Remember The Time: An MJ Love Story

Part 17

This'll be the time of our, time of our lives

We're takin' the world by surprise

Hang on it's a crazy ride

Yeah

This'll be the time of our, time of our lives

Kierra

I didn't mean to. As soon as Michael finished asking me to marry him, I screamed out a yes. As soon as the ring went onto my finger, I attempted to jump into Michael's arms and accidentally punched him in the nose. Now he's sitting on the toliet, holding a rag to his nose.

"All I wanted to do was marry you. Did you really have to punch me," Michael asks. Dabbing an alcohol pad on him, I simply reply,

"Sorry baby." What? I was so excited and wanted a hug. He shouldn't have bought the ring so big. Secondly, he dropped the biggest and most scariest bombshell on me: all his family is coming over. It doesn't justify me punching him, but he kinda deserved the wack upside the head I gave him after he told me. Yes, I apologized for that one too. I search through my purse and pull out a tampon. Getting it out my purse is easy. Trying to get Michael to put in his nose? I'd have an easier time getting Cruella De Vil away from the Dalmatians.

"Sweets, no. Get that thing away from me. That tampon is going in the place that it's designed to and that is not my nose," he protests. He can be so difficult sometimes. Like here I am, trying to stop this river of blood from flowing out your nose and you won't take it.

"Michael, if your mom sees the blood on your shirt and you tell her what I did, she will snatch me by my neck quicker than a jackrabbit on hot tar. Momma's are overprotective of their babies. You know that."

"But--" I narrow my eyes at him, "Fine, Kierra." I settle myself on his lap and carefully insert the tampon.

"How do you women do this? It feels like I have a booger that I can't get out. And what's this string for," Michael interrogates, fingering the little white item. Now that I've cleaned up one mess, it's time to focus on my main one. Meeting Michael's family? Whoa. My personality and turn of phrase are not for everyone. What if I say something stupid and that makes everyone hate me? What if I trip and make somebody hurt themselves? What if I eat some bad food and get explosive diaherra?! Before I know it, I'm hyperventilating and shaking. I cannot believe it. For the first time in a long time, I'm scared out of my mind.

"You okay, girl," Michael asks, placing his hands on my shoulder.

"Michael what if they all hate me?" God, what an immature question to ask. But, it is slowly gnawing at my mind. His hands begin to move in a comforting, circular motion.

"Honey, they're going to love you. And who cares if they don't? I love you and that's all that matters."

Michael

My family just started to pull in. I wish I could say Sweets is feeling a bit more confident, but then I'd be lying through my teeth. She is basically devouring her nails. I pull her close and give her a squeeze.

"They'll love you," I whisper in her ear. She reaches up to kiss my cheek.

"I hope so." The first person in is no other than Janet, who I should have figured because it is her birthday.

"Hey, hey beautiful. Happy birthday," Sweets laughs, moving away from me to give her a warm hug.

"Thanks girl! You don't look so bad yourself. You're glowing," she laughs right back. Pretty soon, all of my family starts to file in. And Kierra begins to lose her nerve. Again.