*May 4th, 1988. Day before the wedding*
"Okay and then you shall say your vows, exchange rings and then kiss and be on your way!" said the minister. Michael and I and our family came to the church we are marrying in to do the rehearsal before the night is out. Tomorrow is mine and Michael's wedding. His arm is healed, my hair has shortened to shoulder length with chocolate low-lights and bleach blonde high-lights, Michael's look hasn't changed, and everything for the wedding is ready and prepared for tomorrow. I can't believe it's finally here. Michael and I are getting married tomorrow! Michael and I shook hands with the minister and we were all dismissed out of the church.
"Should we get something to eat before we separate for the night, baby?" asked Michael. "Sure. Where ever you want to go." We decided we wanted to go to The Cheesecake Factory and just have some dessert. Michael ordered the Vanilla Bean cheesecake and I ordered Tiramisu cheesecake. As usual, when Michel and I go out in public together (which is EXTREMELY little) we get attacked with questions by papparizzi and fans want pictures and blah blah blah. So these two little girls walk up to us and ask,"Are you Michael Jackson and Evanescence?" we both nodded our heads and smiled at them They were so adorable.
"Can we have a picture with you? Pleeaase?" said the one girl. We couldn't help but say yes to the sweet little faces. Their mother held up the camera and we each had a child on our laps and smiled, holding the children tight to us. "Thank you Evanescence! Thank you Michael Jackson!" said the girls. We both said good-bye and waved to them as they skipped with glee, holding hands and left the restaurant.
"They were too cute. So precious." said Michael, taking a small bite of his cheesecake. "Yeah. They really were adorable. Maybe we'll have a girl just as beautiful as them." "Well with your perfection, I don't see how we couldn't" said Michael, giving me a wink as I shockingly blushed at his comment. I have grown used to Michael complimenting me so I don't understand why I am blushing all of a sudden.
After we finished our cheesecake and left, Michael and I went back home so he could pack his bag to stay with his sister, Janet, for the night. I didn't want Michael to leave but we wanted to keep the tradition of the groom and bride sleeping apart. I assisted Michael with his clothes and helped him make sure he had everything. We headed downstairs and waited for Janet in the kithen. When we finally heard Janet pull up to the driveway and honk, we both went into depression. "I'll see you tomorrow." said Michael "I'll be the one white." "That's pretty convincing." I giggled at Michael's comment and hugged him tightly. I didn't want to forget how warm he felt against my chest.
After we released each other's grip from the hug, Michael starred into my eyes as I did so to him. He started to carress the side of my face and glide his fingers across my lips. I closed my eyes and kissed each of his finger tips as his fingers slid them across my mouth. When Michael finally put his whole hand on my cheek, he whispered softly, "I wish I could stay with you for a while. You look so beautiful tonight. You're eyes are so beautiful. You're mouth is so sweet. A lot of people don't understand me, but that's because they don't know me at all. They don't know how much I need you. God, I need you. I love you so much" I was touched by what Michael said to me. I couldn't help but pull him in for one kiss.
"I love you" I said just before he smashed his lips against mine. He was getting excited with every touch and every time our lips would lock together. "Just one more time" Michael whispered as we continued to kiss. "One more time what?" "Let me make love to you one more time while we're still like this." he moaned inbetween our kiss as he was pushing me towards the kitchen counter and taking a grip at the front of my jeans. "No, Michael. You have to go. We don't have time" "Please. Let me love you. I want you so much" he was moaning while sliding me up on top of the counter and pulling his waist in between my open legs. "Michael, stop. You have to go. I'll be completely yours tomorrow. You can have your way with me tomorrow night. I promise." I said, pulling myself off the counter
He wasn't happy but he knew I was right. There was no time and Janet was waiting for him. "Tomorrow is our day. It'll be perfect." I said as I gave him one last hug. "I love you, Michael." he didn't say anything. Just gave me a kiss on the forehead and smiled. I watched as he grabbed his bag and headed out the door. I ran after him to walk him to the car and send him off. "Wait! Michael!" he sat in the passenger seat of the car and rolled down the window. I stuck my head in and gave one more kiss and my "T" necklace I always wore that he gave me when we were children. "I'll still be with you as long as you have this necklace." Michael smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said,"Thank you. I love you too. See you tomorrow" and they drove away.
After they drove away, I headed inside and went upstairs to take a shower. It was nine o'clock and I needed to clean up before I head to bed. I took a nice, long, hot shower then dried my hair and laid down. I was shocked by how exhausted I felt. I figured by how excited I am for tomorrow that I would be wide awake but every minute I felt my eye lids getting heavier and heavier. I was thankful I actually was tired. Because then that means I could get better beauty sleep. And Lord knows I need it.
I could feel myself drifting further and further into a slumber. I didn't fight it because this is what I wanted. Within seconds, I knew I was asleep. And before I know it, I'll be waking up tomorrow morning, getting ready to marry Michael Jospeh Jackson.
"Okay and then you shall say your vows, exchange rings and then kiss and be on your way!" said the minister. Michael and I and our family came to the church we are marrying in to do the rehearsal before the night is out. Tomorrow is mine and Michael's wedding. His arm is healed, my hair has shortened to shoulder length with chocolate low-lights and bleach blonde high-lights, Michael's look hasn't changed, and everything for the wedding is ready and prepared for tomorrow. I can't believe it's finally here. Michael and I are getting married tomorrow! Michael and I shook hands with the minister and we were all dismissed out of the church.
"Should we get something to eat before we separate for the night, baby?" asked Michael. "Sure. Where ever you want to go." We decided we wanted to go to The Cheesecake Factory and just have some dessert. Michael ordered the Vanilla Bean cheesecake and I ordered Tiramisu cheesecake. As usual, when Michel and I go out in public together (which is EXTREMELY little) we get attacked with questions by papparizzi and fans want pictures and blah blah blah. So these two little girls walk up to us and ask,"Are you Michael Jackson and Evanescence?" we both nodded our heads and smiled at them They were so adorable.
"Can we have a picture with you? Pleeaase?" said the one girl. We couldn't help but say yes to the sweet little faces. Their mother held up the camera and we each had a child on our laps and smiled, holding the children tight to us. "Thank you Evanescence! Thank you Michael Jackson!" said the girls. We both said good-bye and waved to them as they skipped with glee, holding hands and left the restaurant.
"They were too cute. So precious." said Michael, taking a small bite of his cheesecake. "Yeah. They really were adorable. Maybe we'll have a girl just as beautiful as them." "Well with your perfection, I don't see how we couldn't" said Michael, giving me a wink as I shockingly blushed at his comment. I have grown used to Michael complimenting me so I don't understand why I am blushing all of a sudden.
After we finished our cheesecake and left, Michael and I went back home so he could pack his bag to stay with his sister, Janet, for the night. I didn't want Michael to leave but we wanted to keep the tradition of the groom and bride sleeping apart. I assisted Michael with his clothes and helped him make sure he had everything. We headed downstairs and waited for Janet in the kithen. When we finally heard Janet pull up to the driveway and honk, we both went into depression. "I'll see you tomorrow." said Michael "I'll be the one white." "That's pretty convincing." I giggled at Michael's comment and hugged him tightly. I didn't want to forget how warm he felt against my chest.
After we released each other's grip from the hug, Michael starred into my eyes as I did so to him. He started to carress the side of my face and glide his fingers across my lips. I closed my eyes and kissed each of his finger tips as his fingers slid them across my mouth. When Michael finally put his whole hand on my cheek, he whispered softly, "I wish I could stay with you for a while. You look so beautiful tonight. You're eyes are so beautiful. You're mouth is so sweet. A lot of people don't understand me, but that's because they don't know me at all. They don't know how much I need you. God, I need you. I love you so much" I was touched by what Michael said to me. I couldn't help but pull him in for one kiss.
"I love you" I said just before he smashed his lips against mine. He was getting excited with every touch and every time our lips would lock together. "Just one more time" Michael whispered as we continued to kiss. "One more time what?" "Let me make love to you one more time while we're still like this." he moaned inbetween our kiss as he was pushing me towards the kitchen counter and taking a grip at the front of my jeans. "No, Michael. You have to go. We don't have time" "Please. Let me love you. I want you so much" he was moaning while sliding me up on top of the counter and pulling his waist in between my open legs. "Michael, stop. You have to go. I'll be completely yours tomorrow. You can have your way with me tomorrow night. I promise." I said, pulling myself off the counter
He wasn't happy but he knew I was right. There was no time and Janet was waiting for him. "Tomorrow is our day. It'll be perfect." I said as I gave him one last hug. "I love you, Michael." he didn't say anything. Just gave me a kiss on the forehead and smiled. I watched as he grabbed his bag and headed out the door. I ran after him to walk him to the car and send him off. "Wait! Michael!" he sat in the passenger seat of the car and rolled down the window. I stuck my head in and gave one more kiss and my "T" necklace I always wore that he gave me when we were children. "I'll still be with you as long as you have this necklace." Michael smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek and said,"Thank you. I love you too. See you tomorrow" and they drove away.
After they drove away, I headed inside and went upstairs to take a shower. It was nine o'clock and I needed to clean up before I head to bed. I took a nice, long, hot shower then dried my hair and laid down. I was shocked by how exhausted I felt. I figured by how excited I am for tomorrow that I would be wide awake but every minute I felt my eye lids getting heavier and heavier. I was thankful I actually was tired. Because then that means I could get better beauty sleep. And Lord knows I need it.
I could feel myself drifting further and further into a slumber. I didn't fight it because this is what I wanted. Within seconds, I knew I was asleep. And before I know it, I'll be waking up tomorrow morning, getting ready to marry Michael Jospeh Jackson.
