My Micheal Jackson

Chapter 8

Ciara POV

   I woke up around 7:05 and began getting ready. I decided to take a shower since I was sweating at rehearshal. I washed my hair with my new shampoo that smells like apples. When I was finished I did my hair. I to wear it out and straight. ''What to wear? What to wear?'' I asked myself. I finally decided on the best and only dredd I had after the one I went to the club in. It was a purple wavy dress with beautiful designs. I wore cute black sandals, lip gloss, mascara, and hoops. When I looked in the mirror I looked cute. Then my phone buzzed and I looked at the caller ID. It was Brad from the club that night. I ignored the call and deleted his number out my phone. I was drunk that night. I didn't really want to see him. I want to see Michael. Then I decided to draw a self-portrait of myself while I was waiting for him to come. Then Lala burst into my room. ''I can't believe you are going on a date with The Michael Jackson'' she said as she flopped down on my bed. ''I know. I can bearly believe it myself'' I said. Then I heard a car horn beep. I took it as it was Michael. ''Well, got to go. Be back around 11:00'' I said before I headed out the door. ''Don't have a sleep-over again'' I heard Lala shout behind me. I walked out of my apartment building and found Michael in jeans and a dressy shirt. When he saw me he smiled. ''Why didn't you tell me the attire was causal?'' I asked. ''I didn't think it mattered what you wear. You look beautiful in it anyway'' he said with a smirk. He sent butterflies through my stomach. I chuckled and ran back in the house. I changed into a black frilly skirt, with a sparkly white shirt, and sandals. Everything else I had on besides the dress is still on. I ran back outside and Michael smiled and held the door open for me and then got in. ''So, something came up with the restaraunt'' he said. 'So, we are going somewhere else?'' I asked. ''Yes. There is a restaurant on the beach and after we eat we could walk on the beach'' he said. ''Sounds good'' I said. ''So you know that our preformance is in two weeks....nervous?'' he asked. Now that I thought about it I kinda was and it was getting closer by the minute. ''Now that you said it...I am'' I admitted. He smiled. ''Did Deliah tell you that you have been chose to play the girl who is gonna dance with me when we preform Whose Loving You?'' he asked. I screamed. ''Mike, you just made me even more nervous''. ''Sorry. Just couldn't see myself doing it other than you''. I smiled and then we pulled up to the most beautiful beach in New York. There was only a table and two chairs on the beach and it was completly empty. ''You like?'' he asked as he opened the car door for me. I stepped out the car and smiled and nodded. I stood there in awe at the beautiful setting standing there before me. It was breath-taking. He grabbed my hand and led me to the table and chairs. Behind the table and chairs their was a shack where they must make the food. Michael led me over there and we sat down. This guy is impossible.........