Chapter 11
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Our first date date was tonight. Michael had it planned out. Though I really did not know what he could possibly plan here when he was stuck at home.
Under house arrest. But he was Michael Jackson. I was sure our first date was going to be great. My heart never felt so full or so happy right now. I loved my best friend and he liked me.
That was another thing. He was at like. He was not at the same level that I was. I did not want to scare him off by confessing my undying love for him. I was grateful that I had his attention on me.
I was sure once the person who framed him was behind bars, he was going to lose interest in me. Right now, I was the only real female around. Kendall was great. But Kendall, well she liked women. I did not have a thing to worry about with Kendall. I did enjoy having all of Michael's full attention on me for once.
"I came over as soon as I could. I brought my dresses you requested as well. What is going on? Are you having someone come over here to interview you guys?" Kendall questions me as she comes entering in my room with a handful of dresses on each hand.
I grin. "I am not being interviewed. But I do need to look really nice for tonight" I confide in her.
"Interesting. Tell me more? Do you have a hot date? Wait a moment! You can't have a hot date! Everyone will see you are not out with Michael! You can't do this to him!" worries Kendall.
I laugh. "Slow down there. I am not going out with another man. Michael asked me out on a date" I inform her. "After we shared those amazing kisses, he admitted that he would love to see where this is leading us. I am so thrilled! A real date with Michael!" I exclaim happily.
Kendall looks perplexed. "But you can't go any-where! He can't leave the house! So how can you two go on a date?" she laughs.
"Michael has a date for the two of us here at Neverland. I do not have to have a fancy date. We did not have a first real date anyway. We jumped into marriage. It is kind of funny to be dating my husband" I giggle. "But at least this will ease his mind off everything that is going on. And who knows maybe when this is all over, then this marriage really will be real after all." I tell her.
I look down at the dressed she laid out on my bed for me.
"You are in love with Michael! Why did I not ever see this before! You have always been at his side. You never date! It all makes sense! You love him!" she gasps. Her eyes are wide with surprise.
I grab her by the shoulders. "Do not tell him! Please!! I do not want to scare him off. He may like me right now or have a crush. I want to have this chance with him. This is all I ever wanted" I beg of her. "Please do not tell him that I am in love with him" I beg her pleadingly.
She nods. "I would never do that. You are my friend too" she reminds me. I hug her. "I hope things work out for the both of you. Michael should be happy. I think at times you really have made him happy" she remarks.
I grin. "Thank you! Now please help me with what to wear!" I beg her. "I want to look nice for this first date" I beg her.
"You are going to look great when I am done with you. And girl.... I am sorry but those glasses of yours have to go" she laughs. "Do you have contacts?" she wonders.
"I do but when my allergies get bad my eyes itch. I wore them at the wedding" I remind her.
"Alright. Let's get to it. We have work to do" she says as she grins at me.
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About an hour or two later she was done with me. I sneeze as my eyes water and I blink a contact back into my right eyeball. She had done my hair as well as my make-up. She hands me a mirror.
I glance down at my reflection. My long curly brown hair was cascading down my back. My bands were perfect. My make-up was darker than I normally liked. She had red on my lips. I was fair skin toned. So, I liked to go with light or dark pinks. It was not too bad. But just not me.
"What do you think?" she wonders.
I nod. "I like it. It is not...me" I admit.
"Exactly. I work alongside some make-up artist. They showed me some tricks to what is really in right now. I tried some looks on you. I like red on you" she tells me. "Sexy! Michael is going to love it"
Soon it was time for the date. I was getting my high heels on my feet once Kendall had left. I hear a light knocking on my bedroom door. I glance over at the clock that was near my wall by my bed. Date time.
Michael!
My heart flutters with a rush of excitement. Michael comes in my room and he is all dressed up. Wearing a sleek black shirt. And a coat over the shirt. One that I loved with the gold fringes. He knew I loved that look on him. He had an arrangement of sunflowers to. He knew they were my favorite flower.
"Michael thank you! These look so pretty!" I gush happily over the flowers.
He kisses my cheek after he hands them to me. He grabs my vase that I kept on my dresser. He heads in my little bathroom there. And pours water in it. Then he helps me place the flowers in the water. I can't get over how stunning he looks. He made my heart race standing so close to his side.
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"Ready for our first date?" he asks me with a happy twinkle in his adorable brown eyes. I nod.
"More than ready" I say to him. He kisses me lightly on the lips then offers me his arm.
He offers me his arm. I take it. He smiles at me. "This way" he says softly to me.
We head to his room that is the theater. When he turns it on there are lights all over. And a table in the corner of the room with a candle lit on it. Soft jazz music plays over-head.
He turns on the huge screen after he has me sit down at the table. Paris, France plays on the screen. I gasp with delight. There is a little Paris tower there on the table. And a set of fancy colored macrons.
"Michael how did you manage to do all this?" I giggle happily.
He grins. "Well I figured that if we can't go to Paris or where ever we want to right now then it can come to us!" informs me. I loved this idea. "So, what do you think?" he asks me.
"Oh, Michael I love this idea! You spoil me" I giggle.
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We have a lovely French like dinner that his personal chef prepared for me. We chatted away as we enjoyed our meal. I loved the little images that played over on the screen of France. Michael told me that he took the footage himself on his last trip over. He never had a chance to show it to me.
I loved how his attention was all on me. No one came in interrupting us. Ruining this moment with us. I did not feel at all nervous as I normally did when I was out on a date. When I had gone out on a date, I could hardly think of a thing to say when I was so nervous. But Michael always could draw out my shyness.
He was so easy going. I could talk to him all night. I loved hearing stories about himself that he shared with me. It was such a fun date. It was starting to get late, but I could stay up all night with him if he wanted to do that.
Michael turns up the soft jazz music. He offers me his hand. He leads me over by the screen. He pulls me in his embrace for a slow dance. His arm is holding me up behind my back. My head rests on his shoulder.
His other right hand holds my hand in his. Our fingers are intertwined together. He was a great dancer. We hardly got to dance at our wedding because of all the things that happened.
"Are you having an enjoyable time?" he asks me so softly that I almost did not hear him.
I pull back so that I can look at him. "I am having a wonderful time" I promise him.
He smiles my way. I can't help but smile back. "I would like to take you out again. If you will have me?" he asks me.
I nod. "Yes please" I say happily.
"You look so unlike you. I like it. But your hair looks so pretty all pulled up and out of your beautiful face. Pink is best on you I think" he says thoughtfully.
I beam with pleasure. "Really? You think so?" I ask him. He nods.
"I do" he says to me.
"Michael you always say the sweetest things" I giggle.
"What did I say?" he laughs.
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We went outside for a moonlight walk. You could see all the stars in the sky from Neverland. It was lovely. Out of the city. I always loved this place. It was magical. My heart had so many things that it wanted me to ask Michael. But I felt deep down now was not the right time for that. Not yet.
"When I get free of this tacky thing on my leg, I will take you on a real date" he promises me softly. He pulls me back in his arms. We look up admiring the sky together.
"I am fine. No matter where I am as long as I can spend my time with you Michael. Then I am happy" I promise him.
"Renee?" he asks me.
"Yes?"
"Back during the wedding Janet said something funny to me. But I brushed it aside until now" he mentions.
"What is that?" I ask.
"Well, she said that she always knew you had a thing for me. And that she was thrilled that we finally got together. And back when we shared our first kiss, I felt a spark between us. How come you never told me you had feelings for me? I thought we share everything together?" he asks me.
A little shocked by that one I take a deep breath before I answer. "Michael, I had feelings for you before all this happened. But I did not want to act on them. You are so important to me. I did not want to ruin our friendship. You get that right? I mean if you did not feel the same then I ruined what we have I felt that it was not worth telling you. I did not want to ruin anything" I admit.
He rubs my back gently. "Never be afraid to tell me anything. Please never feel like you have to hide something from me. How many times have I shared things with you? I feel so bad that you felt the need to hide it. How hard it must have been for you for so long" he says softly. "Renee..." he says as he looks sympathetically at me. He touches my cheek with his hand. Then rubs my chin with his fingers. "Sweet girl!" he whispers to me.
Then his lips fall to mine. "I am so lucky to have you in my life" he tells me after this beautiful kiss ends. "I can't wait to see where this leads us" he says to me.
"Me either" I answer him.
His lips fall back to mine. I had dreamt about a night like this so many times. I was so tempted to tell him that I was in love with him. But I did not want to rush this.
We had all the time in the world. Then maybe one day he would be at where I was. And my husband would return his love for me. That was the only thing in the world that I ever wanted. I wanted this. I wanted Michael.
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