Remember The Time: An MJ Love Story

Part 16

Ooh pretty baby

This world might've gone crazy

The way you save me

Who can blame me

When I just wanna make you smile?

Michael

I reach over to grab my ringing cell phone. Why, oh why, did I let Bill talk me into changing it? It's so loud and if it catches me at the right time, traumatizing.

"Hello," I answer politely. Then I hear my all time favorite woman's sweet little voice. My mother.

"Hello, my darling. How are you?" Lord knows I missed talking to my mother. Sometimes I need a bit of direction from her because my life is filled my headaches. My favorite headache in particular, is sleeping on my leg.

"I'm doing fine. I just miss you so much. And I have so much to tell you! So much has happened this week and--"

She begins to laugh, obviously at my excitement. Hearing her laugh causes me to laugh myself, which makes Sweets stir on my leg.

"Well honey, you can tell me all this news when we all come to see you today." Today? What is she--

"You remember. You told me last week all of us would gather together for Janet's birthday at your house." As soon as the memory replays, I instantly frown. I should really stop making plans when there are other things that need my attention. I talk to my Mother for a few more seconds and then quickly hang up. Lord, what am I gonna do? I've wanted my family to meet Kie, but I didn't want them to come this soon! Maybe I should wake her up. Give her a run down? No, she'll kill me. I'm pacing heavily in my room when I hear my room door creak open. In walks my best friend/ favorite pet, Bubbles.

"Hey little guy," I smile as he wraps his little arms around my shins. His eyes wander over to Sweets as if to ask 'Who's She?' I pick Bubbles and set him in front of her. I walk out of the room to let Bubbles wake Kierra up.

Kierra

Feeling the soft kisses on my cheek, my eyes flutter open. "Michael sto-- Aah!" When I realize that it's Bubbles attempting to flirt with me, I giggle. Bubbles is just like Michael: Handsy.

"You know, Bubbles. Michael is gonna get you if you keep trying to steal me away from him," I laugh as Bubbles cuddles up to me. He's also as sweet as Michael. I stroke Bubbles head, letting my mind wander off into space. Before I can stop it, my mind wanders to my perfect marriage proposal. And then, I'm spilling it all to Bubbles.

"I'd hope to be wearing a really pretty dress. Something floral. Oh and my favorite gold gladiator sandals. The location? Probably a park. A beautiful park. Under this gorgeous tree. Ooh, we could be having a picnic and then BAM! The most beautiful ring I've ever seen." At the mention of a ring, Bubbles's head pops up and he looks me deep in the eyes.

"What," I ask. He hops down off the bed and waddles under Michael's bed.

"Honey, what is it?" He comes from under the bed and shakes his head. Then, he runs into the bathroom. I hear endless rummaging. Does this chimp know something I don't? They are intelligent animals with word recognition. Bubbles's shrieks startle me straight out of my thoughts, causing me to run in there with him. Then I hear the most cutest thing. Michael and Bubbles are arguing.

"No, Bubbles! It's suppose to be a surprise," Michael whispers. In return, Bubbles hoots and I think he's stomping.

"Bubbles! If you show her, she's gonna think you wanna marry her." Marry?  Michael wants to marry me? No way! I'm dreaming. I have to be. When did-- how did--? Out of all the women he's met and seen, he wants me to be his wife? What did I do to be so lucky? I'm in the middle of dancing when I hear the knob begin to turn. Oh, shit. Feets don't fail me now! Quicker than a Cheetah, I haul it back into Michael's bedroom. I fix my hair and strike a simple pose on the bed. In walks, my mini partner in crime with my main partner in crime.

"Hi boys," I smile. Bubbles climbs off of Michael's hip and down to the floor. He waddles his way over to me then wraps his little hairy hands around mine, pulling me (quite strongly, might I add) in front of Michael. Obviously pleased with his work, he then climbs onto my back, securing his arms around my neck.

"What is going on," I question. I figure play it dumb, so I don't ruin this moment.  My eyes follow Michael as he lowers himself in front of me. Biting my lower lip to hide my smile, butterflies erupt in my stomach because I actually do know what's about to happen next.

Michael

Oh, sure. I can perform in front of millions of people. Sure, I can put on one hell of a show for my fans. And you better believe I can record a song and put it out there for the entire world to hear. But, I take one look at these brown eyes I keep falling victim to and I can't find the words to speak.

"Sweets... Kierra. You've--We've... " Kay, I am bombing this right now. I inhale slowly, thinking over my words.

"I love Kierra. Everything about you. Your smile, your laugh, your eyes. How easily you get frustrated. The cute little mole on your left eye. The love you show to random people. We'd be here all damn day if I started to list everything I love about you, girl. Sometimes, words can't describe my love for you. I don't know if you notice, but sometimes I get extra quiet just to listen to you talk a little more. I love waking up before you just to watch the sun illuminate your beauty. You're everything I ever prayed and hoped for. You're what keeps a smile on my face. If I can't show you how much I love you, let this ring do it for me. Kierra Chantell Walker, will you be my wife?"