Remember The Time: An MJ Love Story

Part 11

Kierra

I've been to almost every country in the world. I've also flown to each place. One thing that never fails is my serious fear of flying. Airplanes scare every bit of courage out of me. 

Why did I dive into this thing knowing every time we hit a bit of turbulence, I'd scream out, "Fuck it all! We're gonna die! We're gonna die!" The things we women do for our men. I'm twirling my hair around my finger and silently praying we're don't hit more turbulence. Beside me, I hear soft giggling. I turn my head around to see a baby with the most cutest grin, waving at me. She's absolutely precious with her big brown eyes and welcoming smile. 

"Hey there, little one," I greet, waving back at her. She burst into a small shriek and then into a fit of giggles. A baby's laugh is so hard not to join in with and before I know it, we're having a giggle fest right beside each other. Pretty soon, all of First Class is laughing up a storm. All because of this sweet little thing beside me. It even made me forget my fear of flying. Speaking of flying, The pilot came on announcing arrival in fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes until I hit LAX. Fifteen minutes until I come face- to-face with Michael. Every time I think about that small tidbit of information, a chill seeps down my spine. When those dreamy brown eyes and that insane smile fall into my mind, my insides turn straight into mush. I missed him so much, I even packed the shirt he left me. I just needed him to be close to me, even if it's just a shirt! I start to bounce my leg. Hurry up, airplane. I've got a boyfriend to kiss! Finally, finally, finally, the plane touches the runway and halts to a stop. I'd be lying if I say my carry-on bag wasn't on me faster than a tick on a fat dog. I've waited too long to see my boo.

Michael

"So do you guys think? Should I get her Roses or Peonies," I ask Bill. My girl is flying in today. So yes, I'm out shopping for some flowers for her. In disguise of course. Bill looks at each of the flowers. "Does she like pink," he asks. That makes me grin.

"It's her favorite color. She says it makes her think of springtime. But then again, she says yellow makes her think of sun rising. She did say something about or---"

"Michael," Bill cuts in. Man, I must be overthinking for Bill to call me by my actual name. I'll just settle on the Roses. They are a lovely shade of pink. I hope Sweets like them and I can't wait to here my favorite three word greeting:

Hey there stranger

By now, I'm halfway into Neverland's driveway. At any moment, Sweets is due to call or show up or do something. I walk in the door and see my second favorite female waiting for me.

"Dunk," I exclaim, hugging her. I have missed Janet like crazy. With her working on her album and me touring, we haven't been able to be in the same building. So this unexpected visit was so sweet of her to do.

"Hey Mike. Aww, did you buy those flowers for me," she asks. Flowers?  I look over my shoulder and find Bill standing there holding the pink Roses. I shoot her a sly grin and shake my head. Her eyes twinkle as she realizes it.

"What's her name?"

Before I even can open my mouth, my cell phone rings. I go to pick it up, trying to hide my grin.

"Hello?"

"Hey there stranger," she greets. I hear her giggle.

"Hey girl. By all that giggling, you better be California by now. " I hear Janet snickering behind me.

"Oh, so she's coming to see you now? I really want to meet her now," she laughs. I want to tell her to shut her face, but I'm on the phone. So instead, I pick up a pillow and throw it at her. "Quiet, Dunk," I whisper. And wouldn't you know it, Kierra, with her super-hearing says,

"Dunk? You mean Janet? She's there? Oooohhh, tell her I said hi." I don't believe it. My girlfriend is fan-girling over my sister. Sweets is going nuts all in my ear.

"I've always wanted to meet your sister. She is a boss. The ultimate boss. And she's pretty. Please let me meet her, Michael. Don't kill my dream. Let me--"

"Kierra," I cut in, "Chill. Jeez, girl. No wonder you're a journalist. You can talk someone's ear off and not even know it." It's my turn to get a pillow thrown at me. I turn around and face Dunk. "What," I mouth. She just rolls her eyes at me and shakes her head. Meanwhile, Sweets is back to laughing again.

"Sorry, baby. I just got a little excited. But, anyway, I have to put my stuff in my room and shower. I'll see you later. Lo-- I mean, uh, bye Michael," she tells me. What was she about to say? Oh, well. I'll ask her when she gets here.

"Bye, Sweets." I hang up my phone and flop on my couch. Then I feel Janet poking my side.

"Quit it," I groan, swatting her hand away.

"Spill it. Tell me who 'Sweets is. I heard you say her name, 'Kierra'. Tell me all about her. Everything. Don't leave out a single detail," She retorts. Boy, those two are gonna get along just fine. They're pretty persistent when they really want something. I stick my tongue out at Janet. She just pokes me again. And again. And again. And again.

"Tell me," she groans.

"Fine! I'll tell you. Get comfortable because it's a long story." I adjust myself so I'm facing her. She grins wide.

"Don't you leave out a single thing either."

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Kind of bleeeehhh, I know. And I'm sorry it took so long to update. Writer's block is a bitch, you know? But anyway, that's Part Six. I hope you guys are enjoying so far. Because Chapter Seven it's going down. (I'm yelling Timber!) So if you liked the story, but don't have anything to say, vote for me. If you liked it and you do have something to say, comment. If you wanna make me happy, do both. Please. I'm begging you. Naaahh, I'm joking. Love ya Loves ----SimplyKayJay----