Fall Again *Michael Jackson Love Story*

The Perfect Night

He walked back into the small living room from the smaller kitchen area and sat beside me on the couch. 

"So what movie should we watch.?" Michael kindly asked me.

I just shrugged and said "I dunno..." I'm not a big movie person, but with him, I'd watch a five hour movie.

"Maybe we can just listen to music.?" He suggested.

Music sounded good.

"Perfect. Pizza and music." I laughed.

He chuckled with me. 

"So, what should we listen to.?" 

Really.?! Ugh. Why are there so many choices of everything.?!

"Hmm... Maybe some originals.?" I smirked at him. 

"No, no.." He blushed a bit. 

It may be hard to believe, but Michael is very shy. 

"Why not.?! How about Billie Jean or Thriller.?" Two of my many favorites.

"Because, I'd rather appreciate other musicians work than my own."

That made me melt into a pool of respect. 

That was a beautiful statement. 

"Here, I have some jazz discs we  can listen to." He said, pulling out some records.

"Oooh." It sounded so lovely and... romantic almost. 

And it was perfectly timed too. 

As soon as the music began to play, the doorbell rang.

Michael swung the door open gently and warmly greeted the pizza delivery man. 

"Okay... here you go." He said as he pulled cash out of his pocket. "Thank you." He placed the box into his left hand, began to shut the door and said, "Have a nice night.! Keep the change." And he shut the door fully.

"Pizza time.!" He cheerfully said, dancing into the kitchen. 

He placed one plain slice on one plate, and did the same to another. 

He happily walked over to me and handed me a dish. 

Then he sat on the floor. 

"Come on, come join me.!" His voice was so adorable. 

"Why on the floor.?" I questioned.

"It's cozier down here.!" He patted the empty space next to him. 

"Fineeee." I said, peeling off the couch and onto the hardwood floor beside him.

The night was perfect. 

Jazz.
Pizza.
Dim lights.
Me and him.
Couldn't ask for better. 

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It was about 2:46am when I woke up, realizing my head was on Michael's chest. 

He was layed down on the floor, sleeping heavenly.

I lifted my head up gently and squeezed his hand. 

Then I rose up from the floor and gathered my things. 

I grabbed a napkin from the table and a pen from the drawer and wrote "thank you for a beautiful night. I couldn't have asked for better. It was perfect. xoxo Natalie". 

I placed the note on the counter right next to the sink, and hurried out quietly. 

I walked down the dimly lit hallway to the elevator. 

Down I went to room 264. 

I carefully unlocked it and snuck into the room where Jaime lay asleep on one of the beds. 

I tossed my bag onto the couch and threw myself upon my bed.

If I could relive any night, it'd definitely be this one. 

After thinking about what happened that night for a good ten minutes, I lightly closed my eyes, and dreamed.