It was another jour without Michael. Wait until it's a year. My phone rung "Hello. This is depression you're calling. What toi want?" I groaned "Hey , single lady. It's Danny." He answered. I quickly hung up the phone. It rung again "What do toi want from me?" I moaned "I got something for toi , babe." He a dit as I quickly woke up "First. I'm not your babe. Secondly. What did toi get?" I asked as he chuckled "I'm coming over today." He whispered as I looked at the phone like: The fuck. I hung up and stayed in lit drinking a glass of Whiskey as the door opened "Danny , what have toi brought for me?" I asked as Danny smiled at me "A job!" He a dit enthusiastic about it "Why? We're not together." I asked as he looked at me with those poisonous eyes of his "You've always wanted to be a journalist. So , I got toi a job at New York Times newspaper as a journalist. Isn't that great?" Danny a dit as my face lit up with a smile. I've always wanted to be a journalist. I quickly got up to take a shower. I kissed Danny on the cheek "Thank You." I whispered. During my douche , Danny was at the door "I'm in here." I a dit but he barged in there anyway "You know I miss toi so much." Danny whispered as I put on a towel and stepped out of the shower. I walked past him "That's nice to know." I sarcastically commenté "You don't feel the same way?" He worried. I closedtthe door while he rambled on and on about how it used to be when we were together "Danny , I broke up with toi because I thought toi were to snooty and selfish. I'm not sorry for that. Now I have a man who is ten times better than you. In size and personality." I explained. I took Michael's truck keys and drove to the building. I walked in and saw a man waiting , I shook his hand "You must be The Great Nesha Reed. Danny's a dit a whole lot about you." He a dit as I blushed. We walked in the building and it was the busiest place I've seen. People and printers working to the death. écriture stories and filing them out.
"Wow" I whispered in amazement "We're very busy. écriture stories is a complex art." He said.
We walked into his office "Please. Sit. My name's Harold." He introduced himself as I sat down. He asked me a few questions and also started flirting with me "You're an amazingly beautiful woman. Do toi have a man?" Harold asked , his foot rubbing the tip of my shoes. I slid it away swiftly "Yes. I do but he's somewhere else." I a dit while he bit his bottom lip , checking me out , I got up quickly "Can toi tell if I got the job ou not?" I asked as he looked through my record "Yep. It looks like you've got the job. Congratulations. toi start tomorrow." He a dit , shaking my hand. I walked out of the building and into the truck. I stopped par a Greek restaurant to get a gyro and fries. I sat down suivant to the window. Looking out of the window and I kid toi not , everybody were all lovey dovey. Guys s’embrasser their girlfriends and couples walking hand in hand ou either buying gifts for each other. I started feeling gloomy as a tear ran down my face "Sorrowful , isn't it. Makes toi feel like you're the loneliest person in the galaxy." A voice a dit as I turned around to see it was a sexy boy in front "Yeah , it does something to your heart." I sniffled "Is this siège taken?" He asked as I nodded "No. No , sit." I a dit as he sat across from me. I could tell he was Arab because of his accent which was kind of attractive "Are toi in a relationship?" He asked as I chuckled "You sound just like my boss. Um...yes but he's somewhere else." I a dit as he introduced himself "I'm sorry I didn't tell toi my name. I'm Asad. toi are?" He asked me as I stared at him like it was a dream. He was like Michael. Polite and Handsome. I came back to reality "Nesha." I replied.
Asad and I walked with each other down the street. I loved his accent and his face. He had a five o'clock shadow and the lightest eyes. They were grey. Our conversation was so long , we Lost track of time. Just like me and Michael used to. I was falling in l’amour with.....No! I can't be falling in l’amour with him. I was already in l’amour with Michael.
.........But then again.
"Wow" I whispered in amazement "We're very busy. écriture stories is a complex art." He said.
We walked into his office "Please. Sit. My name's Harold." He introduced himself as I sat down. He asked me a few questions and also started flirting with me "You're an amazingly beautiful woman. Do toi have a man?" Harold asked , his foot rubbing the tip of my shoes. I slid it away swiftly "Yes. I do but he's somewhere else." I a dit while he bit his bottom lip , checking me out , I got up quickly "Can toi tell if I got the job ou not?" I asked as he looked through my record "Yep. It looks like you've got the job. Congratulations. toi start tomorrow." He a dit , shaking my hand. I walked out of the building and into the truck. I stopped par a Greek restaurant to get a gyro and fries. I sat down suivant to the window. Looking out of the window and I kid toi not , everybody were all lovey dovey. Guys s’embrasser their girlfriends and couples walking hand in hand ou either buying gifts for each other. I started feeling gloomy as a tear ran down my face "Sorrowful , isn't it. Makes toi feel like you're the loneliest person in the galaxy." A voice a dit as I turned around to see it was a sexy boy in front "Yeah , it does something to your heart." I sniffled "Is this siège taken?" He asked as I nodded "No. No , sit." I a dit as he sat across from me. I could tell he was Arab because of his accent which was kind of attractive "Are toi in a relationship?" He asked as I chuckled "You sound just like my boss. Um...yes but he's somewhere else." I a dit as he introduced himself "I'm sorry I didn't tell toi my name. I'm Asad. toi are?" He asked me as I stared at him like it was a dream. He was like Michael. Polite and Handsome. I came back to reality "Nesha." I replied.
Asad and I walked with each other down the street. I loved his accent and his face. He had a five o'clock shadow and the lightest eyes. They were grey. Our conversation was so long , we Lost track of time. Just like me and Michael used to. I was falling in l’amour with.....No! I can't be falling in l’amour with him. I was already in l’amour with Michael.
.........But then again.
" Oh Michael! It's so beautiful."
He smiled. " So, will toi marry me?"
I looked at the ring. It was a 250 carat or ring with diamond crusted all around it. " Fancy" was engraved on the ring. It was so magical. I looked into his eyes and a dit " Yes."
Michael looked up at me. " Say what now?"
I nodded rapidly. " Yes Michael! Yes!"
Everyone cheered except Joe. " What?!?! Michael can't be marrying that girl!" Joe screamed.
Michael frowned. " Joseph, I l’amour Fancy. She is my life. And if toi can't except that, then you're not invited to the wedding!
I felt a tear gently slide down my face. Everyone was feeling sorry for me. " See, now toi have Fancy crying!" LaToya scolded. Fancy, Janet and LaToya went to the wedding robe boutique to boutique for gowns and dresses.
Do toi agree with Fancy's decision. If so/not, commentaire below!!! I'd l’amour to hear your comments!