~The Park~
"Hey!" Nick called out to someone he didn't know.
The three of them were all squished on a little park bench, watching the people go by. Mercedes was in the middle, and every so often A.J. would lean over and whisper something perverted in her ear.
"Ugh, A.J. stop!" she said disgustedly, pushing A.j. and sending him straight off the bench and into the bike path. A.j. just laid there like an idiot until a person on a bicycle was approaching.
"Move it asshole!" the lady said rudely before losing her concentration and slamming strait into a tree.
"Dumb bitch made my hair go flat, hmmf." A.J. muttered as he sat back up and leaned over to talk to Mercedes again. Nick was just in his own little world daydreaming until a young child walked by, stumbled, and broke the balloon he was holding. Nick's head suddenly snapped back into reality.
"Petunia! My darling! How could this happen!" Nick screamed jumping off the bench and picking up the broken balloon. Nick started stroking the balloon and cradling it until the kid suddenly burst out crying. The worried mother instantly ran to the scene and began to reprimand Nick.
"You sick, sick man. You need help, you know that?" The lady grabbed her child and began walking down the path. Mercedes just sat there, wondering why she was surrounded by two idiots.
"Nick, didn't we come here to pet dogs?" Mercedes asked.
"Well, yes, but the only dog I see is A.J., and he's an ugly one at that." A.J. just sat there, not denying what he knew was true.
"I am so bored." Mercedes bellowed, looking at the other guys.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! I just had the coolest idea!" Mercedes said as she jumped up, eyes glowing with excitement.
"What! What! What!" A.J. and Nick said in unison.
"Why don't we go over to the fountain and fish pennies out of it!!"
"That's so cool! Let's go!"
~Back with Michelle~
After discussing house plans, Howie decided to buy a small comfy house in New York. Michelle sighed with a look of contentment on her face.
"Howie, how long before the show?" Michelle asked, sitting on Howie's bed.
"2 hours, why?"
"You know, there's a lot we could do in 2 hours." Michelle replied in a seductive tone, repositioning herself on the bed.
"Michelle, you know how I feel. I am gay and that's the truth, you know it as well as I do." Michelle got of the bed and walked over to Howie, placing a hand on his chest.
"When I'm done with you, I'll make sure your bi." Howie looked at her with uncertainty, and Michelle took the opportunity to lean in for a kiss. Howie resisted at first, but then gave in and deepened the kiss.
They broke apart, both breathless, and looked at each other before resuming there kiss. Not realizing what he was doing, Howie picked Michelle up and gently laid her on the bed, still engrossed in their kiss. >[?Michelle made a trail of kisses down his chest, stopping only to remove his shirt. When Howie made a grab for Michelle's shirt, she realized that if she was going to go through with her plan, she couldn't get lost in the moment. In one quick toss, Michelle's shirt was over her head and on the floor. Howie moaned against Michelle's mouth, causing shivers to go up her spine. Michelle slipped one hand into Howie's pants, rubbing him and causing him to take short, quick breaths. Taking off his pants with her teeth, Michelle continued rubbing until she looked in his eyes, which were begging her for release.
Sensing the time was right, Michelle jumped off the bed and made a mad dash for the bathroom, quickly throwing it open and slamming it shut. Michelle pressed her ear to he door, listening to Howie finish the job she had started. A few minutes later, Howie softly knocked on the door.
"Michelle? Are you o.k.? Come out here so I can talk to you." Michelle cautiously opened the door, not being able to look Howie in the eye. He grabbed her hand and gestured for her to sit on the rumpled bed. Taking a seat beside her, he finally spoke.
"Michelle, what was that all about?" Michelle looked at him carefully before speaking.
"I.....I.....I'm sorry. I guess I just freaked out. I'm not usually so spontaneous and when I realized what I was doing, I couldn't go through with it. I am so sorry to just leave you like that, but I just couldn't do it. Are you mad?" Howie softened his gaze.
"Of course not, I understand. I would never make you do anything that you didn't want to do." Michelle smiled as Howie retreated to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
'Why does he have to be so nice? I try to make him mad, and all he does is turn it around and be so understanding. How can I make him mad?' Michelle's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. The Trip by: The sidewalk pie tasters (mlm12485@aol.com & Everythingnice99@aol.com)
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