Butterflies- A Michael Jackson story

"Bad dreams" - Chapter 19

Saga's POV

Michael sits in front of me, his hands clasped together on the table. I look around in the restaurant, i've never been here before. There's low music playing making me feel relaxed. Music has that effect on me. I look over at Michael but can't keep my laugh in as I see his mustache.

"Sorry I'm not going to be able taking you seriously with that thing on" I laugh

"I'm used to it" he giggles

The waitress soon comes and gives us the menus. To my relief she doesn't seem to notice that it's Michael Jackson that she's currently serving. I didn't want her too, I wanted to spend time with him privately without anyone watching.

Michael and I both start looking through the menus. Milkshakes, pancakes, waffles, bacon. I'm never going to make up my mind, everything seems so good.

"Why did you take me here?" I ask him as I glance through the menu

"I like the food here, and there's usually not so many people here so I thought that we could sit in private" He says calmly

"Oh god I'm not gonna' be able to make up my mind" I laugh to which Michael giggles a little.

I watch him go through the menu, his black curls falling over his sunglasses. His beauty shines through, even with that big awful mustache on.

The waitress comes back to take our orders. She is really pretty, her brown skin really standing out among the the pastel colors in the restaurant.

"Would you like to order something?" She says with a beautiful raucous voice. The voice really suiting her appearance with cropped black hair and a golden rose ring.

"Yes I would like the pancakes and a chocolate milkshake" Michael politely says

The waitress writes his order down and looks at me. I panic when I realize I didn't make up my mind, I was too busy looking at Michael.

"Euhm I will take the same" I quickly say feeling the stares of her and Michael. The waitress writes it down before walking away.

"So tell me something about yourself" Michael says encouraging while looking at me.

"Like what?" I say doubtfully frowning my eyebrows. There's nothing interesting about me so I have no idea what to say. I see him think for a few seconds before he says "Like why did you get your anxiety attack the other day?"

Oh god, why can't he forget about that.

"I can't tell you" I say looking down on my hands.

"Because you don't trust me?" he says sounding slightly hurt

"NO" I burst out a little too quickly making him giggle. "I mean i do trust you, but you're just going to think that I'm weird if I tell you" I add. I feel his gaze on me.

"I wouldn't think that you are weird" he says

"Yes you would" I convince him

"Well, If you tell me why you got anxiety I can tell you a secret i've never told anyone" he says. I can see him smirking under his mustache.

"No come on that's not fair" I exclaim laughing. He's so mean, blackmailing me. He obviously must know that i'm literally dying to get to know a secret he hasn't told anyone else.

"It's very fair" He says smiling

We get interrupted in our conversation when the waitress comes back with our ordered food. It looks delicious and I take a sip of the milkshake. It's probably one of the best things i've ever drank.