Sweet Reverie || Michael Jackson (Completed)

7 - Stay

"I shouldn't be here. I'm not allowed to go home late."

"Why is that?" Michael humored her. "You're a grown-up woman. You can go wherever you want."

"Well, not in this country." 

Samantha giggled, mentioning the family concept in the country where everyone is living in a single home no matter how old you are. Some will just move out if working away from the family or, when getting married. And there is nothing wrong with that. It is beautiful. And fun. 

"I'm living with my mother and my stepfather. I also have a half-sister too. They'll worry."

"I understand." Michael smiled and guided her to stand on the bench. "Don't worry. I'll take you home in no time."

Samantha didn't respond because she is in awe. The view is very beautiful. The city lights are creating their own art, making them impressive when viewed from above just like what they are doing right now. Michael brought her to a hillside just near the park where they met. He knows that she'll love it and he is not wrong.

As she is busy from admiring the colorful and beautiful view, Michael is busy from staring at a natural beauty too. He stood beside her, their feet on a bench so they can have a clearer view but Michael has a different agenda. He is not interested in the view.

"You can live with me if you want."

He knows that it is too much to ask but he is hopeful that one day, she will consider to be with him.

"I think that's too soon, Michael."

The way his name danced in her mouth is lovely and intriguing. No one can say his name in the most beautiful way and Michael admired that. And he expected that her answer is a no.

"I know that. I just tried." He grinned at her when their eyes met. Samantha smiled sweetly at him before she switched her gazes back to the view.

"I'm already staying here for six months but I have no idea that this place exists."

"You have to explore more. Know more..." He answered and took a seat on the bench.

"Are you really from here? In this town? You grew up here?" She inquired and settled beside him. Their gazes are on the dark sky and if not, at the city lights below.

"Why do you wanna know?" Michael teased her and she just smiled. "Are you going to ask what is my favorite food? Favorite color? My hobbies? What I do in life?"

"Maybe?" 

"I don't wanna answer."

"Why not?" She knitted her eyebrows but she doesn't want to push him if he is not comfortable to open up. "You are mysterious. And intriguing."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Yeah. You should." 

They both chuckled.

"Maybe, you're the one who is afraid. You are being mysterious so you can protect yourself." Samantha concluded and their eyes found one another again. It feels like home. "I know that tricks already. You can just be honest with me."

"Maybe you're right. Or maybe, you are wrong." Michael moved his eyebrows a little, slapping a different kind of handsomeness. 

"But I think, everything will work smoothly and naturally and the next thing you knew, you already know all my secrets."

"So you have secrets. So secretive."

"Aren't we all?" He murmured, his eyebrows both shot up.