Heyaaa everyone ^^
Here's the next chappie to my story. I probably won't post more till Friday…
Anyways, hope you likey (;
"I'm Michael," he said, sticking out his hand.
I looked down at it, than back up at his face. "Christina," I said, still shocked.
Though I gently shook his hand, and quickly pulled back. For some reason, I still felt this was a dream, and that he was going to disappear any second.
"So… what are you doing here so late?" he asked. I sighed, calming my self down a little.
"I-I um…I…" I was saying, trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to tell him.
Though he just stared at me curiously, wide eyed.
"…it's a long story," I said quickly. He grinned. "I have time for a long story," he said.
Oh well, he was asking for it.
"Well….lets just say, I got fired, and kicked out of my apartment today," I said. He frowned instantly.
"Why did you get kicked out?" he asked.
"Cause I didn't pay for the rent a few times," I mumbled. He kept staring. Man, his stare was powerful.
"Oh…. So where are you planning on staying?" he asked. Wow, I was really surprised on how casual this conversation was.
"Well, since I can't stay with my parents, and since I don't have any friends, I might as well have to live out here in the streets, or find an abandoned house or something," I said. It was true. I really had no place to go but the streets.
He shook his head slowly. "You want to stay out here?" he asked. I nodded.
"I'm sorry Christina, but I can't let you do that," he said. "It's my choice!" I snapped. Great, here comes my 'amazing' attitude.
He giggled. "No, what I meant is, it's really dangerous out here, and-and if you want, I-I could let you stay in Neverland until you find a home," he said. What?
"What?" I said.
"You can stay in Neverland," he said with a smile. "What's a 'Neverland'," I asked.
"It's my home," he said.
"Oh… that Neverland…" I said, though a sudden thought hit my mind. "Wait… what?!" I said. He was asking me, a complete stranger, to come and live in his house… what in the WORLD?
He giggled even more. "Would you… like to?" he asked. Would I like to?... Well, let's see. Here I have, the richest, most famous person in the world standing right there in front of me, asking me if I wanted to stay at his house…. OF COURSE I WANTED TO!
But at the same time though… This was way too weird, and much too surreal.
No matter how much I regretted it, I couldn't agree to his offer.
"Listen… Michael… your offer, is the most amazing I have even gotten, but… I-I can't go," I said. He frowned, making me frown.
"Why not?" .I sighed. God, I hated hurting people's feelings.
"Because… this, things like these don't happen… and besides, I don't think you want a complete stranger in your house," I said. He shook his head no.
"No, no, it's fine… really. I-I have strangers in my home all the time," he said.
"But-but you don't even know me, how can you let somebody you don't know live in your home?" I asked, bizzared.
Michael shrugged. "I just… I don't think it's a good idea for you to stay out here, and besides, I'm always happy to help," he said.
I sighed. "Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded quickly. "Well… I guess you have a point… I-I guess I'll go," I said.
He smiled brightly. His pearly whites glew in the darkness. Right away, the two huge men, who I guessed was his body guards, grabbed my big bags, and carried them to the trunk of the SUV.
"Hey! I could have carried those myself!" I called over to them. Hearing Michael giggle, I quickly glanced back at him. He smiled, suddenly, but gently, taking my hand.
"Come on," he said, leading me towards the big car.
Meanwhile I was still trying to figure out what in the world just happened here.
This was all too weird.
