So it's like 4:30 in the morning and i had to write this chapter again because i can't get the rest back off my old computer, so please don't hate me if it's rubbish. L.O.V.E *****SORRY FOR GRAMMAR AND SPELLING MISTAKES! I'm to tired to edit it*****
"Hi How do you feel? "said the cheerful voice of Michael on the phone, Lizzie still felt really weak, but just hearing the voice of Michael felt she was able to run three times a marathon
"Much better, thank you Michael for calling and also the flowers, but seriously you should not pay the hospital bill, I want to pay you back the money...
"Not at all" Michael said interrupting her. Lizzie felt a shift in the heart, the King of Pop knew her name
"Lizzie have a nice day, gotta go, bye-bye" Michael said.
And there, there had been a second chance to talk to him, tell him everything and more. Lizzie was sad but had more of a reason to be happy.
Lizzie left the hospital and went straight to his department had no intention of talking to anyone, so she arranged some business of her work and the day went as fast as the day began.
Without news of James and his annoying fiancee Angela, Lizzie went to sleep. She dreamed that Michael and she were sitting on the couch in front of a warm fireplace, talking from dusk until dawn ...
She awoke from this warm dream, the doorbell rang, rang, who could be at that time? Lizzie took off the covers and looked at the clock on the bedside table, it was five am, she got out of bed and went barefoot to the speaker:
"Who is it? ¿James, is it you? " she asked yawning
"No, I'm Michael, I have a low surprise for you, 'he said, was indeed the voice of Michael, but what was he doing there? How had your address?"
Wondering all of this, she popped the stairs of the building, opened the front door and went out, looked at both sides of the avenue and saw nothing, on the other side of the avenue a big, shiny motorcycle, it was undoubtedly a Harley along the motorcycle a man took off his helmet ...
"Lizzie! Your jacket!" Michael shouted. Was it a joke? , Is the biggest star of all time had come just to give you her jacket? Did he like motorcycles?
"Wow, Michael, this is such nice detail" Lizzie told totally bewildered what she was supposed to do in such situations?
"Want a ride?" He said smiling as normal, as he was inviting her an ice cream.
"Michael Is not it dangerous? " Lizzie said crossing her arms against the cold.
"Not at this time, too early, is still dark, and with the helmet no one would see me" Michael said as he gave Lizzie a helmet and helped her putting on the jacket.
Michael got on the motorcycle, Lizzie got behind him, Michael asked her to grab him strong, she hugged him as hard as she could, she surcharged her headon his shoulder, her hands touched the chest of Michael, she could feel the vibration of his body, Michael removed the brake of his motorcyle and started the trip.
Lizzie did not know where they were going, but that she did not mind she could cross the entire country on a motorcycle with Michael, although Lizzie did not like them at all or anything that was speeding, the accident of their parents would be forever in her memory.
"Michael, please go more slowly" Lizzie said as loud as she could. But Michael did not seem to hear it, he turned around the street, then they were on the avenue, then he took another turn, another street, he another turn around, buildings and trees roared past Lizzie could barely tell them apart, she laughed, she did not know for sure if she was laughing out of fear, nervousness or happiness, maybe it was a bit of all three, no doubt was completely happy.
Michael stopped, stood before her apartment, was beginning to dawn, the sun was on the horizon. Michael took off his helmet and got down the bike, he helped Lizzie to take their helmet off and they were so close to each other, Michael could smell the lovely Lizzie´s hair, look closely at her skin, her scent was intoxicating, but he noticed that he had to leave immediately.
I hope you enjoyed the ride Lizzie, so now I gotta go, Michael said giving her a kiss on the cheek, her lips were soft, she won´t find never the words to describe what she felt at that time,it was as if a electric current passed through his body.
"Michael do you want to come in? Then we can talk ..."Lizzie asked, trying not to appear too eager.
