Remember The Time: An MJ Love Story

Part 9

Michael

I look at my watch one more time. She said she'd be here. What is taking her so long? Maybe this is a sign. It'll give me more time to deliberate how I'm going to tell her I'm going on a two year world tour and won't see her again until next January. She's going to hate me. The familiar sound of a car pulling up lets me know Kierra's here. Time to face to the music.

"Hey Sw--" Oh God. If telling her I'm leaving wasn't hard before, it's going to be even harder to tell her when she's wearing that. It's just torture trying to tear my gaze away from the way that skirt is hugging her.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. I was with my friends," she explains. Could you explain why you're torturing me?!

"Don't worry about it. I've got to tell you a lot," I finally get out my system.

"Shoot." I take a deep breath as I take both her hands in mine.

"Okay, first. I've had a blast hanging out with you these past couple of days. And I'm happy I made you my girlfriend," I start.

She giggles.

"You know us kissing is plastered across every newsstand in the country right," she asks, smiling. I nod.

"I was about to tell you the same thing. But, I have something I want to tell you." I bite my bottom lip as I look into her eyes. How do I say this? Maybe if I kiss her first, I'll have an answer. I lean forward, but she puts her hand on my chest.

"Quit stalling," She says. Crap.

"Kierra, I'm going on a two year world tour and I won't see you until January," I spit out. I stand back because I know she's about to explode.

"Two years," she says like the information hasn't sunk in yet. I nod slowly. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

"And you decided to tell me this now," She snaps. There goes that fiery spirit I've been seeing.

"I wanted to tell you earlier, but--" She scoffs and kicks sand.

"Please don't be mad at me," I plead, grabbing her hand and forcing her to look at me.

"How could you just not tell me something like this, Michael," she asks, "You just don't forget you're leaving for two years!" I look at my feet.

"I know and you're right. I should've told you, but we've had so much fun that I didn't want it to end," I explain. After she folds her arms, the weirdest thing happens next. I see a smile on her face.

"I'm a journalist," she says. Yeah she is, but what's that got to with anything?

As if she can read my mind, she explains, "I go around the world for years on end to get stories. Here I am, mad at you for just doing your job. At least you're bringing some joy somewhere in the world." She scoffs and shakes her head. That's when I grab her waist and pull her close to me.

"You bring joy to my world," I smile. Cheesy, I know, but it's true. Whenever someone mentions a beach, my mind instantly goes to Kierra. She's unpredictable just like the waves and I like that about her. Her beautiful smile comes back.

"I'll miss you," she sighs, wrapping her arms around my neck. That makes me smile. I don't tell her I'll miss her too because I'm sure she already knows. I just kiss her instead. Something about this about kiss is different. Don't get me wrong, its just as good as our other ones, but this one is a little more... steamy.

"When are you leaving," Kierra asks in between kisses.

Pulling her even closer to me, I manage to get out, "Tonight." I kiss her deeper causing to her groan.