To You, My Heart I Surrender [Michael Jackson Love Story]

Chapter 9: The date

"Hey pretty baby with the high heels on. You give me fever like I've never, ever known."
~ The Way You Make Me Feel

Warning:
Sexual references. Some people might find this chapter uncomfortable.

'Be ready for 7.30.'

The butterflies were dancing in my tummy as I stared down at the text. The screen soon went black indicating that it locked.

I was so nervous. I had nothing to wear. I actually didn't know what we were doing on this date- So finding a suitable outfit was near impossible.

My bed was covered in different clothing. Some of the clothes fell and scattered on the floor below my bed. There was not one dress or fancy outfit in there.

All I had in my closet were t-shirts, hoodies, skinny jeans and shoes. Granted, I did have high heels, but they were bought when I had a moment of madness. I didn't have skirts, dresses, or shorts. I didn't like my legs being on show.

I should have really thought this through before agreeing to this date.

I obviously had to improvise with what I had. I didn't have time to go shopping for a dress.

I grabbed my black skinny jeans that have small rips all the way up at them, my white top that went just passed my butt, and my black leather vest, and a pair of studded platform stilettos.

I was never really good with putting an outfit together, so, I had my fingers crossed that what I had on went.

I did light pink lipstick, smokey eyes, some mascara and curled my newly dyed blonde hair.

My hair was a light blonde with dark and light brown underneath. I dyed it so I could re-dye it blue/black.

I put on some bangles and a pair of black rose ear rings, I didn't really have jewellery. The most my jewellery went was rubber wristbands which mainly had band names on them.

Just as I was finishing up everything there was a knock on the door. I brushed off my outfit making sure that it was clean from any fluff.

I walked over to the door, my heels clicking with every step I took. I took hold of the door handle, took a deep breath and exhaled before opening it.

Handsome.

Michael wore a tuxedo and held a single rose in his hand. "I didn't know what flowers you like; if you like any." He said as he handed the rose to me. I smiled, "it's beautiful, Michael. Thank you."

He smiled in response. "You're beautiful. I like your hair, it suits you. Wow, I-I can't believe you're, you. I feel like I'm looking at a whole different person. You look really different without the black eye liner ringed around your eyes. Not that you're not beautiful with the black eyeliner, that suits you too. I'm just not used to you with this type of makeup on and stilettos; who are you and what have you done with sparky?"

I laughed, "I'm thinking the same, 'what have I done with sparky?' It's okay about the eyeliner, I'm still trying to get used to it too."

"Well, shall we?" He said a he held out his arm, I nodded, and hooked my arm around his.

"Where is the date going to be? Am I under dressed?" I asked as I started fussing over what I was wearing, "You're fine. Stop worrying." He said as he opened the car door and motioned for me to get in.

"How was your day," Michael asked cutting the silence. I turned from looking out the window to face him, "It was good, well, mostly good. I couldn't find an outfit to wear. Took me ages to try put this together," I said smiling, "what about your day?"