Michael and Tatum at the party
One día Michael is in his living room watching the "three stooges" on tv, the phone rings. Michael quickly respuestas thinking its acebo calling him back. He answers. "Hello!" It turns out Its not acebo but Tatum o'Neal. "Hi Michael its me Tatum!" "Oh yes how nice to hear from you." "You to, listen I was wondering if tu would like to go to a party with me tonight?" "Gee I don't know?" "Oh come on it will be fun! Besides I don't want to go all por myself." Michael thinks for a moment, "sure why not." "Oh great! I will pick tu up at seven." "Okay see tu then." "You to, bye." "Bye."
They go out, and of course there is a lot of paparazzi. They all snap dozens of pictures of them dancing, and having a good time. Little did Michael think that the siguiente día they would make front page news. When Michael got up the siguiente morning it read, "Michael Jackson and Tatum o'Neal boyfriend and girlfriend!" Michael says to himself "oh no! I hope acebo doesn't see this." But unfortunately she did. When she read the articulo about how, "last night Michael and Tatum could not keep their hands off each other." acebo starts to cry and she throws the articulo across the room. She says to herself "how can he do this to me!?" She is sitting on her cama with her knees up to her chest and is crying so hard. All of a sudden her door swings open its Kate.
She sees acebo crying. "Sis what's wrong?" she says concerned. acebo is trying to stop crying, but she can't. "Nothing, everything is just ducky!" Kate sits siguiente to her on her bed, "come on tell me." "Well two weeks hace remember tu were on a date, and mom and dad couldn't pick me up. So Michael took me inicial and he..." Kate starts to look concerned, "what did he do something to you!?" "No! He kissed me and... I liked it, and I went to kiss him and started saying that I was two young and all this crap!" "Yea so, whats the big deal?" "Go pick up that magazine." "What?" "Just go pick it up." She goes and picks it up, "Oh, I see now. But acebo do tu really believe this, it could just be a made up story?" "Kate don't see them holding hands and laughing and having a great time! The tabloids didn't make that up!" "Holly come on don't be that way." "You know what it does not matter anymore." acebo looks at the clock, "hey can tu drive me to the studio? Quincy wants me to be their at three-thirty." "Sure come on."
Kate drives acebo at the studio, after a couple of hours they record a couple of songs. On the last take of the one song acebo asks, "can I go to the restroom real quick?" Quincy says, "sure girl go ahead." "Thanks i'll just be a minute." She goes to the restroom. Meanwhile Michael goes into the studio to drop off a folder for Quincy. "Hey smelly, tu got my folder?" "Yea here tu go." "Thank you. hola did tu fix that part of 'Don't Stop 'Til tu Get Enough'?" "Almost i'm still trying to get the beat down, but its almost there." "Good you'll bring it in tomorrow?" "Yea if its finished." Quincy starts to laugh "believe me I know tu will have it done por tonight." acebo walks back into the studio. MIchael and acebo look at each other, acebo just turns around and walks back out.
Michael goes after her, "Holly wait!" Stop!" He grabs her arm, "Holly stop!" "Why!" "Because I want to talk to you." "About what, what do tu have to say to me!?" "That the articulo tu read today about me and Tatum was totally taken out of context." acebo shakes her in disagreement. "Please stop shaking your head at me! Listen, yes it is true Tatum did call me to go to a party with her. But we are not boyfriend, and girlfriend!" "That is toro MICHAEL!!!" "That's no way for a little girl to talk." acebo starts crying and screams at him, "AND THAT'S ALL I'LL EVER BE TO tu ISN'T IT, A LITTLE GIRL!!!!" "Holly please come down." " tu know what your problem is Michael, your ashamed to be seen with me!" "No i'm not." "Yes tu are! tu would much rather be seen out in public with Tatum rather than with me, because your afraid of what people will think!" Michael starts to get agatated. "Well wouldn't you! I mean good God Holly, your built like a brick ship yard and if people saw us más than friends their goona think the wrong things." "But don't tu want me the way a guy wants a girl?" "Oh Holly, I have always wanted tu that way. And for so long i've tried to put it out of my mind, but I never could."
They both become silent. Michael looks at her, "I just wish tu could understand were i'm coming from." acebo shruggs her shoulders, "Well I guess there is nothing más to say." She starts to walk back to the recording booth. Michael says outloud, "Oh screw this!" He gets her turns her around, and gives a big kiss. After a few segundos Michael breaks it. They just are gazing into each others eyes, then acebo kisses him. They take a long passionate kiss. He wispers to her "please don't be mad at me anymore." She gives him another long kiss. "Does that look like i'm mad anymore." They kiss again, but acebo breaks it. "Listen I need to get back to the studio." "Okay, i'll call tu tonight." He kisses her again. She says to him, "can't wait!" They kiss, and acebo runs back to the studio. Michael has the biggest smile on his face, and walks back to his car.
A mes goes por and Michael and acebo have been spending a lot of time together. They go to the movies, eat, o just spend time together talking. They make out quite a lot too. But they decided to keep their relationship a secert for now, because they know if the parents find out they will be in big trouble. One night Michael drives acebo back to her house. No one is inicial so they can say their goodbyes (which is usually making out.) acebo looks at him, "I had a great time tonight." "Me too I amor going to the cine with tu because tu add your own commentary to it!" acebo starts to laugh, "well tu got to make tu own fun." MIchael looks at her and tucks some hair behind her ear, "your so beautiful." They start to make out. But suddenly the passanger car door swings open. Michael and acebo quickly stop and acebo gasps "Mom...!"
Stay tuned to find out what happens next.
