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(Anna's Point Of View)

Prince looked at me. "It is okay." He said. He stood up and kissed me. I pulled away. "But what why did Spencer think she was your girlfriend?" I asked. "We had a little relationship long ago. She is still obsessed with me. I never liked her anyways." He explained. "Okay." I said. He pulled me into a kiss again. I felt warm inside. It was the best feeling ever. Then Spencer walked back in. She looked really slutty this time. She was wearing a tight tank parte superior, arriba with bra straps hanging on her shoulders. She had on a really short skirt. She had a lolipop in her mouth. "Like me now?" She asked Prince. Prince turned pale. "No." He said.

Spencer stood there for a moment. She slid down her tank parte superior, arriba strap. She is a nice girl but not the best person ever. She put her hands on her hips and winked. Prince made a disgusted face and turned back to me. Spencer sighed and walked over to Jake. "Do tu want me?" She asked. Jake's eyes widened. "No." He said. Spencer put her hands on his shoulders. "You know tu do." She said. Spencer was starting to become the siguiente Paris Hilton. Jake sighed. "I am taken. Paris won me." He mumbled. He seemed ungrateful to have Paris as a girlfriend.

Then Paris walked in. Only I noticed. She listened to Spencer and Jake's conversation. "You don't need Paris. tu need me." Spencer explained. She started fumbling with her skirt. I rolled my eyes. Jake nodded. "I would never want to hurt Paris. But I wouldn't want to hurt you." He said. Spencer sat on his lap. "Get off of him Spencer!" Paris yelled. Me and Prince stood there. Spencer jumped off of Jake. Jake bit his lip. Paris put her hands on her hips. "Stay away from Jake!" Paris dicho to Spencer. Spencer sighed.

I can't wait to tell Sasha all of this! She is staying for the night. She is coming here later on. Me and Prince headed upstairs to his guest room. "She is crazy." Prince said. "No kidding. She is like Paris Hilton!" I exclaimed. A few minutos went por but then Spencer walked in. "Hey." She said. "Anna can tu leave? I have some business to do with Prince." She said. She winked at me and Prince. "Fuck you." I said. She got on my nerves so much. "Oh. That job is done." She dicho winking at Prince. Prince made a face at her.

My mouth dropped to the floor. "You? Him? What do tu mean?" I asked. "You know what I mean." She explained. "Did you?" I asked Prince. "Hell to the no." Prince said. "Spencer stop lying." I said. She sighed. "I just want to feel loved." She explained. "Your parents amor you. Now get out." Prince said. Spencer pouted and left. "I wish she would just leave us alone." I said. "Yeah, like that will ever happen." Prince said. He leaned in and kissed me. I just wanted to get everything off my mind. Prince pulled away. "I amor you." He said. I bit my lip and blushed. "I amor tu too." I said. He leaned in and kissed me again. I was blushing the whole time.

I finally put my arms around him. He put his hands on my waist. I blushed. Then Paris stormed in. She looked like a wreck. "What's wrong Paris?" I asked. "Jake told me he liked Spencer better." She explained. Jake was a such a dumb person. He liked wild girls. "He just wants her because she acts like a girly bitch." I said. Paris thought for a minute.


(Jakes Point Of View)

Why is Paris so mad at me? She is so boring. All she does is follow me like a dog. She doesn't do anything. Spencer is más like it. She got what it takes to a have a good relationship. Then Spencer walked into my room. She sat on my bed. "Hey." She said. "Hey." I replied. She looked me in the eye and smiled. "I amor you!" She exclaimed. "You hardly even know me!" I dicho sitting up. "Jake calm down. We will get to know each other better tonight." Spencer explained. She winked at me and smiled. I got up and backed away. This chick does have problems... but I will actually get some entertainment tonight.


(Spencer's Point Of View)

Why was Jake backing away from me? I am not going to bite. I just want to give him what he really wants. "Just relax. Tonight tu will be satisfied." I explained to Jake. Jake sighed. "We are too young." He tried to explain. "Nobody has to know." I said. "I guess tu are right. But I am still not doing it." He explained. My corazón broke. "You don't amor me?" I asked. "Spencer... I do... I guess but I am only thirteen and tu are twelve." He said. I bit my lip. "Fine!" I yelled. I walked out of the room and went back downstairs.


(Anna's Point Of View)

I looked at Prince. Paris walked out of the room. I bit my lip. "This week is going to be great!" I exclaimed sarcasticly. "Nothing is going to happen Anna!" Prince said. "Spencer is going to get pregnant. I can tell." I said. Prince shot me a confused look. "What?" He asked. "Do tu see how she acts around tu and Jake?" I asked. Prince sighed.
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Could Michael Jackson's older son have the same rare skin condition that the King of Pop steadfastly maintained he had?

White patches of skin under Prince Michael's arm were noticeably visible when he wore swim trunks on a reciente Hawaiian vacation, prompting speculation that the skin-bleaching disorder vitiligo could be the cause.

Michael Jackson dicho the condition was to blame for the gradual but steady lightening of his own skin and with his 13-year-old son displaying similar symptoms, skeptics who pregunta the paternity of Jackson’s children may finally be convinced that the singer really...
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