Cause you're the one for me.

*PART9*

I stuffed everything in the closet as soon as I got home. I took all the dirty clothes and thrusted them inside the washing machine. Coconut slyly started to walk round the kitchen , smelling the spaghetti Sauce I was preparing.

" no get down" I hissed as she held her paw out. I stirred and licked my lips appreciatively, while keeping an eye on the clock. It was nearly 9 and I haven't even got ready. I gently pushed coconut out the way and started to head towards my room when the door rang. I froze, paralysed even. Shit- shit shit.

I crept up quickly to the mirror and frantically sorted out my hair, putting it into a messy bun. I composed my baggy white shirt checking to see if there were any stains from the tomato sauce I was preparing. I quickly wiped my sweaty hands clean on my shorts before turning the door knob , my hand shaking at every turn.

3 huge men stood in front of me dressed in all black , wearing dark coal shades while analysing me, their faces so straight and so serious. Straight lines appeared on their forehead as they all frowned.
" You Liliana" The tallest one on the right said. He had this huge deep voice that nearly taken me back.
" yeaaah" i squeaked, backing up bit, my hand still grasping tightly on the door knob. I tried to look past them or see who else was with them.
My heart drooped like a flower. I guess there really was no Michael Jackson.

" Guys wait she's my sunflower"
A guy gently edged passed the tallest one in the middle. He was quite tall 5'9 I suppose, but he was skinny , his beautiful soft caramel skin gleaming underneath the light. He had his long bony fingers gripping his belt. He was wearing a purple shirt,blue trouser, polished loafers, white socks and a fedora to complete his signature look.
There were a few curls that unraveled in the front of his flawless face. His pointy nose, his smooth pink lips and then these unimaginable dark pair of brown eyes.
" Hi " he smiled, revealing row of gleaming white perfect teeth.
From that moment , the sound of his soft voice, I knew he was Michael Jackson.