Rose Garden :: MJ

Chapter 5 - Heaven's Just Begun

Heaven's Just Begun

Amanda's POV

I woke up the next morning confused; I turned over in my bed to realize that Michael was gone.

I sat up, his clothes were gone.

I got up and slid on a nightgown from my closet.

I walked into the living room to discover flowers and chocolates on one side table by my couch and two wine glasses on the other.

I looked out the window at the parking lot below, Michael's car was gone.

"He played me," I whispered to myself, growing angrier.

What did I expect? He was a rock star that met an innocent girl and took advantage of her.

I picked up his wine glass and threw it across the room causing it to shatter on the back wall in my apartment.

My phone rang pulling me out of my thoughts, "Hello?"

"Amanda Marie Thomas, where are you?" I heard my mom yell in the phone.

"I'm so sorry mom, I forgot to set my alarm," I made up something.

I couldn't dare to tell my mom, who had been played like this (that's how she ended up with me), about Michael.

"You better get here quick, I have to go to the gardens and get more flowers," My mother said, irritated.

I sighed, "I'll be there in a few minutes."

I hung up the phone and got ready; when I was ready I hopped in my old car.

When I arrived at work, the place was swarming with customers.

I sighed in frustration, "I have to deal with all these people by myself when I feel like this!"

I got out of my car and headed inside.

"Amanda, thank god you're here, I have to go now," my mom said rushing towards me.

"Bye mom," I said as she rushed passed me.

"Bye," she called as she flew out the door.

I headed up to the counter, quietly saying hi to the customers as I passed them.

When all the customers were done ordering and such, the place was dead.

I decided to read some of the book that I was currently reading, but I couldn't concentrate when thinking about Michael.

How could someone so charming and sweet play me that like?

I guess that's what rock stars do, they get done with one innocent girl then move on to the next city.

I know in my heart that Michael is not like that, Lacey rushed in pulling me out of my thoughts.

She stopped dead in front of the counter, "You have to tell me what Michael did for your birthday yesterday!"

I groaned, "I really don't want to hear that name again."

"Did he dump you?" Lacey asked, truly concerned.

Lacey was like a sister to me, I've been friends with here since grade school, and I could tell her anything, but somehow I didn't feel comfortable telling her about last night.

"No, worse," I finally said after a few moments.

Lacey sat down in front of the counter, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"I, just, I don't know," I said getting up and walking to the back.

Lacey followed, "Please just tell me, I want to help you."

I took a deep breath, "I don't know."

"Amanda, please," Lacey begged.

"I slept with him!" I yelled after a few minutes of silence.

"What?" Lacey said, not believing anything I was saying.

My tears started to come and I slid down the wall, "Last night I slept with him, I told him I loved him and he didn't answer. This morning he was gone."

"I couldn't imagine him doing something like that," Lacey said sitting down beside me.

I wiped my eyes, "I couldn't either."

I stood up, "I guess that's all he wanted from me. It's in the past, I'm moving on."

Lacey followed me, "So you're just going to forget about him?"

"Yes," I said as a customer walked into the store.

"Welcome to Stefani's flowers, can I help you?" I greeted the customer.

I helped the customer sort out details for her wedding for about an hour.

Even after the customer finally left, Lacey insisted on getting lunch and talking about all this.

"You can go get us some lunch, but I do not want to talk about him," I said taking a seat on the stool behind the counter.

"Okay, be right back," Lacey said grabbing her keys.

After lunch we were sitting by the counter when we both saw Michael walking down the sidewalk across street.

"Go tell him off," Lacey said smirking with an evil smile.

I sighed, "Should I?"

"I would. I'll run the store while you go yell at him. It's what he deserves," she said.

I took a deep breath and stood up, "Your right. I'll be right back."

I walked out of the store and ran across the street; I got up behind him on the sidewalk, "Hey! I want to talk to you!"

He spun around, his good looks almost knocking me off my feet, "I was looking for you."

I slapped him hard across the face, "Yeah, and I'm the president."

"Ow," he said rubbing his cheek.

"Well, it's what you deserve, playing an innocent girl like that. I should've known you were just another rock star jerk," The tears started spilling out of my eyes.

Michael sighed, "I'm not like that, I just needed some time to think. I've never been in love and right now I have these new feelings."

The hot tears were burning my cheeks, "Are you saying you're in love with me?"

"I think, I know I am," he said looking down.

"Well, I'm not falling for this again!" I yelled causing some people to stare at us.

He tried to pull me in his arms, I started hitting his chest, "I loved you! You hurt me, Mike! Do you know what it feels like to get your heart broken like that right after we shared something special? Do you regret last night? Do you regret ever meeting me?"

"Shh, it's alright. I don't regret anything," he said pulling me into his arms.

"Michael," I said quietly.

He tightened his grip on me, "Yes, Amanda?"

I took a deep, ragged breath, "I love you."

I looked up and his lips crashed onto mine, when he pulled away he muttered four words I had been longing for him to say since the day I met him, "I love you, too."

I was in love with Michael Jackson and I had never been more sure of anything.