One Day In Your Life

Movie Night

~The next Day~

I groaned and stretched myself in all directions possible, I turned my head and looked at the wall clock, 2 p.m.?

My attention turned to Michael who was still sleeping like a baby.
I smiled to myself and slightly poke his side.
He quickly moved away, "Hey stop...", he chuckled.
"Good morning", I smiled as I sat straight in the bed.
"Morning", he replied rubbing the sleep off his eyes, "What's time is it?".
"Already afternoon", I said brushing a strain of hair out of my face.
"This day is perfect to just hang out and relax, don't you think so?", I smiled looking out of the window.
"Yeah, true... let's do nothing but relax", he replied, "But I'm getting hungry".
"Pizza would be great", I grinned as I let myself fall back into the sheets rubbing my belly.

"Uh damn", I breathed grabbing a glass of water, "That's hot stuff".
"That's funny", Michael started laughing, "You're already crying".
"Yeah, I'm not used to eat hot... not like you Mister", I protested crossing my arms.

"Here drink this", he said gaving me a glass of milk, "It'll help to stop the burning in your throat",
"Thank you", I mumbled gulping almost the whole amount of milk down.

"And by the way", he said looking at me, "Have you heard of the new film that's running in the cinema?".
"Actually not, which one do you mean?", I asked taking the last sip of the milk.
"Child's play?".
"Isn't it the movie with that strange doll in it?", I asked confused.
"Yeah exactly", Michael smiled, "I'd like to watch it, and I want you to join me".
"Well, actually I don't like horror movies", I shrugged.
"Oh come on Diane... it's gonna be fun", his smile got even bigger.
"I don't know...", I mumbled.
I thought about it, but agreed at least.
I took a deep breath, "Ok why not", I said.
Michael immediately gave me a tight hug. "Thanks, you won't regret it".
Yeah I hope so, I thought smiling as respons.

It was just a short matter of time until we reached the cinema.
And the best thing was, we had almost the best seats in the whole room.

"Uhm Michael?", I said touching him with my elbow.
He was so focused on that movie and munching his popcorn that he didn't even moved.
"Michael", I hissed, a little louder than before.
"Mhm", he mumbled not even taking his eyes off the screen.
"Hey Michael... I'm talking to you", at least I'm trying.
"What is it?", he answered after a while.
"I don't like the movie", I replied, "That doll is scary as hell, can we go now?".
"No, I'm enjoying the movie", he smiled taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth.
"You don't even look at me", I protested.
"Come on Diane", he mumbled grinning, "It's just a movie".
He started to get on my nerves, so I left the cinema.
As he finally noticed it he followed me.

"What's the problem?", he giggled.
"That's not funny", I looked at him.
"You're scared", he started to laugh.
"No but I don't like it".
"You're scared", he whispered chuckling.

"Can we go home?", I pleaded.
"But the movie isn't over yet", he replied, "Please watch it with me 'til the end".
I sighed, "Fine", I breathed.
"You owe me something".
"Anything you want my dear", he smiled taking my hand as we went back to our seats.

"Still a worse film", I mumbled rolling my eyes.
Michael giggled and wrapped his arm around me until the movie was over.

"Before we go home, would you like to walk a little with me?", he asked as we walked past the doors into the cold night air.
"And where do you wanna go?", I answered pulling at the zipper of my hoodie.
"There's a park near the cinema, just a few minutes from here".
"Sure", I smiled.

As we strolled through the streets I looked up to the clear night sky with it's many stars, as I began to hum  a song.
Michael noticed it and looked at me, "One day in your life?", he asked.
"Yeah, it's my favorite song", I smiled soft taking his hand as we continued to walk.

We stopped at the little lake that was in the park too and sat ourselves down in the grass.
I noticed a feather right in front of us, I picked it up and stick it in Michaels hair.
"Oh you look nice", I giggled watching his confused face.
"Of course I do, I'm Michael Jackson", he said proud almost bursting out into laugher.
"Very self confident Mister Jackson", I chuckled.

The night past and we slowly made our way back home.
"It was a nice evening though, wasn't it?", he asked as I laid down in the bed next to him.
"It was, Michael", I smiled as he kissed my cheek.
"Goodnight sweetheart", he whispered as I fell asleep.