My hands were sweating.
Nervously I wiped them on my black dress. I could feel my make up trickle.
Over and over I mentally repeated my conversation with Mariah.
"So one once again, hun!"she had said, "You have two hours. Not more. I think that's enough to stare in his eyes or whatever you wanna do with him!" I had punched her belly for that. She had gone on like there was no interruption.
"And when those two hours are over, you go outside with him, wait for my sign and then I'll shoot him. Try to be at least 3 feet away from him. Not that I'm bad with shooting, I just want to be sure, I only kill him, kay? Good I think that's it."
That's it.
She had said it like it was about a cooking advice.
Like it wasn't unusual to give your bestie one last chance for a date with her crush and after that you simply kill him.
Because that's it.
I looked around in the restaurant. This was definitely not my price class. Everywhere was gold and glamour and waiters running around carrying more than 10 plates with one arm. I suddenly felt even more uncomfortable. I wasn't made for this. I wasn't classy enough.
Just....just turn around and leave. Let Mariah do her thing, but without you.
Right in that moment I saw Michael. And he had seen me.
No return.
Showtime.
Slowly I walked over to the candle lighted table, forcing a smile.
"Hey..."I said insecure. Michael Jackson gave me a smile like I've only known from toothpaste commercials.
"Hello Savage!" he araised and gently kissed my hand, like he did the first time we met. My whole body felt like melting. My insecurity turned into a smooth, comfortable warmth.
"Please sit down."He pulled the chair back so I could take a seat.
Michael focused his dark chocolate eyes on me.
"So, is it normal that girls just switch their dates if one of them has no time for the guy?"he smirked. I felt that I was blushing.
"Uhm....maybe...."I stuttered.
"However, I really can't complain about dating you instead!" My cheeks must've been red like fire. I had this stupid reaction to compliments.
Thank god, a waiter came and we had to order.
"Lobster for two, with vine sauce!"Michael said, letting his voice sounded arrogantly. It was obvious, that he wanted to show the waiter that he was special and he expected to be treated that way.
And it even turned me on!
"Of course sir!"The waiter left. Michael's attention came back to me.
"You look a bit nervous, Savage. Are you not feeling well?"he asked and gently put his hand onto mine.
Soooo soft*-*
"I'm okay, thank you!"I said and smiled a little.
"Then it's fine."He looked deep into my eyes.
"Although this evening has just even started, I hope we will spend many more together.."
I wish that too...But this will be your the last evening in your life!
I decided to split the date in two chapters(that's why this one is short, the other one will be longer) because I don't want you guys to wait that long for an update:) Hope you enjoyed this, stay tuned for more and COMMENT and VOTE^^ I promise to post the next part soon!
I love y'all<3
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Blue Gangsta~A Criminal Lovestory MJ
Fanfiction"I read about something like this. It was a play by Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet. At the end both were dead. It would surprise me, if this here would end different..."
