Remember The Time: An MJ Love Story

Part 19

Guess it's true, I'm not good at a one-night stand

But I still need love 'cause I'm just a man

These nights never seem to go to plan

I don't want you to leave, will you hold my hand?

Michael
Every good thing has it's ending right? Tomorrow, Sweets leaves to go back to Chicago and I'm still not ready to let her go. I literally just got my girl back. How can I let her leave again? It's not fair. Speak of the angel, she walks in holding a bag from KFC and two drinks.
"Babe, Bill is a damn fool! He almost killed us," she laughs, sitting beside me on the bed. I can't even look at her, I'm so sad.
"What's wrong," she asks, toying with my earlobe. She knows I love it when she does that, especially since she smells like KFC. I turn over to face her and put my head on her thigh.

"Talk to me, babe," she sighs, now stroking my hair.
I sigh myself before saying, "I don't want you to go tomorrow."
She pulls my face towards hers. Before I know it, her perfume, chap-stick, and Winter fresh gum all make their way into my mouth.

"But, I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere else tonight," she whispers against my lips. We decide on the movie "Rent." The last thing on my mind right now is singing along to "Seasons of Love," especially as hard as Kierra is. Hearing her jam to this song takes me back to the beginning of us; when this moment right here was just a midnight image I liked to replay to lull me to sleep.

"Hi. You must be Kierra," is all I can muster. Judging from the look in her eyes, she wasn't expecting to be late, but somehow, she knows I won't be upset.

Her voice dances on my ears as she apologizes for her tardiness. She's so...gorgeous.

She moves ever so gracefully into my hotel room. Her walk hypnotizes me because I can't bring myself to look away.

"So let's get down to business shall we," she calls, bringing me back into reality. I just nod and lead to her to the couch and loveseat to sit.

When I sit down, she pulls out a tape recorder and throws on a pair of reading glasses. The dark frames accentuate her big brown eyes. God, this girl is beautiful. I bite my bottom lip ready to get started.

"So Mr. Jackson--"

"Please call me Michael. Mr. Jackson makes me feel so old. I don't want to age before my time," I cut in.

That cute smile of hers resurfaces.

"Baby, pass me my soda, please," Kierra calls, cutting into my memories. Absent-mindedly, I reach over and grab her drink. "Thanks, hon," she kisses my cheek and goes back to her movie. Meanwhile, I go back to my thoughts.

"Hey Sw--" Oh God. If telling her I'm leaving wasn't hard before, it's going to be even harder to tell her when she's wearing that. It's just torture trying to tear my gaze away from her insanely amazing legs.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. I was with my friends," she explains. Could you explain why you're torturing me?!

"Don't worry about it. I've got to tell you a lot," I finally get out my system.

"Shoot." I take a deep breath as I take both her hands in mine.

"Okay, first. I've had a blast hanging out with you these past couple of days. And I'm happy I made you my girlfriend," I start.

She giggles.

"You know us kissing is plastered across every newsstand in the country right," she asks, smiling.