Ghost ❣︎ [Michael Jackson]

Chapter 14

I had a date with Johnny. What in the hell was I thinking? I tap my foot as I sit in the diner. I figured if Michael saw me out with Johnny, he might move on with moving on.

And be at peace. But if I were to let him go to the other side would I be at peace? Why did I feel like I was losing out on my one true love. One who happened to be.... dead.

Johnny was late. I sigh as I try not to fidget as I sit there. One good thing was that Michael had not yet shown up to bother me. Maybe he was upset with me for accepting this date with Johnny.

I was not serious about Johnny. But Michael did not need to know that. This was all for him. To help him. I cared to much about him to let him suffer this world alone.

He was alone.

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"Sorry I was running late" Johnny breaths out as he rushes to the table and his hands land on the table. "I was stuck in traffic and I managed to get here as soon as I could" he promises me.

"Sure, sure have a seat. I am starving. I need to order" I complain feeling annoyed already.

"Anything you want you got it" he promises me as he hands me a menu while he sits across the table from me. His black hair was a mess. He looked good as always but not as good as Michael. But Johnny was alive.

With a pulse.

"I will have everything!" I joke.

Johnny looks worried a bit.

"I am kidding" I snicker. "lighten up" I tell him.

He relaxes then nods. "Fine, I want a malt and a hamburger with the works. Well done please" he tells the waitress that comes to our table to take our order.

"I will have a strawberry malt please and an order of chili cheese fries" I tell the waitress.

"What kind of malt do you want sir?" the waitress asks Johnny.

As they were talking, I notice the salt shaker begins to head over at Johnny. Like it was going to tip over in his lap. I hear laughing. I grab the saltshaker before it falls in Johnny's lap.

"I am a cluts. Sorry" I force a laugh out.

Johnny makes a face then nods. "Extra fries please" he orders before the waitress leaves our table. "I am so glad you finally got to come out tonight with me on this date. I was so excited for this moment" brags Johnny.

"Me to. I have not been on a real date in sometime" I tell him.

"I was worried you did not want to go out with me" he admits.

"I didn't" I agree with that.  We laugh at the same time.

"Why did you agree to this date?" he wants to know.