Rock With You: A Love Story

the silver dress

Belle's POV

The credits fall down the screen.
That was a good movie, I think? I have to admit, we didn't do much watching.
We slowly get up and make our way out of the cinema.
That room was so cozy and warm, it felt like our little world; no one could disturb us.
We get into the lobby of the cinema and I feel Michael stop walking, as my hand is no longer holding his beside me.
"Wait, Bel." He says, pulling out the time plan again.
I laugh at him, "What's next, Mr Jackson?" I feel like I'm on the best school trip of my life.
"Well today class." Michael says in a funny accent, looking round pretending there's a group of people stood around him. I throw my head back in laughter.
And on top of all his perks, he's also hilarious. How does he even exist?
"Shopping!" He screams at the top of his voice, throwing his hands in the air, forgetting we are in a cinema.
"Michael!" I yell/whisper looking around to see the other people in the room staring at us. I grab his stretched arms and pull them down.
"Do you want to get noticed?" I say giggling.
He doesn't answer, he just laughs. Sex to my ears, I tell you.
We get back in the beloved limo that waited for us outside, and Michael tells the driver what street to head to.
It just sounds like numbers to me. Like I said, I grew up in little Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.
The door shuts behind us as Michael crawls down the sofa towards me. He flops onto his back, his head on my lap, his legs stretched out.
I play with his hair, intertwining it in my fingers. I admire his beauty, as he lays with his eyes shut.
"You're not falling asleep on me, are you?" I say softly.
"No, baby. Just relaxing." He says gently. He then opens his eyes to look up at me.
"Baby...thats a new one", I say with a small smile, "I like it."
He raises his hand to touch my hair and copies what I'm doing, running it through this fingers. He then pulls my head down to his, as he kisses me passionately.
God, I've fallen head over heels for this man.
He then pulls back from the kiss, much too soon. He strokes my cheek gently with the back of his hand, while looking at me admiringly. I felt like I could melt into a puddle.
"I like you." He whispers.
"I like you more." I say, scrunching up my nose, smiling.
He shakes his head, his curls falling all into his face. I chuckle and brush them away from his face.
He shakes his head again, covering his face...again.
"Noo, I want to see you're face." I whine, pulling his curls to the side.
He smiles and puts his hands over his face, still laying on my lap.
"What's wrong, babe?" I say, concerned.
I hear crying noises emerge from beneath his hands. My heart has never felt so much sadness from a sound.
"Michael?" I say, tapping his hands gently.
His body begins to shake, when I realise. He's laughing.
"Michael!" I say laughing, pushing him away.
He sits up next to me, in hysterics.
"You think you're so funny, don't you." I said trying to hold back my laughter.
He looks at me, "I am funny, what do you mean?" He says, raising his eyebrows. He does a face like he's about to cry.
"No, not again!" I said, bursting out laughing, so does he.
"You can dance, sing, act...what can't you do?" I say gazing at him.
He looks deep in thought.
"Wow, you're so talented even you can't think of something." I scoff.
"I'm bad at getting over things, and knowing what's too much. With people. If I really like someone, ie. you" He says, I blush. "I don't know how far I can show it without them thinking I'm obsessed or weird."
I wasn't expecting a genuine response, but I'm glad he felt comfortable enough round me to respond the way he did.
"Well." I say, moving onto Michael, sat with my legs either side of him and our faces are inches apart, "I think you're perfect. I don't think there's anything you could do, to make me think that." I whisper.
"Wanna marry me?" He whispers, with a serious face, his minty breath against my nose.
I have no idea how to respond, so I just stare at him.
He bursts out laughing, again.
"Michael!" I say falling onto his torso, my head on his right shoulder.
"I'm sorry! You gave me too much of a good opportunity!" He exclaims.
I just wrap my arms around his neck and enjoy his harmonious laughter and presence.
He puts his long arms tightly around my waist and puts his head into my neck.
I inhale to smell the scent of his heavenly cologne. He smelt so good, so fresh.
The car stops and I sigh.
I just want to drive round and round forever with Michael in this limo.
But then I remember shopping. So I get up off Michael's warm body and into the thick, hot air of New York.
Michael soon follows after me, I can tell he didn't wanna leave either.
I look up at the tall buildings and skyscrapers in awe. New York is astonishing.
Michael grabs my hand, "Ready?" He says beaming.
I nod and we begin walking, masks on.
We reach a shop called 'M'. It's so unfamiliar to me, but Michael gasps when he sees it. I'm guessing it's one of his favourites.
He starts running towards the door, dragging me behind him. I felt like a parent of an annoying child, but Michael didn't annoy me.
We get in and Michael hands me a basket after picking up his own.
"Uh, Michael." I say awkwardly.
"Is everything ok, Bel?" He says, looking concerned.
"I didn't exactly bring any money, because I didn't know what we were doing." I say putting back the basket.
"Oh! You had me scared!" He said, his hand on his heart, "Don't worry honey, it's on me."
"Thank you, but I couldn't. I feel -"
"Belle. Not to be cocky, but I'm Michael Jackson. It is seriously not a problem. Buy anything you want." He says in caring way, smiling. "Now, not another word about it. You see something you like, put it in the basket, ok babe?"
I nod. I'm so lucky. Michael rushes ahead and I see him throwing almost everything in the shop into his basket.
I pace myself and start at the women's section at the back.
I suddenly see a beautiful silver dress. It's got spaghetti straps, the dress is a silky smooth material. The silver sparkles no matter what angle or light you look at it in. It's gorgeous. It looks like it would go up to mid-thigh, which isn't usually my style but this dress is.
I gaze at the beauty of this dress, picturing occasions it could be worn.
I then feel arms wrap around my waist, and a head rest on my shoulder.
"You're trying it on, right now." Michael whispers on my ear.
I chuckle and pick it up in my size. He walks with me to the changing rooms.
They were small little rooms down a corridor, each with a different colour curtain and a room number.
They were all empty.
I got into Room 14 and hang my dress up on the inside. I turn around to shut the curtain but instead, I see Michael stood there.
"Yes?" I say, giggling, crossing my arms.
"You can ask me to join you, if you want." He says shrugging, looking at the floor.
He looked too cute to say no.
I grab his arm and pull him in, shutting the red curtain behind us.