It was a rainy day. Normally rainy days mean that you could relax and sleep in. For 18 yrs old, jasmim Lewis it mean that the rain could be a soothing place to wash away your tears. She was having a real hard time getting over her ex-boyfriend, Greg Simmons. jasmim and Greg had been high school sweethearts. To her, he was her soulmate and her best friend. They were supposed to go away to college together at Harvard in the fall. After they had graduated from college, they had talked about getting married and starting a family. But he had betrayed her por sleeping with her best friend, Chloe Martin. When jasmim had found out the truth, she broke up with him and ended her friendship with Chloe, who had not shown any remorse for what she had done. It had been 6 months and she was still not over him. To make matters even worse, Valentine's dia was a week away and she did not have anybody to be her Valentine. Who says that it never rains in southern California?, she thought miserably.
jasmim was so preoccupied in her thoughts and misery that she did not notice the long black limo that had pulled over to the side of the road.
A man got out of the limo and closed the door behind him. He was carrying a black umbrella and he walked over to Jasmine.
"Excuse me, miss? Are you alright?", he asked in a whisper soft voice.
jasmim turned her tear-streaked face away from the rain to see who was talking to her. The man smiled at her reassuringly. When she saw that he was her childhood crush mega superstar Michael Jackson, she gasped, fainted, and almost hit the ground, but he caught her.
"Mr. Jackson, is everything ok?", asked the limo driver.
Michael laughed and lifted jasmim into his arms.
"Everything is fine, Bobby. When do girls not faint when they see me?", he said carrying the still unconoius jasmim to the limo.
"Mr. Jackson, are you sure about this?" ,Bobby asked looking at jasmim skeptically.
"I can't leave her here. She might catch a cold and she is already soaked.", Michael said patiently opening the door and laying jasmim on the seat. Then he got back into the limo and closed the door.
Bobby knew better than to argue with his boss, so he got back into the limo too and drove away.
Michael settled back into his assento and looked at Jasmine. She is so beautiful, he thought admiring her heart-shaped face and exotic features. He could not help, but to wonder what could have possessed this girl to walk outside in the rain without a jaqueta or a umbrella. He figured that when she regained consiouness, she would tell him what had happened.
To Be Continued
jasmim was so preoccupied in her thoughts and misery that she did not notice the long black limo that had pulled over to the side of the road.
A man got out of the limo and closed the door behind him. He was carrying a black umbrella and he walked over to Jasmine.
"Excuse me, miss? Are you alright?", he asked in a whisper soft voice.
jasmim turned her tear-streaked face away from the rain to see who was talking to her. The man smiled at her reassuringly. When she saw that he was her childhood crush mega superstar Michael Jackson, she gasped, fainted, and almost hit the ground, but he caught her.
"Mr. Jackson, is everything ok?", asked the limo driver.
Michael laughed and lifted jasmim into his arms.
"Everything is fine, Bobby. When do girls not faint when they see me?", he said carrying the still unconoius jasmim to the limo.
"Mr. Jackson, are you sure about this?" ,Bobby asked looking at jasmim skeptically.
"I can't leave her here. She might catch a cold and she is already soaked.", Michael said patiently opening the door and laying jasmim on the seat. Then he got back into the limo and closed the door.
Bobby knew better than to argue with his boss, so he got back into the limo too and drove away.
Michael settled back into his assento and looked at Jasmine. She is so beautiful, he thought admiring her heart-shaped face and exotic features. He could not help, but to wonder what could have possessed this girl to walk outside in the rain without a jaqueta or a umbrella. He figured that when she regained consiouness, she would tell him what had happened.
To Be Continued
A little later I was walking down the dirt road at Skywalker Ranch and I saw a fogo Engine coming down the road and it’s bells were ringing and it’s horn was blowing, so I moved over closer to the ditch, thinking they needed mais room to pass by, since it was a narrow road, and to my surprise, they blew the horn again and when I turned to look back at them I saw Michael hanging out the passenger side of the truck and waving excitedly, so I looked behind me thinking he was waving to someone else, but no one was there, so it suddenly dawned on me that he was waving to me. So I smiled and waved back, and he seemed to be as excited as a kid would be riding in a fogo Truck for the first time.
one: His smile.
two: His hair.
three: His personality.
four: His sweetness.
Five: His beauty.
Six :His hottness.
Seven: How loving he is.
Eight: His sexieness.
Nine: His shyness.
Ten: His shoes.
Eleven: His Bad outfit.
Twelve: His Beat it outfit.
Thirteen: His Thriller Jacket.
Fifteen: How he donated so much money.
Sixteen: He was nice to everyone.
Eighteen: How he was always cheerful.
Nineteen: How he amor all his fans.
Twentey: His Dancing.
TwentyOne: His singing.
TwenteyTwo: His Bad album.
TwenteyThree: His Thriller Album.
TwentyFour: All his music.
TwentyFive: His eyes.
TwentySix: His face.
TwenteySeven: His clothes.
TwentyEight: His house.
TwenteyNine: His Interests
Thirty: His amor for the world.
two: His hair.
three: His personality.
four: His sweetness.
Five: His beauty.
Six :His hottness.
Seven: How loving he is.
Eight: His sexieness.
Nine: His shyness.
Ten: His shoes.
Eleven: His Bad outfit.
Twelve: His Beat it outfit.
Thirteen: His Thriller Jacket.
Fifteen: How he donated so much money.
Sixteen: He was nice to everyone.
Eighteen: How he was always cheerful.
Nineteen: How he amor all his fans.
Twentey: His Dancing.
TwentyOne: His singing.
TwenteyTwo: His Bad album.
TwenteyThree: His Thriller Album.
TwentyFour: All his music.
TwentyFive: His eyes.
TwentySix: His face.
TwenteySeven: His clothes.
TwentyEight: His house.
TwenteyNine: His Interests
Thirty: His amor for the world.