October 17, 1987
New York City
Lauren
"Lauren love, it's time to get up." said a soft voice.
I opened my eyes to a smiling Michael. He had on a red plaid long sleeve button down, a red scarf, his fedora of course, black slacks, and his loafers. He had his dark sunglasses on as well. I swear you can't even see his eyes through those.
Damn I don't even remember falling asleep. All I remember is us just talking about... everything. It wasn't even a forced conversation.. more like I've known him all my life type of conversation. From growing up to embarrassing moments, just a great conversation. I smiled at the thought of it.
"I'm guessing you had a good sleep?" he said laughing while holding his hand out.
"Oh, um yeah. I did actually. Your seats are so comfortable wow." I said taking his hand.
He gently pulled me up and I was close to his chest. I inhaled his scent and man he smells so good, damn. We were still holding hands in the same spot. Both frozen. I could feel the tingles run through my body.
"Okay, the limo is outside kiddos. Go ahead and get in, I'll get your things." said Bill walking by.
I quickly let go of our hands and looked down awkwardly. I heard Michael laugh a little and he started to leave the plane. I followed behind.
We walked down the steps and the limo was right in our face. Michael was ahead of me already, so once he was at the bottom, he waited on me. That's new. As walked down, Michael opened the limo door. Wow, he really do have manners. I haven't had a door open by a man besides Justin since ever honestly.
"After you my lady." He said I blushed lightly. Why in the fuck am I blushing?
I quietly get in and I really just could not believe my eyes.
This limo was really for a KING! Everything was similar to the plane, but just about everything was gold and brown wood. The floors were velvet blue and so soft. The seats were warm and comfy as well. I looked around as Michael was getting back in.
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