One Day In Your Life.

Special Place. (Indie's POV)

We run to the end of the wooden platform meeting the sandy trail of the island. My eyes are focused straight ahead, determined to beat my competition. In primary school, I was extremely fast, always winning at sports days and competitions, but it seems I've met my match.
I pump my arms hard and fast, feeling the cool ocean wind blow behind me, our springing feet plodding against the boardwalk as the finish line nears. My hair bounces against my shoulders, my face becomes cool with sweat.
I feel my heart pound in my chest, my blood rushing with adrenaline and adventure. I feel my feet begin to slow down, but Michael's only seem to get faster.
He sprints ahead, his big hair bouncing joyfully in the air as he runs like an athlete, his long legs moving him ford at an incredible speed and power, his arms stiff and in place, moving back and forth. He hunches forward as he runs, almost seemingly to reach as far as he can before he loses balance.
I slow down to a jog as we meet the end, puffing and rasping, hands on my knees as I look into his eyes, laughing between breaths. He giggles, somewhat unfazed by the race, and walks over to me, wrapping a long, beautiful arm around my shoulder compassionately.
"Nice try, Indie." He says jokingly, making me smile.
"Whatever, Mike." I say, giving him a peck on the cheek. He blushes and smiles childishly, eliciting the cutest expression I've ever seen. Our hands intertwine as we begin waking up the sandy path surrounded by saltbushes and sand dunes, rocks and trees. The sky begins glowing a peach pink, casting it's heavenly lights across the terrain.
"Where is this place you're bringing me to?" Michael whispers, as if someone is listening, or to keep from piercing the tranquility.
"Not far, but we have to hurry, I don't wanna miss the sunrise."
Michael nods as we smile happily to each-other. God, he's so beautiful. His skin, so smooth and dark, his eyes, so big and round and full of wonder...I could go on. He's just perfect and beautiful in every single way possible. I can't begin to describe this young man.
Michael Jackson.
I still won't forget that he's Michael Jackson. I've just...he just seems so normal and down to earth, it hasn't crossed my mind much. I'm not gonna dwell on it. I know if I do I will become more freaked out by the minute. I wonder what everyone would think if they knew.
We walk through the path, twisting and turning among the native vegetation, hearing the gulls caw on the beach, the water slamming onto the shore, the leaves and bushes waving in the breeze. It's so beautiful out here. My mum and I used to spend every Saturday evening here, always bringing a basket of sandwiches and orange juice, and just sit here, admiring the sunset. Sometimes we'd bring blankets and sleep on a hot night.
As I grew, and mum started working harder, we became more distanced. I wasn't her little bub anymore, and she wasn't my mummy. She became mum, and I became Indie. Nothing more and nothing less.
I've never brought anyone out here, but Michael.
He's special, and I trust him more than anything. Even though I've only known him for 24 hours. Something about him makes me feel like I can tell him my deepest secrets, confide in and reveal my biggest flaws, give him my heart.
I want to give him my heart, and I want his.
We walk hand in hand, the sun dangerously edging the water. We push a few bushes out of the way, and come to a sandy, grassy clearing, with a campfire, table and chairs and memories.
So many memories.
I haven't been here in over a year, and it still looks the same. I lead Michael over to a spot on the grass, and urge him to sit down. He looks at me suspiciously.
"Close your eyes." I whisper playfully.
"No peeking!" Michael cutely pouts his lip and nods as he tightly squeezes his eyes shut.
I walk over to a large rock, and push it over firmly to reveal a deep hole in the ground, filled with a large wooden crate. Mum and I hid blankets and pillows here, with board games and snacks that have probably gone off by now.
Ya never know, though,
I bend down and grip the side handles, heaving it up out of the cool dirt and stumbling over to Michael, grunting in slight pain at the heaviness and difficulty of carrying the heavy crate. I plop it down next to him, making him jump slightly as he smiles. He sits cross legged, hands in lap like a young student, making me shake my head and giggle at his innocence. I unlock the code on the crate, hearing the familiar metal chink as I turn the number dials.
3-2-3-9-8-7-1
It pops, and I lift the heavy lid.
"Almost done. Keep em shut."
"Oookayy."
He replies impatiently.
I pull the closet smelling picnic rugs and pillows out, and Kay them on the ground. I like on the thick rugs, forming a bed type picnic blanket. I look at the bottom of the box, with playing cards and a few packets of fruit chews. I examine the packet, only to notice that it's over a year old. I toss the, back in, grimacing.
Michael leans his head on his arm, looking rather bored. I walk being him and pull under his arms, bringing him to stand. I guide him over to the setup, and sit him down, facing a clearing in the bushes allowing us to see the sunset over the ocean at a perfect angle.
"Open Michael."
He gasps loudly, leaning forward and staring wide eyed at the impressive view. I smile proudly and sit beside him on the comfy, soft quilts, thick enough to be a mattress.
"Pretty cool, huh?"
"Yeahhhh." Michael whispers in bewilderment. I smile approvingly, and lean my head on his shoulder, comfortable and warm. Michael wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer. I feel the heat of his body press against mine, making me feel so special and loved.
His tender hand softly strokes my arm, making me tingle slightly. Michael leans on back on his other arm as I rest my hands on his chest, falling into him. I nuzzle my face into his shoulder, smelling of sweet, masculine cologne and the naturally beautiful scent Michael carries.
We both watch the sunset over the smooth, blue glassy ocean. A few gulls fly effortlessly in the air, complimenting the godly beauty of the scene. Michael lays back, making it more comfortable for both of us. I snuggle into his chest as he caresses my skin.
"It's so beautiful Indie. It reminds me of you."
His soft, angelic voice rings in my ears pleasantly, a sound I never get tired of hearing.
I smile happily into the material of his shirt, and gently caress his chest, pressing my fingers softly into his muscular flesh.
"Same goes, Mikey."