The hours flew by faster than minutes, Justine looked at the clock then back at Michael who was laying on her floor underneath the tent they built with long sleeved blouses tied together reaching from one chair to another, from one wall to another, with blankets covering the top. It was cute, the lights reflected off of each color of every blouse and blanket into the tent. My Cherie Amour by Stevie Wonder was playing on the record player.
"It's getting late, and we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow in the studio," Justine laughed a little. Michael looked at the clock, 11:07PM. It was pretty late. But he didn't want to go.
"I don't really wanna go home," Michael laughed a little, sitting up.
"I don't want you too either but we're gonna be really tired," she smiled.
"Okay.. If you really want me to go just say so," Michael crawled out of the tent.
"No I don't want you to go," Justine said, grabbing his ankle. Michael laughed, he was easily ticklish. He crawled back under, "Well what do you want me to do then?"
"I don't know, just... Stay a little longer, and then go home at twelve?" she suggested.
"Okay, works for me," Michael smiled and laid back down.
"Sit up real quick," she said, Michael sat up, a little confused. Justine slipped a couch pillow under his head.
"I knew you were uncomfortable," she laughed and laid down beside him, propping a pillow under her own head. She looked at him from the corner of her eye, "You still fail, to tell me about yourself..."
"What do you want to know?" Michael asked, he was having trouble looking her in the eye, he looked around at the designs of the blouses and blankets every now and then, then back at her through the corner of his eye. Justine did the same.
"Everything, I want to know you... Like you know yourself, not like the people who interview you," she said.
Michael took a deep breath, "I don't know where to start,"
"Tell me about your mother and your father,"
"Well... My mother issuch awonderful strong woman, she suffered from Polio... Missing out on a great deal of school. she went back later in time though. I was afraid that she was going to a regular school with kids and everything, I thought everyone was gonna laugh at her, but she explained to me that she'd be going to school with people her age with the same situations as her," Michael laughed a little, so did Justine.
"Mhm," Justine smiled, intrested in whatever else came next.
"She was always so loving, she treated each of us nine kids as an only child.. Seriously," Michael smiled, "if she knew we took an intrest in something, she'd come back home with books on it the next day for us to read about it and things," he said.
"Oh how sweet," Justine said.
"Yeah... My father on the other hand... Well... He was tough on us, really tough. But he meant well, he just wanted to keep us out of trouble for one thing, and to fufill his dream for another," Michael said, "My relationship with him isn't too stable, we love eachother, or atleast I know I love him very much, we just don't have a strong bondage," he shrugged.
Justine didn't say anything for a moment, "I understand," she said.
"Tell me about yours," Michael said.
"My real parents died in a plane crash when I was three, their wish was for me to live with my grandfather, ut as he passed away I had to cometo an orphanege, I was adopted when I was four by Grace and Stephen Gail. They're great people I love them so much. My mother Grace is very intrested in ballet and plays, Stephen is intrested in mechanics and such. They're loving, all a person needs is love," Justine shrugged.
Michael looked at her, she looked hurt somehow, but Michael couldn't tell.
"It's kind of a depressing story," she smiled to hide the pain. Michael could tell, "I'm really sorry," he said.
The phone was at it's last ring, Justine quickly jumped up, Michael grabbed the cordless phone off the hook and handed it to her as she searched for the phone, too tired to comprehend where it was. She pressed the button to answer, it was Jeffrey.
"Where on Earth are you!? And you probably don't but do you have any idea where Michael is!?" he shouted, "It's an hour past time!"
Justine's eyes widened, she looked at Michael, "Oh my gosh I'm running late I'm so sorry I will be there in less than fifteen minutes tops I promise! I have no ideawhere Michael is I'm so sorry!" she said. Michael's eyes widened, "what!?" he whispered. "Hold on real quick," Justine said, covering the speaker with her hand. "I can't tell him I'm with you! We'll get in trouble!"
"It's Jeffrey! Give me the phone!" Michael held his hand out. Justine took a deep breath and handed him the phone.
"Hello? Jeffrey?" Michael asked, Jeffrey was shocked, "Michael!?"
"Look I trust you so you should trust me there's nothing going on I just stopped by this morning, we'll both be there shortly no worries," Michael said.
Jeffrey was speechless, "Hurry!" He hung up, he'd save all his questions for when they came.
Michael put the phone back on the hook, Justine got up, knocking the tent down, throwing all of the blankets that fell on her off, "Michael if my manager finds out I'm screwed! Done! I can't believe this!" She walked back and forth running her hands through her hair. "You slept over!? When did we fall asleep!?"
"Calm down! Your manager won't find out and neither will mine! Jeffrey won't tell!" Michael got up.
