Love Never Felt So Good {A Michael Jackson Story}

Chapter 8: The call

The next morning I wake up in Michael's bed. I've never slept here before. I walk to the bathroom and do my daily routine. I walk into the living room only to find Michael on his laptop.

"Hey Baby. What are ya doing on your computer?" I ask.

"Emailing Frank. I gotta go to the studio. We are doing this sort of track called 'Bad'. I think there will be an album on this song." He says typing up the last sentence.

"When will you leave?" I ask.

"Now I think. I got ready before you got up." He says looking at the clock.

"Oh...ok..." I say hiding the hurt in my eyes.

"Hey hey hey missy! Why are you so sad?" He asks lifting my chin.

"Um...I'm not sad babe. I'm happy...uh...very happy..." I stutter.

He picks me up by my hips and carries me to the other sofa.

"MICHAEL JOSEPH JACKSON! PUT ME DOWN NOW!!!" I yell while laughing.

I hear Michael's faint laughs.

"HA HA! WHAT ARE YOU?! AHH! LAUGHING ABOUT?! HA HA HA!" I try to say.

He places me, back first, on the couch. He then starts tickling me.

I start DEAD LAUGHING.

"MIKE! HAHAHAHA IMMA PEE ON MYSELF! HAHAHA STOP IT!!!!" I scream.

He stops.

I start to ease my laughter.

"Now are you happy?" He asks.

"I told you babe...I was already happy!" I say.

He then passionately kisses me.

How unexpected...

He then stops for air.

"How about now?" he asks.

"...Yes..." I whisper.

"Good." He whispers back.

He helps me from the sofa and holds my hand to the door.

"Stay here. I'll be back, beautiful." He states.

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you more, beautiful."

He called me...beautiful...

I close the door.

"I love you...most..." I whisper.

I'm so grateful I'm with him.

All of a sudden I hear my phone ring.

"Hello?"

"..."

"Um...hello?"

"...I know where you are..."

"Who's this?"

"You'll know...after I'm done..."

Done? Done doing what?