One Day In Your Life.

Expectations. (Michael's POV)

I immediately clamp my hand around her mouth as soon as I see her suspicion turn into shock. Her eyes widened, her lips started to quiver and goosebumps started forming on her tan skin. I realise now that she had seen a record sleeve of my brothers and I. Initially, I genuinely believed she wouldn't recognise me, but seeing that must have tipped the thought. Her warm breath dampens the underside of my hands, and her full pink lips brush against my skin lightly. Her beauty is unquestionable. Flowing, sandy blonde hair, smooth, light caramel skin and gorgeous, flirty green-blue eyes. It seems as though her whole physical being has been lightly kissed by the sun, giving her a summery, sweet essence that fiercely retains my attention. Her body is long and athletic, but petite and cute at the same time. She looks up at me, as we are a few cm's away from each other, and her eyes pierce into my soul, as if she is searching for something. I press my finger to my lips, and slowly release my gentle grip on her face. "Not.a.word." I whisper softly, as we search each other's eyes, and she nods hesitantly. Her long, thick lashes bat against her apple rosey cheeks, and I can't help but stare at her gorgeous self. Every subtle movement of her face and body is fluent and simply perfect, the way her knotty, beach hair falls on her narrow shoulders, everything is just gorgeous. Our faces remain locked on one another, and her coral lips part slightly. She gently wets her lips, causing them to glimmer gently in the neon light. We remain silent and still for a few minutes, basking in each other's presence. I can't imagine how hard she is trying not to freak out, but she's holding up pretty well, every time her lips quiver a bit too hard, my hand tenses in preparation to muffle her again. No one can be seen in our aisle, but that doesn't mean there are no other's here. If she blows it for me, I will never get back to my apartment in one piece, as I didn't bring my body guard, Kibb. "You're...y-you..you're M-M-M-Michael Jac-ckson-n...right?". Her quiet, feminine voice asks in a hush. The quivering has subsided, but her eyes are still peeled back in wonderment. I nod, staring right back into her eyes. I feel vulnerable, too exposed. I suddenly grasp her forearm and pull her along with me to the back of the shop, into the loading bay behind a big, thick plastic sheet. The air conditioning in the shop is nothing compared to the room we're in now, dark and filled with crates, boxes, palettes and forklifts. The cool air is almost too much, and that's saying something considering it's disgustingly boiling outside. We both hug ourselves tightly, her clutching her mango ice cream and magazine closely to her slightly revealed chest. Damn it Michael. Don't look there. Our teeth audibly jitter, and we both continue walking side by side until we reach a large, emergency exit door. I pull it open, straining against the weight it gives, and she quickly ushers through, me following closely behind. Her shorts are very flirty, barely covering her cute little...stop it Mike. She turns to face me and I jog to catch up to her side. We walk along a cool, shady alley filled with rubbish, scraps and crates, until we reach an opening in the street. She remains strangely calm and postured, almost as if she's forgotten who she is walking next to out the back of a general store with stolen ice cream and a rolling stone magazine. Not a single word has been spoken, and we just walk out onto the street, which is surprisingly much cooler as the sun sets over the glassy, smooth sea water. Seagulls caw in the distance, and a gentle breeze sways the gum trees and pleasantly caresses my skin lightly. Suddenly I stop, as does she, and we turn to face each other. We look at each other up and down, and she raises a brow, studying me. I shift uncomfortably as she continues, looking almost doubtful, as if she's questioning the authenticity of my stated identity. I let out a nervous chuckle to break the awkwardness, and she looks at my face, a massive smile squinting her eyes and puffing her adorable, pink cheeks. God, she looks like an angel. The sunset tinged her skin and hair with a gentle orange glow, and her teeth shine bright as she giggles loudly and girlishly through those cute, white and slightly crooked teeth. I giggle also, and soon we are both crying of laughter on the ground. Not the reaction I was expecting from her after this event, but never the less, it's broken the ice and I couldn't help but join in on her strange expression of either immense excitement or innocent playfulness. "YOUR'E MICHAEL JACKSON!!!" She yells violently through her tearful, maniacal laughter, as we kneel on the ground, crying and holding our stomachs. "I KNOW!!" I reply in the same way. We both continue to cackle as we lie on the footpath, staring at the orange, clear sky as our laughing fit subsides. We both sigh in exhaustion. My stomach feels tender and sore from the intense laughing possession I just endured. "You're Afro is way bigger in real life...".
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I had fun writing this chapter :D