Him (A Michael Jackson Love Story) Part 10

"I love you Michael,"
"I love you too." He flashed me that happy smile. I smiled back. I couldn't help it. Michael was the like the sun. I revolved around him; and he's where I got my warmth. He walked off and I watched him go. "Don't forget," he called back, eagerly. Was I nervous? No....but it was a huge sacrifice. My virginity? I'd be giving it all away. A small part of my mind said "NO DON'T DO THIS." This thought left as quickly as it had came. Michael was the reason I was still alive. I could trust him with everything no matter how personal it was. I was perched next to a small pond. Fish swam in a colorful splash of illumination. The smallest one caught my eye. It was red with yellow splotches. Its eyes screamed of loneliness. It swam slowly while the others sprinted ahead. I cupped my hands and filled them with water. The fish willingly swam into them. "Hi, baby..." The fish looked at me. Its eyes were sprinkled with the stars that floated in the sky above it. He reminded me of Michael. Small, in need of some love. Selfless. "Wait here..." I ran into our house. A medium sized clear bowl sat on the marble counter tops. I held it carefully and headed towards the door. I crossed Michael's path on the way. He was wearing a black robe that ran until his knees. It was opened a lttle bit at his chest. He blushed upon me seeing him. "Hi, sweetie." I said, kissing his cheek. "I love you." "Where are you going," he questioned. "I'll be right back." Curious, he trailed behind me. "Baby," he whined. "Yes, dear?" "Why won't you get ready," he asked hurt. "Come with me, puppy." Confused, he continued to shadow me. I sat at the pond. Filling the bowl, I placed the fish inside. It seemingly smiled. Michael's forehead creased. "He reminds me of you." Michael frowned. "So I'm a lonely, slippery creature." "No, you are a selfless, sleek wonder of this earth." He wrapped his arms around me. He let go grabbing the bowl. Now I was confused. Taking out teh sharpie in his pocket, he wrote, "Michissa" "Its our fish." he explained. "IT represents us, united." Tears rolled down his cheek. I wiped them away with my thumb. I love you. My heart was beating. "Go get ready," he insisted. this time, I did not hesitate. Running up to my room, I undressed. There were so many things i could wear. I was no slut so lingerie was so out. I didnt have any but it had been a huge consideration. I ended up slipping on a short yellow dress that ran right to my thighs. Good enough. I slipped down the stairs. He met me halfway. Hand in hand, he led me to the bedroom. The door closed and....(to be continued)