Girlfriend

3. Lucky Charms

I woke up at around 5 in the morning because I felt my mom kiss my forehead before leaving for work. It felt nice knowing that she was gone. I had freedom. She wouldn't bug me with stupid questions or brag about or silver silverware.

I turned over and snuggled under my sheets. It was probably 79 degrees outside meaning it's the perfect lazy summer day. I could sit outside and listen to Chaka Kahn and then have lunch and then watch "Good Times" and then-

Ding dong!

What was that? Mom literally just left. She wouldn't ring the doorbell. I figured whoever it was would guess there's no one home and then leave.

Ding dong!

I sighed heavily and kicked the sheets off of me. This is not how I wanted to spend my morning.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong!!!

"Oh my goooossshhh!!!! I'm coming!!!" I screamed. I unlocked the door.

Michael was just about to ring the doorbell again when I answered. He smiled. "Hey," he said.

"It's like 5:30 in the morning," I replied apathetically.

"Is that too early?"

"What do you think?"

He rocked on his heels and shrugged. "I just came the moment I got up."

"Well, I can't send you back. Come in I guess."

He smiled and followed me inside. I really didn't think he would come back for me. I guess he's that bored.

"I'm going to have to ask you to hang out down here while I get dressed. Help yourself to anything really. I'll be back," I said tossing him a bag of chips.

"Take your time."

As I walked upstairs I started to regret this. It was weird. I gave him a bag of chips at five in the morning. That's not healthy.

I changed into a flowy open shoulder paisley top and flared jeans. I didn't want to keep Michael Jackson waiting.

Back downstairs, I found Michael on the couch tossing the chips up in the air. I didn't know what to do with him.

"Um...so what do you want to do?" I asked. "Are you hungry?"

"No, I'm fine. And whatever you have planned for today is okay with me."

Planned? I didn't even think about that.

"Oh yeah, planned. Um, I hope you like Chaka Kahn and 'Good Times'," I said.

"I'm always down for good music."

His eyes shifted to the floor when I sat next to him on the couch. This was as awkward as it looked. We didn't say anything for a while.

"Home alone?" he asked, clearing his throat.

"Yeah."

Silence.

"I really like your album," I said, earning a small smile. "It's great dancing music."

"Thanks. You dance?"

"Yeah. I do ballet."

Michael's eyes widened. "Ballet? That's beautiful! How long have you been doing that?"

"Oh, since I was like six or seven."

"Are you good?"

"Yeah, I guess. I'm not dancing for you so save your breath."