The Following Morning
I was the first to wake up. (Me: Finally! lol.) I sat up and stretched my arms and popped my back. I looked at my phone and saw that it said 8:45am. I got out of bed and gathered what I'd wear today and went to change. Once fully dressed, I went into the bathroom and straightened my hair with my straightening iron I brought with me. (Me: I manage to be prepared :P.) I made sure, once I finished straightening and brushing my hair thoroughly, that the bathroom sink was clean and perfect. (Me: I'm such a neat freak lol. I get that from my mom and Michael for sure.) After I cleaned the sink a bit, I went back into the room. I wound up talking to myself.
"Man, I don't know what to do. Being with Michael feels right, and I love him, but...how am I gonna tell him that? Am I even ready to tell him that I love him? Does he feel the same way about me?" I asked, muttering to myself.
I sat on the bed and laid back and looked at the ceiling, sighing. 'I can't just go up to him and say 'Hey, I'm in love with you.' That's so not professional. And I'm afraid he may not feel the same way.' I thought.
I sat up and looked back at the ceiling. "I wonder if he's awake yet."
With Michael
Michael opened his eyes a little before his sight adjusted to the light coming into his room. He got up and stretched and went to change into his Smooth Criminal outfit. While he was changing, he sighed.
"How am I gonna tell her? When should I tell her? I think it's too soon if I tell her now...I'll wait a while, if I can. Maybe later this week..." He said.
He got his tie and realized that he was never taught how to tie a tie before. Not even when he was little. He (yes, he was fully dressed) went downstairs and knocked on my door.
"Come in." I replied.
He opened the door and saw me laying across the bed, looking at the ceiling. He walked over to the bed and sat next to me.
"May I help you, Michael?"
"Um...hehe...could you teach me how to tie a tie? That way I don't always have to ask you to tie it for me."
I looked at him and giggled. "Sure."
I sat up and turned to him. I grabbed his tie and he looked down. "Pay close attention, Michael. It's really simple."
He nodded and I started tying his tie slowly. He took mental note on how to tie it properly so he wouldn't have to bother me to tie it for him. Once I finished, I looked at him and smiled.
"Got it?"
He smiled back. "Yeah, thank you for teaching me how."
"No problem, Michael. I find it fun teaching people how to tie ties."
He giggled. "I bet it is..." Then the thought of telling me came back. He decided to bring it up. "Hey, Rebecca...um...I have something to tell you." He blushed a little.
"I actually have something to tell you, too."
He could tell I was nervous and I could tell he was nervous, too. Somehow, we always knew what each other was thinking. We knew we weren't ready to tell each other yet.
"Since we both are a bit nervous to say anything...l-let's wait a while until we're ready to say what we wanna say." I said.
He nodded. "Good idea." He sighed in relief in his mind. 'I need to think of how to tell her anyway.' He thought.
I looked at my phone and saw that it was 10am and rehearsals started at 10:30am all the time.
I looked at Michael. "Well, should we head on to rehearsals? It's almost time."
Michael looked at his watch and nodded. "Yeah, we probably should."
Michael and I got off the bed and we walked out of the room, him grabbing my hand. I looked at our hands and smiled a little. We headed out of the house, got in the car and Bill drove us to the studio so we could finish up the rehearsals and hope that we'd film it next month. But knowing Michael, there will be one or two things in the entire short film that would need to be perfected before filming. (Me: Typical Michael.)
At Rehearsals
We got into place. Kelly and I were with one guard while Frankie was getting ready. He was creepy looking when he had to wear those small, round shades and holding two injection needles with "drugs" (Me: Really just water XD) in them. Even during the rehearsal, I thought, all the time, that he would really stick those needles in us. I had wished I had my phone out because Michael's angry face was something I'd only see once in a lifetime. Michael tried to get to me and Kelly, but he got pushed onto the ground and got kicked. Kelly and I managed to break free from the guard's grasp and we kicked the injection needles out of Frankie's hands. Kelly and I found Sean and Brandon and we saw Michael "transform." (Me: The producers will use the computer graphics to make the actual transformation, same for when he wished and transformed into that car.) When the battle of transformer Michael and Frankie ended, he flew over me, Kelly, Sean and Brandon. We reached up and tried to touch the ship, but couldn't.
"Where is he going?" Brandon asked.
"He's leaving." Kelly said with tears falling.
After about 10 minutes, we were back in town, sitting on the curb. Brandon showed the star he made and called it 'Michael's Lucky Star.'
"It's not his lucky star...it's gone." She said, taking the star and went to sit in a corner crease of a building. "You're not his lucky star. You're not..."
I looked at the ground, seeing leaves move from the wind. The star blew out of Kelly's hand and over us and to the fog. Soon, Sean and Brandon looked to the fog and saw Michael and got up and ran to him. I looked and was in shock. I ran over to Kelly.
"Katie! Look!" I said.
Kelly looked and saw Michael and she and I ran over to him.
"Michael!" She called out.
"Katie, Rebecca." He said.
Kelly jumped into his arms and he held her close. I smiled and he put her down and opened his arms to me. I went over and hugged him and he hugged back, running his hand up and down my back.
"I have a surprise for you all. Come on."
We released the hug and followed him backstage, through some wires. Some wires made a spark and made us jump, even Michael. (Me: That was always funny to see him jump from seeing a slight spark in the wiring XD.)
"It's just a spark." He giggled.
"Yeah, you had jumped, too, Michael." Sean said.
Soon, a bodyguard came up to us. "Mr. Jackson, we were wondering where you went. You need to get ready." He said. "Oh and we found this one running around backstage."
Skipper came over to us and we squealed. Another bodyguard led me, Kelly, Sean and Brandon further backstage while the bodyguard we had seen earlier led Michael to the stage. We were armed with glow-sticks for some reason. Suddenly, we saw Michael get on the stage and the music started playing. I knew it was familiar. An old Beatles song. "Come Together" was a favorite song of mine from The Beatles.
"Here come ol' flat top, he come groovin' up slowly
He's got joo joo eyeball, he one holy roller
He got hair down to his knees
Got to be a joker, he just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine, he's got toe jam football
He's got monkey finger, he shoot Coca-Cola
He say, "I know you, you know me
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free"
Come together right now
Over me
He bag production, he's got walrus gumbo
He's got Ono sideboard, he one spinal clacker
He's got feet down through his knees
Hold you in his arms till you can feel his disease
Come together right now
Over me
Come together baby
Come together baby
Come together
Come together
He roller coaster, he's got early warning
He's got muddy water, he one mojo filter
He say, "One and one and one is three"
Got to be good looking 'cause he's so hard to see
Come together right now
Over me
Come together baby, yeah baby
Filter, got a mojo
So come together
Just come together
Just come together
Muddy water, spinal clacker baby
Mojo filter early warning with a sideboard
A walrus [Incomprehensible], a walrus clacker
Come together, yeah
Come together, yeah
Come together
Mojo woking, together, mojo filter."
We all cheered when he had finished singing the song. Little did he know, I was singing along, since I knew that song by heart from listening to it so many times when I was younger.
After The Song
When the song ended, that was when our rehearsals ended for the day.
"For the next couple to 3 weeks, we'll turn to Michael for any parts that need to be perfected. Good job today, everyone!" Frank said.
Soon, we all had left. Michael and I got in the car and Bill drove us home. Michael and I talked about the rehearsals and when we were gonna film it. The whole time, the thought of telling Michael that I love him popped into my head. By the look on his face, I could tell it may have popped into his head, too.
Arriving At Neverland
Once we got back to Neverland, Michael and I got inside and we wound up falling asleep immediately in the living room on the couch. We were too tired to even watch a movie. (Me: And that's saying something there lol. When were we never tired? I'm not even sure. He's been hyped up on coffee a lot lately XP.)
5 Days Later
After rehearsals ended that day, Michael and I went back to Neverland. It's been a while, so I thought that maybe now was a good time to tell him. We went into the living room and I saw Michael stop where he was. I turned to him, a bit concerned.
"Something wrong, Michael?" I asked.
He sighed. "I really need to tell you something, Rebecca...but I don't wanna say it in here. Could we go to your room?" He asked.
I nodded and we went into "my" room. (Me: I wouldn't consider it my room. It was still his room, being on the ground floor :P he just let me use it for that week.) I sat on the bed and he sat next to me. He tried to gather up the courage to tell me.
"What is it you wanna say?"
"Rebecca...I..." He started. "I love you." He muttered quietly, blushing slightly.
"W-What was that? I-I couldn't catch it."
I wasn't sure what was up with him, but he tackled me onto the bed and put his body close to mine. I blushed slightly, not knowing what he was planning.
He looked me in the eyes and put a hand on my cheek, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. "I love you, Rebecca. I was afraid to tell you because I thought you wouldn't-"
I cut him off. "Michael...I...I love you, too. I thought you wouldn't feel the same way, so I didn't tell you."
He smiled a little and kissed my forehead. "Glad we both feel the same way."
He then leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back, but I stopped and turned my head, wondering if this was right. Michael looked at me, concerned.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked.
"No...you didn't. I'm just wondering if this is right...what we're doing, that is." I said.
"Is there a secret about your religion that I should be aware of? Like maybe the law of chastity? Is it some kind of spell or something?"
(Me: Actually, to me, it is much rather like a spell. It's like it can't be broken until the right guy comes along.) I looked at him and nodded. "Once I'm no longer pure, the spell will be broken. But..." I put my hand on his cheek. "There are no secrets. Make your move." Then I whispered to him. "Set me free."
Those three short sentences stayed in his head so he could write a new song for his next album. He decided that if he wanted to be with me, he had to make his move. He started kissing me again, getting passionate. He got up, went over to the door and locked it. He came back and started passionately kissing me again.
After 30 Minutes
We were sweating and panting under the covers of the bed. Michael looked at me and put his hand on my cheek. I looked back at him with a slight worried face.
"Even without one thing...you'll still be pure to me, Rebecca." He told me.
I smiled a little at him, the worry going away. "Thanks for saying that. And you'll still be a gentleman to me." I said to him.
He smiled back and kissed me softly. "I love you, Rebecca."
"I love you, too, Michael."
Soon enough, we fell asleep, side by side, feeling pretty good about our expressed love to each other.