Remember The Time: An MJ Love Story

Part 2

Michael

"Yeah, I'm needed in Los Angeles, so I decided to take you with me," I say, looking at her.

She looks out the window, at her nails, then finally at me. For an instant, I'm afraid she'll say no.

"I'm not usually this type of girl, but since I love LA and I love the friendly skies, let's fly," she smiles, grabbing my hand.

Her heels are kicked halfway across the room. Things got a little heated so I threw my shirt on the floor. Her high pitched squeals of excitement echo throughout the room. Usually I wouldn't do this on a date, but she's different. I normally don't let women into this side of me, but she managed to make me let loose. I let out a groan of complete defeat. Man, she was good. Better than anyone else I've met.

"Mileena wins, fatality," the commentator announces.

"BOOM! I told you, Michael. You didn't know what you were getting into when you handed me that controller," She cheers, dancing around the living room. I've got to admit, I didn't think she was that good at Mortal Kombat. I didn't even know she knew what it was until her whole face lit up when she saw I had it.

"Okay, one match. Doesn't mean you're a pro, girl," I laugh, walking behind her.

"Really? I beat you with Kitana, Sonya, and Mileena," She calls. Then she points to herself and mouths, "Pro."

She's had me laughing ever since we boarded the plane. Grabbing some popcorn, I say, "So tell me about yourself. Ya know, other than the fact that you're a Mortal Kombat pro."

"I don't drink," she says. Quickly, I turn my head in her direction.

"Really? A journalist who deals with shocking stories, bratty celebrities, and dangerous territories doesn't turn to a glass of wine after a long day," I ask.

She shrugs, "I just try to avoid alcohol altogether."

"I still want to get to know you," I confess.

She takes a deep breath before saying, "Well I'm originally from South Carolina. I've loved cameras, finding out new information, and I'm quick on my feet. I love to laugh. And to me, there's better than a rainy day and a good movie on Lifetime."

So she likes to keep it simple. Before I can ask her anything else, her phone rings. She takes a look at her phone then back me.

"Do you mind if I take this? It shouldn't take that long," I can see by the look in her eyes that it's someone she really doesn't want to talk to.

"Yeah, go ahead." I watch her image get smaller as she disappears out the door.

Kierra

"I'm busy. Why the hell are you calling me," I ask Jordan.
Imagine an ex who cheated still wanting your attention! He's some nerves of steel because this is grade-A bullshit.

"Where are you," he replies.

I scoff and respond, "Out. On a date. With a guy. Any more questions?"

I can't believe him. The time he did have me, he took me for granted. Now here I am, out with someone else, and he's aggravating me. He can literally go to hell in high waters.

"Can you at least tell me who this guy is," he asks. I look in the door and see Michael trying to catch popcorn in his mouth. I giggle and knock on the door. He turns to face me with his incredible smile.

"Five more minutes," I mouth. Nodding, he puts another piece in his mouth.

"Whoever this guy is, he doesn't know whose woman he's with," Jordan cuts into my thoughts. Since when did I become "his"? Maybe he still doesn't get it.