Remember The Time: An MJ Love Story

Part 3

Michael

Okay, so she's definitely surprised to see me.

"Hey there stranger," I greet, tapping her nose.

"You came to see me," she asks.

"I hope it's not a problem."

She finally smiles, "Nope. Come on in."

I walk into her condo. It's got a great view of the city and all its industrial work. I turn to face her with a grin. Something on her catches my eye, causing me to smile. 

"What," she asks.

"Cute shirt."

She looks down at her 'King Of Pop' t-shirt and blushes. Her soft giggles let me know her secret.

"I didn't know you were a fan," I laugh. She puts her face in her hands and groans.

"You should have met me when I was fifteen. I was crazy about you," she says, smiling. I fight the urge to tell her that, now that I've met her, the feeling is mutual. Instead I just opt for,

"That's cute."

Biting my bottom lip, I look her in the eye. Then again, a small noise comes from her. It almost sounds like a squeaky toy or whimper. I wonder what that's about.

"You know you did that yesterday in the limo right," I ask, tilting my head.

"You noticed?" I nod at her question.

"Okay. I've got to admit. It's when you bite my bottom lip," she admits.

"What," I inquire, a smile tugging at my face still. My eyebrows furrow in happy confusion.

"Mmhmm. It's really sexy, but I bet you get girls telling you this more than enough. You probably think I'm some over-obsessed fangirl," she sighs.

"A fan girl? Yes. Over obsessed? Maybe just a little," I joke.

Rolling her eyes playfully, she stretches. "So what do you wanna do," she asks with a yawn.

"What do you do around here?" She twists her mouth to one side, obviously thinking hard.

"Don't hurt yourself," I tease.

"Navy Pier," she exclaims.

"Navy who," I question.

"Navy Pier. It's kind of like an amusement park/ carnival type of place. It's really fun. Let me get ready and we can go." Like a little kid going on a trip, she jets to her room. Of course, the inevitable fan girl squeal comes floating into the living room. I chuckle to myself.

"Michael," she screams.

"Yes," I ask coming into her room.

I find her clinging to her dresser for dear life.

"What's wrong," I ask.

"Sp-sp-spider," she squeals, pointing. I follow her finger and find a medium-sized gray and brown spider resting on her bed. It crawls toward her pillow and she gasps.

"That little thing? Kierra, trust me. It's more scared of you than you are of it," I coo. Her eyes never leave the little guy.

"Like hell! Because if it was then it wouldn't have ventured in here," She says.

"Kill it," she whines.

"What? No. He's harmless," I reply.

"No... It's dangerou- where'd it go?" I look back and noticed that the spider is indeed gone.