The Following Morning
Michael was the first to wake up. (Me: Usually I am, but he beat me to it and I stayed up late lol) He sat up and stretched and looked on the floor. He saw me still asleep and smiled. He looked on a chair in my room and saw his clothes, set and ready and dry. He carefully got out of bed and went over to the chair and grabbed his clothes. When he turned around, I woke up and sat up. He walked over to me and knelt beside me. He kissed my cheek and I giggled.
"Morning, Rebecca." He said, putting his arm around my shoulder.
I smiled. "Good morning, Smooth Criminal. Haha." I said, giggling.
He rolled his eyes and giggled. He got up and helped me up. I checked the back of his head and didn't feel the bump anymore.
"Is there still a bump?"
"Nope, Michael. The bump is gone."
"Thank God."
I giggled. "Bathroom's over there, if you need to change." I pointed to my bathroom.
He turned to the door and then turned to me and nodded. "Thank you." He was about to walk into the bathroom, but stopped and turned back to me. "What should I do with-"
"There's a hamper in there. You can put them in it."
"Could I...well...could I keep it? I've never slept in something like this before."
I thought about it after a little while and nodded. "Sure. You can keep it."
He smiled. "Thanks." He then went into the bathroom to change.
I got what I'd wear and changed into them while Michael changed in the bathroom. I then fixed my hair and did my make-up. Michael came out of the bathroom and came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I looked in the mirror and saw Michael and giggled.
"Hey Michael. Need anything?"
"2 things, really."
"And they are?"
"One, a kiss..."
I giggled and turned my head and kissed him. "What's the 2nd thing you need?"
He giggled, a bit embarrassed. "Could you help tie my tie, please?"
"Sure. No problem."
He removed his arms and I turned to him and started tying his tie. Once I finished, I fixed it up a bit. He smiled and kissed me.
"Thank you, Rebecca."
I kissed him back and smiled. "You're welcome."
Suddenly, we heard a knock. My door opened and my parents came in. When they saw Michael, they were in shock.
"Oh my goodness..." My mom muttered. "You're Michael Jackson."
Michael smiled and nodded. "Yes I am. You two must be Rebecca's parents. Am I correct?"
My dad nodded. "Yes we are. Rebecca, you know the rules about having boys in the room." He told me.
"Right. Sorry, Dad. But he got a bump on his head yesterday, so I had to watch him. It's not like we slept in the same bed."
"She's right, dad. I can speak for her." Alex said, coming into the room.
I looked at Michael and Michael looked back at me while Alex explained the whole thing to my parents. My mom nodded and so did my dad, obviously now understanding the whole situation.
"Okay, we'll let it go. Since you are 18 anyway." My mom said to me.
"Thanks, Mom and Dad. Well, we gotta head out to rehearsals. They're gonna start soon. Come along, Michael."
I walked out of the room, with Michael, mouthing 'Thanks' to Alex and we soon left for rehearsals.
At Rehearsals
We ran through the Smooth Criminal number about 20 times, each time trying to perfect it in every way possible. Watching Michael dance and listening to him sing was an awesome sight up close. I could imagine his fans and how excited they were when they got to see him while he was on his Bad Tour.
"Alright. Let's take a 5 minute break, everyone." Michael said.
All the dancers went to break soon after Michael announced it. Michael sighed in relief and walked over to me. I handed him a bottle of water and he took it.
"Thanks, Rebecca."
"No problem, Michael. It's perfect so far." I said.
He smiled a little and chuckled. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."
"I mean it, Michael. It is."
Soon, his smile grew and he kissed my cheek. "Thanks. Glad you think so."
I kissed his cheek back. "I don't think so. I know so."
He giggled and soon, we went back into rehearsing Smooth Criminal 20 more times.
After Rehearsals
"Great job, everyone! We'll go on tomorrow, starting from after Michael leaves Club 30's!" Frank called out.
Kelly ran up to me and Michael with Sean and Brandon. "Wow! You were great! Both of you were!" She said.
I giggled and said, "Thanks, but Michael was better."
Michael turned to me. "No, you were." He said.
I poked him. "No, you were."
He poked back and we had a poking war start. Kelly, Sean and Brandon giggled at us. Then they heard a horn honking.
"Well, that's my mom. See you guys tomorrow! Come on, Sean and Brandon."
Kelly soon headed out with Sean and Brandon. Michael and I stopped our epic poke war and waved at them. Michael turned to me and put his arm around my waist.
"Wanna go on our picnic lunch now?"
I turned to him and smiled. "Sure, Michael."
He smiled, took his hand off my waist and held my hand. Soon, he and I headed to the park.
At The Park
We walked through the park and found the tree we were in a while back. There was a blanket, a basket and no one, but us, was around.
I looked at Michael. "A private picnic lunch?" I asked. "You planned all this?"
Michael looked back at me and smiled a little. "Of course. I wouldn't want anyone, especially the paparazzi, to bother us." He stated.
I nodded. "Good. Smart idea."
He giggled and we sat down and got the food items out of the basket and started eating. We also chatted away and he even suggested for me to dance and sing more. I had only shown him the video my parents taped of me dancing and singing along to Billie Jean when he was on Motown 25. Although, I have always wanted to dance and sing more often than I did. We were so busy laughing and having fun, that we didn't even notice a few paparazzi members hiding in the bushing, snapping secretive shots of me and Michael, having our picnic lunch date. Soon, Michael and I (after we finished eating and put everything up) left the park and he walked me home.
Arriving At My House
Once we got to my house, I noticed that no one was home. Both cars were gone and so were the skateboards and the bike.
'They must have gone out with their friends and such...people that bug me about what I do, really.' I thought.
I turned to Michael and smiled. "Do you wanna come inside? You can, if you want to." I said.
He smiled back and nodded. "Sure, thanks." He said.
I unlocked the door and we walked in and put the basket on the table and went to the couch. I turned on the VCR and put in The Wizard Of Oz. Michael turned to me in shock.
"How did you know The Wizard Of Oz was my favorite movie? Oh wait, I told you. Woops haha." He giggled.
I giggled and we sat down on the couch and watched the movie. He put his arm around me and I put my head on his shoulder. We looked at each other and kissed and then started watching the movie, eventually falling asleep.