MICHAEL POV

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"I am here to ask you to marry me." Madonna says smiling.

"Stop joking, what is so serious?" I ask her.

"I want to ask you to marry me." She says more serious.

"What are you saying?! I have a girlfriend!"  I yell at her standing.

"I know you do. But wont you give her up? For me?" She says getting closer to me.

"No." I say looking away.

She rubs her body against me but I move away.

She sighs, " You're gonna reject me for that maid girl?!"

"Yes. And she isn't a maid!"  I say.

"Michael?! Im back!" I hear Ava yell.

"Madonna I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." I tell her.

"Ugh! I'm gonna make you change your mind Michael." She says smiling mischiviously.

And she kisses me. I try to pull her away but she keeps pushing. I finally rip her off and I see her smiling. I wondered why until I saw Ava standing in the doorway her mouth wide open. 

"Oh Michael you couldn't wait until she left to make a move?" Madonna says smirking.

I ignore Madonna. "Ava its not what you think!" I whisper.

I try to touch her but she moves away. 

"Ava?! Say something." I whisper.

"Okay." She whispers quietly. 

She walks up to Madonna.

"What do you want?" Madonna says with a hideous look on her face.

"You're lucky I'm a christian. I would kill you right now." Ava says.

Then she slaps Madonna hard across the face.

"You little bitch!" Madonna screams.

"I trust my Mikey. Unlike you. You need to leave." Ava says.

"Make me." Madonna says smirking.

"I could use my knuckles you know?" Ava says.

"Okay! I'm leaving! I just got my face done. I don't want you ruining anymore!" Madonna says.

She grabs her fur coat and bustles out the door. Not before mouthing call me.

I turn to Ava.

"Ava? Are you okay?" I ask nervous.

"Did you kiss her back?" She says quietly, her back to me.

"No. I tried pulling her back. But she just kept on." I say.

"I see." She says walking away.

"Wait where are you going?" I ask.

"Uh, home." She says turning to me.

I see tears in her eyes. 

"Oh Ava!" 

I grab her in my arms and she starts sobbing. We sit on the couch as she talks about how she felt. She fell asleep in my arms and I slept with her. 

I wake up to screaming and flashes. I open my eyes and I see three fangirls taking pictures with their camera phones at us holding eachother and sleeping on the couch.

"What are you guys doing?" I say groogy.

"I get to see Ava and Michael cuddling!" One of them yell.

"Oh my gosh Michael is waking!" I hear one of them yell.

"I dare you to put your hands in his pants!" I hear another squeal.

I sit up confused.

"Michael? Did you have sex with her yet?!" I hear a brunette say.

"What the heck! Where are the bodyguards?!" I say.

"HECTOR! VINCENT!" I yell.

My body guards some rushing in and picked up the girls. They were thrashing around screaming. But they were able to kick them out. Ava started waking up. 

"Hey." I say smiling at her sleeping face.

"Hi." She says sitting up.

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"You can make it up to me by watching romantic movies with me." She says.

"Aw, do I have to?" I say whiny.

"Yes." She says.

"Oh look at the time I better have a nice good long phone call with my sister and mom." He lies.

I grab his hand and I lead him up to the bedroom. He sighs.

"Now, do you want to watch the notebook? Or titanic? Oh wait! The switch is a nice one." Ava says excitdly looking through my DVD collections.

"I don't even know how I bought those movies." I say yawning.

"They were a gift. From me while you were touring. Remember?" She says giving me a deadly look.

"Yeah, yeah." I say.

She ends up putting in dirty dancing. 

She jumps on the bed with me and we sit there cuddling.

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Sorry this was so short. I just felt this chapter  should end this way. (NOT THE END BTW). Anyway I used Madonna because Michael said he disliked her. More updates coming very soon. And I'm sorry if you are a really big fan of Madonna and I made her character that way. Because I'm pretty sure Madonna is nothing like that and is actually a really nice person.