception so that no-one could see me but I could hear what was being said. I heard a few men coming in, bit da bit. They were discussing something, I couldn't work out what. But then I heard a knock on the door and one of the man called 'COME IN.' I heard the door open and footsteps walking into the room. It was Michael. I heard him scrape a chair and then the meeting began.
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Once we were inside the house again, me and Michael got dried off from the SuperSoaker war. I changed into my pyjamas and so did Michael, and we snuggled on the sofa watching Disney films all night, o at least til bedtime. I had fallen asleep and woke up only when it was bedtime.
"Becky..?" Michael whispered, tapping me gently. I found my head leaning on Michael's side, as he was sitting upright on the sofa. I pushed myself up a little and looked at Michael.
"What time is it..?" I asked sleepily. I tried to look at my watch but my eyes were blurry and I couldn't make out the time.
"It's nearly midnight, we better get to bed.." Michael told me.
"What? Oh.. Ok.. Let's go.." I muttered from tiredness. Michael lifted me up and carried me to bed. He tucked me in letto and kissed my forehead. He turned off the light and walked towards the door. He walked through and poked his head back through the door to see me one last time.
"Goodnight princess.." Michael smiled, blowing me a kiss.
"Night Michael.." I whispered gently. He waved as he closed the door bit da bit and I turned over and fell asleep. That's the last thing I remembered.
"Morning Becky.." was the first thing I heard the successivo morning. Michael opened the curtains and walked over to the bed. He was wearing a red jumper and black trousers, like in Moonwalker. I rubbed my eyes and looked over at Michael.
"Morning Michael.." I smiled back.
"Sorry I wasn't so active last night. I was real tired.." I giggled in embarrassment. I took off the duvet that was covering me and got out of bed. I wobbled from tiredness and nearly fell over, but Michael ran over to me and caught me just as I was about to fall.
"Looks like you're still a little tired huh?" Michael giggled.
"Now I feel stupid.." I admitted. I looked down and then allowed Michael to let go of me.
"Don't be. I'm like that everyday. Luckily te never saw me nearly fall today, I've been up 2 hour-" Michael started, before I interrupted.
"2 HOURS?! Michael why didn't te wake me up sooner! Now I feel worse!" I giggled. I slapped Michael arms playfully and Michael giggled.
"Sorry, I won't do it again!" Michael laughed.
"Yeah, especially for that long!" I smiled. I got ready and Michael waited while I did so. Once I was ready, I walked in to the library, where Michael was waiting for me.
"What are we doing today Michael?" I asked. Michael looked at me guiltily.
"I gotta go to a meeting today Becky.. You'll be staying here today, but te can play with anything I have here. I'm sorry.. but I won't be long. I promise, ok?" Michael explained. I nodded my head.
"Ok Michael.." I replied. Michael kissed my forehead and walked out the biblioteca door, blowing a baciare on his way out.
"I'll see te later!" He called as he closed the door. When he was out of sight I crept out the biblioteca door. I followed him as he walked down all the corridors and when he got into his limo, I crept inside too. Nobody actually noticed I was there surprisingly. We were driven to a huge building that I had never seen before. Michael stepped out of the car, and when he was out of sight I did too. I followed Michael into the building, which surprisingly didn't have many paparazzi hanging about. I was wondering what the meeting was going to be about. I hid behind a statue that was near the reception as Michael asked what room he was needed in. I heard the receptionist say 'Room 24E' and I made a run for that room. I eventually came to it and I hid myself under the scrivania, reception so that no-one could see me but I could hear what was being said. I heard a few men coming in, bit da bit. They were discussing something, I couldn't work out what. But then I heard a knock on the door and one of the man called 'COME IN.' I heard the door open and footsteps walking into the room. It was Michael. I heard him scrape a chair and then the meeting began.
(Are te enjoying the story so far.. Hope te are :) let me know and I'll write the successivo chapter soon)
I been Scrivere for a long time I Amore Scrivere i still do but at a point in your life te start to lose faith about what u doing. te see I Lost faith because people didn't read my stories like they use too. i feel like i was not good enough to write stories anymore. But then i thought back i kept on thinking and detto to myself i could make stories that are so great people recoginze. I truley am a writer but don't u hate when your mom o dad read your story and u will have a curse in there and
she/he will be like don't put cussing in ur story. And your like but mom/dad its only a story and the character detto it not me but your the creator of the story. Your the one who made its like u saying the curse word because te are the autore of your story.well im finish here Scrivere this articolo . I think im get alot of commenti on this articolo surprise me.
she/he will be like don't put cussing in ur story. And your like but mom/dad its only a story and the character detto it not me but your the creator of the story. Your the one who made its like u saying the curse word because te are the autore of your story.well im finish here Scrivere this articolo . I think im get alot of commenti on this articolo surprise me.