Baby you can't go on Wondering where you belong Let me help you find yourself 'Cause you don't need nobody else - "Stay With Me" by DeBarge
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With each step that you took, the bottoms of your brown leather oxfords hit the pavement. A wide smile spread across your face as you spotted the railing of a concrete staircase. As you prepared to hop onto the metal bar, you spared one glance over your shoulder, looking behind yourself. Your heart jumped when you noticed Michael's close proximity to you.
"No!" You screamed, hopping onto the railing and beginning to slide down.
Your long, brown trench coat hung over the edge of the railing, blowing behind you as you slid down the railing. To your relief—as long as you kept a grip on the metal—you never lost your balance. Michael's laughter echoed behind you as he hopped onto the railing and slid down after you.
"You're not gettin' off that easy!" He exclaimed, mirroring your position as he slid down.
When you reached the bottom, you immediately hopped off of the staircase and bolted towards the railroad tracks. You and Michael were in the middle of New York City. He'd flown out to the East Coast to work on a new short film for his song "Bad." However, on this very occasion, he was given the rare opportunity to have the evening off. He didn't hesitate to call you up and send a car to pick you up from your little New York studio apartment. And, of course, you were thrilled to be able to finally spend some time with him again.
The two of you were spending the evening running around the city. Initially, Michael'd wrapped his face in a scarf to conceal his identity. However, your constant shenanigans resulted to him losing the scarf in the midst of chasing you.
"You think you're fast, huh?" Michael asked, closing just enough distance to grab your waist, "Well, I'm faster."
You screamed when he successfully caught up to you, trapping your body in his iron grip and pulling you to him.
"You just have your height as an advantage, Michael," you replied, turning away from him as he began smothering you, "Get a grip. We're in public!"
Michael pulled back, never releasing you from his arms. He looked around briefly. "Do you see anyone around?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at you.
He wasn't wrong. The two of you were standing in front of an empty railroad track. It was around seven o'clock, so most people were on the roads, trying to get home. The sky was turning a brilliant shade of orange as the sun set behind the horizon of silhouetted buildings. The air—though quite chilly—seemed crisp and clear, which was uncharacteristic for the buzzing city. With it all, the two of you were alone, and the universe seemed to be sculpting the evening to work to your advantage.
You sighed, pulling yourself out of Michael's grip. You felt his eyes on you as you began walking down the train tracks. Eventually, he made his way beside you. For a moment, the two of you took in the comfortable silence. As the wind blew through your loose hair, it disturbed Michael's loose set of shoulder-length curls. Reaching out, the two of you simultaneously intertwined your fingers.
