I Love You More | MJJ ✔️

{Chapter 32}

In the morning, I head to his house at 10 am. I planned to go there at 11 but Michael's been nagging me on phone since 9, so..... When I arrive at his house, I see him talking to a family. I've never seen them though. Even though I said "family", there's literally a son and a mother. Soon, they finally leave and as long as he has closed the door, he runs to me and hugs me.

"Oh God, I MISS you!"

"Me too! Oh, and who are they?"

"They're my friends. The Chandler family."

"I see."

"Yeah, they'll visit me every weekend. I invited them!"

"Oh, good for them..!"

"And me?"

"You're the host."

"Oh right."

I laugh.

"So, shall we start our dance lessons?"

"Sure!"

He pulls my hand and leads me to his dance studio. Oh, wow... It's not a very big room but it has a lot of spotlights. I guess it's Michael's idea? Those spotlights make him feel like he's on stage? I don't know.

"Today..."

Michael takes out his Thriller album.

"Let's start with an easy one. Beat it."

"Let me stretch for a second."

"Of course."

It's been a while I haven't danced.

"Ready?"

He holds my waist and whispers into my ears.

"That tickles!"

"Hahaha!"

"Yeah! I'm ready."

"I bet you can do this without my teaching?"

"Well, yes."

"Let's dance together, then."

*the intro of Beat it starts playing*

Michael starts doing his freestyle moves. I'm right here standing and watching at him in awe. He's always in mood for dancing.

'But you wanna be bad,
Just beat it, beat it'

We start dancing to the chorus.

'It doesn't matter who's wrong or right,
Just beat it, just beat it,
Just beat it, just beat it,
Ooo!'

Michael begins singing along.

'Just beat it!'

The second chorus comes on and we dance again. We all know there will be a guitar solo after that. In the short film, there'll be a fighting scene.

While I'm thinking about it, Michael walks to me and acts like he's holding a pocket-knife just like the man did in the short film. So, I join in and we laugh. We do exactly what the men did in there but what we can't do is control ourselves from laughing.

'Beat it!'

There comes the last part. We stop acting and get down to dancing till the song ends.

"That was fun!"

I lie down on the floor and chuckle. Then, Michael sits down beside me.

"What time is it now?"

I look at my watch.

"10:30."

"Shall we go on with another song?"