Forever and a Half || Michael Jackson

Chapter Twenty-Four - Something

Chapter twenty-four - Something

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-The following Sunday-

I'm so curious right now, I tell you. It's the middle of the afternoon, and today is the day Michael and I are supposed to be going on our date. Knowing he's organising it, it'll probably be a visit to the fields, perhaps with a slight twist, so ... why haven't we left already? That's the part I'm curious about. Surely it's just the fields ... right?

"Are you going to tell me anything?" My confusion gets the better of me, as I prod Michael's chest somewhat violently, yet with every intention of being playful, "I mean, it's just a little trip to the fields, right?"

He has a smirk on his face, which gives me the impression that he doesn't plan on revealing anything any time soon, "You know Cit, you could easily just wait until we go on this date?" He wrinkles his nose, his smirk dissolving into a grin as he presses his hand against the small of my back, gently pushing me towards the direction of the stairs, "But if I were you, I would get all fancy now. Oh! But keep it somewhat casual; wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable now, would I?"

Furrowing my eyebrows, perplexed, I make my way upstairs, arriving at my room shortly after. So, all I know so far is that the dress code is smart but casual, and that he doesn't want me to be uncomfortable for this date. That really tells me nothing – it has to be the fields. There's simply no other place I can think of within a short distance from here.

Oh well ... I'll just make myself look presentable, anyway.

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Up to now, I know a few more things about the date –we're leaving to go there at 5:30pm; it's somewhere we've both been to before; and the more silly thing he mentioned – the place has a floor. Why he bothered to tell me that, I'll never know; every place has a floor. It's not like we're going to go parachute jumping for our date, is it?

Anyway, I've prettied myself up, which is a rare occasion for me. If it was just a normal trip out with Michael, I would be making a lot less effort, but it's a date – my first one in years, I might add. Hence, I'm wearing a flowery dress that comes just above my knees, sparkly flats, and a little flower in my hair to match the dress. I'd like to think I look nice ... I just hope Michael has made a little effort, too.

With a little spritz of perfume just for fun, I come to the conclusion that I'm ready. It's currently 5:23pm, meaning there's only seven minutes until we leave, and honestly? I'm excited for this. It's also a little scary, in a weird sort of way – by the end of the night, we could either be a couple, or back to just best friends.

It's then that I hear a knock on the door; it's probably Michael. Why am I now suddenly feeling nervous? Why am I now suddenly feeling like I don't look okay? Why am I suddenly feeling as if he's going to disapprove of what I'm wearing? Why am I suddenly feeling—?

"Cit? Are you ready?" Michael's voice calls through the door, interrupting my many questions.

My breath catches in my throat a little, "I-I—um, almost." I swallow to get my voice back again, "Almost ready. You go downstairs; I'll be there in a second okay?"

"Okay." Moments later, I hear his footsteps lead downstairs, giving me a little freedom.

Maybe my many self-doubting questions are a result of inexperience. I mean, it's been years since I've had to do this; I've pretty much forgotten how all of it works. I just want it to be perfect; I really like Michael – more than just a friend – but if something happens badly tonight, it could ruin it all, which I really don't want.