Bad ➰Michael Jackson

Part 5

For my favorite girl. Rest in Peace Prince. I love you baby.

Part 5

               At first Daryl seems reluctant at her suggestion but with a bit of prodding, he relents. As it was going on twelve o'clock, it usually wouldn't be the right time to sit still but with the muggy atmosphere of New York and the left over rain puddles of the early morning rain, it was enough for them to claim laziness. It was also Saturday so that was really reason enough. Leaving Daryl in the kitchen, she jogs to her room and throws on a black sweatshirt. She quickly brushes her teeth and yanks the scarf off of her head, revealing her straight brown locks.

Before she leaves the bathroom, she adds mascara to her lashes and a random pair of pink socks to her feet. On the way back to the kitchen, she opens the hall closet and takes out the big blue blanket. She walks back into the kitchen.

"Do you want some popcorn? We have the extra buttered kind." Shaka holds the big blanket in her arms, the cloth trailing behind her.

Daryl gives a slight shrug of his shoulder. "I'm not exactly hungry. You don't have to trouble yourself for me."

"Okay. Let's go to the living room." She turns on her heel, trusting him to follow her. He does, she hears his feet softly padding behind her.

In the living room, she throws the big blanket on the couch and moves over to the television set. "Any preferences?"

"No. Anything is fine."

"Good, 'cause I was gonna pick what I wanted anyway." There was a short silence and she turns to smile at him, letting him know she was joking.

"Funny." He says making her laugh outright. After the set comes to life she hooks the right cables up, slipping the tape into the vcr when the blue screen comes on. As the previews blinks on, she stands up and turns to face Daryl who was still standing by the couch. He wasn't looking exactly...comfortable.

"You can just take a seat on the couch. I'll be right back." She says as he nods his head.

Back in the kitchen, she pops two bags of popcorn in the microwave and pours two tall glasses of red Koo-Laid. Balancing the glasses in her hands and the bowl of popcorn in the crook of her arm, she ambles back into the living room. Setting the objects down on the table, she closes the curtains, making the room much darker and picks up the remote to the television.

Shaka looks at Daryl and notices that he sat down like she suggested and was watching her move around the room silently. She walks over to the couch and sits down beside him, burrowing underneath the covers. She holds the right side of the blanket out to him.

"Here, we're sharing." She says, shaking the cover lightly. He grabs at the offered cloth and goes to put it over his legs.

"Wait, you can take your jacket and stuff off."

"Oh right." Daryl gives an embarrassed chuckle. He takes off his coat, revealing his blue button up and his white undershirt, black jeans that fit his form so well. His body was slim, astonishing her once more.

He sets it on the end of the couch, then leans down and kicks off his shoes, showing his bright white socks. As he settles back, she leans forward and grabs the popcorn bowl, placing it on her lap.

Daryl shifts around for a moment before he's still. The screen lights up with the home page for the movie and she bounces a little as she sees it.

"Purple Rain?" Daryl questions lightly. "You must really love Prince."

She presses play, tossing some popcorn in her mouth. "Yup. What's not to love?"

"Some say he dresses like a woman."