Love, Curly |M.J.|

Chapter 4

Michael's P.O.V

If only she knew. I sigh, looking out my window at the dark sky. It's around 2 AM. I can't sleep, my thoughts are consumed by her. I hum the half-finished song I sang yesterday to Jadie.

She's definitely a beauty. A lovely sight to see. Her soft eyes and her long hair.

Jadie's perfect. How her laugh sounds, the way she dresses, her smile.

I eventually fall asleep thinking of her.

Jadie's P.O.V

I wake up with a smile. Today's going to be a good day. Michael and I are going to the movies and then to eat.

After I shower and do my normal morning routine, I rush downstairs into the kitchen. I see mother's short, small frame infront of the stove. I sit down at the table to tie my sneakers while she cooks breakfast.

"Good morning, Jadie." She glances at me for a quick second. "Where's dad?" I ask. She grabs three plates from a cabinet.

"At work." Mother sets down the plates. "Why did you grab three plates then?" I say, crossing my arms.

"Michael is eating with us, he's out back with Sunny." She points the spatula towards the backyard.

"Oh. Okay," I look out back and sure enough, he was out there petting the dog. I push in my chair and walk outside. "Mornin', J," He says to me, smiling.

I smile back. Michael makes me happy when he smiles. "Good morning," I tell him, cheerfully.

"How was your sleep?" He sits at a bench and pats the spot next to him. "It was fine, how about you?" I answer back.

"Same old, same old. Are you still wanting to go to the drive-in movie?"

"Of course!" I loved going to drive-ins. Ever since I was young, my father would take me every other weekend. That stopped after he opened his own law firm though because he became too busy.

Sunny jumps onto my lap and starts licking my face. We both laugh. She jumps off and chases a squirrel.

"She's so cute." I wipe my face with my sleeve. "Yeah... and dirty. I just took a shower too."

"Relax Princess, you still look beautiful." He says in a sassy high-pitch voice with his hand on his hip. He starts laughing, hysterically.

"Hey! Not funny!" I slap his shoulder. He laughs harder, grabbing his stomach. He leans forward.

Mom opens the back door and pokes her head out, "Breakfast is done!"

"Yes ma'am." He says, calming down. We get up and he lightly pushes me. "Payback for hitting me." Michael starts to speed walk towards the door when he sees me about to push him. I stick my tongue out at him as I walk. He opens it and lets me in first.

We sit at the table, "Thank you, Mrs. Pamela." Michael says. I thank her after. "You're welcome dears."

We talk and eat for the next twenty minutes. Michael says a few jokes to make us laugh. He also told us a story about a rat he named Ben during his younger years. We finish up and help clean dishes.

Seeing as it was only 10 A.M when we got done, we hung out around the house. The backyard, living room, and music room were the usual spots.

He was playing a song on the piano, "You should play more! You're really good." I say. He stops playing, "Uh, I don't think-" "Quit doubting yourself!" I grab his shoulders.

He looks at me for a moment, "Maybe. We need to leave, before we are late for the movie." He checks the time. We go downstairs and yell that we're leaving to Mother. She responds with "Have a good time, be safe."