Remember The Time: An MJ Love Story

Part 7

Michael

Huh, I wonder what had Kierra so busy. Let's hope she comes out soon. She hung up before I could tell her that I'm right outside her building.... and I almost hit three cars getting here. 

"Come on Sweets," I mentally rush. My phone vibrates. I glance down at it. 

Thank the heavens, it's Kierra finally asking: "Where are you?" 

Funny she's asking me this question. I reply to her with, "I should be asking you the same thing."

 Don't get me wrong, whenever Kierra makes me wait, it's always worth it. She comes out looking absolutely stunning, but it gets boring out here by myself. It's frustrating because she knows when I'll show up and will still run late. Shaking my head, I glance out the window.  Finally! Kierra walks out of her building and, of course, looking absolutely stunning. Just A little bit of my frustration fades away.  She must have recognized my car because she makes her way over. 

"Kierra," I start, glaring at her as she enters the car. 

"Okay, don't be mad," she says. Mad isn't what I'm feeling. Frustrated, sleepy, and horny is exactly what I'm feeling.

"Kierra, you made me wait for a good twenty minutes," I comment, starting my car. 

"I had to get away from my friends to get to you. It's not exactly easy to go out on a date with Michael Jackson, ya know," she fires back. 

"Okay, keeping me waiting isn't exactly helping you be discreet, ya know." 

 "Michael, your fucking windows are tinted. Who would see you unless you stuck your head out of one them," she shouts. 

She scoffs and turns to look out the passenger side window. I can't believe her. She's just-- wait, what am I mad at her for? She's here with me, and I completely snapped on her. Before I can even say anything, I notice the smile on Kierra's face. 

"What," I ask. 

"I'm thinking. Why'd we start arguing? It just came out of nowhere," she laughs. 

"I was just thinking that! I kind of went crazy," I chuckle.

Just like that, we make up. A simple laugh. Halfway to Castaway, We decide to play Punch Buggy. 

"Oooh, Punch Buggy, No punch back," I exclaim, hitting her arm. 

"Nuh-uh! That was a Mazda. You cheated," she laughs. I chuckle then get serious. 

"The game ain't fair," I say. 

She gives me a look that makes us start laughing again. I don't think anyone can make me laugh as hard as her. I meant to ask her this when she got in the car. 

"Walker-Jackson," I laugh. She looks absolutely embarrassed as she puts her hands up to her face. 

"Shut up. I was fifteen and I didn't think I was going to actually meet you and I'm only making it worse," she groans. 

"Don't judge me." 

I try to keep my laugh contained as I explain, "Chef don't judge." She doubles over with laughter. As we pull up to the beach, Kierra begins to take off her flip flops. She lets out an excited squeal as she walks through the sand. 

Originally, we were supposed to end up back at my car, but now, we're strolling along the beach. Hand in hand, completely at peace with each other. 

 Kierra breaks the silence with, "Do you ever have one of those days where you don't want to be you?"

 I stop dead in my tracks, grab hold of her forearm, and stare at her.