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Chapter 11

“Okay, fine. Maybe you were right. We should’ve came to my house,” I told Michael as I unlocked the door and walked in. “Mom! Dad! I’m home! Michael, you can sit on the couch and grab a snack if you like,” I told him and ran up the steps to my parent’s room.

“Harmony, we’ll be right down,” I heard my mom say.

“Can I come in?”

“Yes,” I walked into the room to find my mom putting on her sweater and my dad laying on the bed, flipping stations.

“Dad, did mom not give you the memo that I was bringing Michael over?”

“When is he coming over?”

“He’s here now, sitting on the couch.”

“You could’ve told me he was coming over, Harmony.”

“I told mom who was obviously supposed to tell you.”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll be right down,” he said and began to get out of bed. “Go downstairs.”

“Fine,” I groaned and ran back downstairs to find Michael looking through my parents cassette and record collection. “Find any good music?” I asked.

“Yeah. Your parents have good taste in music. Charlie Chaplins’ ‘Smile’ is my favorite song. May I listen to it?”

“Sure,” I said and turned on the record player.

He handed it to me and sat down. “I love this song so much. Come sit down,” he patted the spot next to him.

I sat down and lay my head on his shoulder.

“Hello, Michael,” my mom ran down the stairs and smiled at him.

“Hello, Mrs. Jacobs,” he smiled and stood up to shake her hand.

“Thank you very much for taking Harmony home.”

“It was my pleasure.”

“So, you’re Michael. My goodness. You resemble Michael Jackson tremendously,” my dad smiled and shook my hand.

“Sir, I am Michael Jackson,” Michael laughed.

“You are?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Really? If so, then who… wait, no. That’s too easy. Okay. Okay. What was ‘your’ hit single off of the ‘Off The Wall’ album?”

“‘Don’t Stop ’til You Get Enough.’”

“That was too easy.”

“No. A lot of people think it’s either ‘Off The Wall’ or ‘Rock With You,’” Michael explained.

“Impressive. Sit down. Sit down. Tell me what brought you into my daughters’ life,” my dad smiled.

I blushed and looked away.

“Well, uh,” Michael laughed. “I saw her to be a very bright and beautiful young lady. She was also a new student. Being a student ambassador, I always befriend new students,” he explained and held my hand.

“Well, that’s nice,” my mom smiled and looked down at our hands. “So, you two are now…?”

“Yes, mom. We’re dating down,” I smiled.

“So, how did you ask my daughter out?” My dad asked.

“It was really hard at first because I tried to ask her out in class and I get interrupted then after that I tried again right before we were about to take a quiz and I got interrupted. Then she didn’t understand the quiz so I offered to help her out in the tutor room and I was about to ask her out there, but the fire alarm went off.” Everyone laughed including myself, just blushing away. “Then when we got back inside, I tried again, but I figured it would be entirely too early and she comes out and tells me she likes me. I tell her I like her back then I finally ask and she says yes.” We all laugh. “It really was a funny way to ask someone. I mean, I kept getting interrupted each time. But now she’s my girl. So, I’m really happy about that.” He looked at me and kissed my forehead.

“Awwh,” my mom smiled and leaned into my dad.

“Don’t you think that was rather quick? Within three days?” My dad asked.

“Yes, I did think it was way too early. I mean I’m really not that type of guy to ask a girl to go out with me that quick, that’s why I told her never mind and that it would be too early. But when she told me she liked me I figured it was fine and just asked her out.”

“Well, we’re honored to meet you, Michael,” my mom smiled and stood up.

“You know you’re her second boyfriend in awhile since we’ve moved so much. But we won’t be moving anytime soon.”

“Mom!” I turned red of embarrassment.

“Well, it’s true. Anyway, thank you for coming, Michael. You can come over anytime you want. You two play fair,” she said and walked upstairs.

“It was really nice to meet you, Michael,” my dad said and shook Michael’s hand. “Be nice to my daughter.”

“I will, sir. I promise,” Michael smiled as my parents went back upstairs.

“That went well,” I sighed and walked into the kitchen.

“So, you’re the only child?” He asked.

“Um, you can say that. I wasn’t really supposed to be here.”

“Why do you say that?”

“My mom was pregnant with twins when my parents lived in Japan way before my time. A boy and a girl. It sounds perfect. But she had a miscarriage. Then when they were moving to China, she became pregnant with me and that was it. After I was born, they decided no more.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. That’s why I like going over to your place because you have so many brothers and sisters.”


“Yeah. My mom doesn’t really talk about this, but she had a child way before the twins were supposed to be born. I guess he would’ve been my older brother. But he was kidnapped. So, I have an older brother on the other side of the world somewhere. So, I’m technically not an only child.”

“Do you wish you had seen him?”

“All the time.”

“Let’s get off of this topic. Is that a pool in your backyard?”

“Yeah. Wanna go swim?”

“I would love to right now.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” I say and go get my swimsuit.

When I come back downstairs, I notice Michael sitting at the bar and turned around to look at me. I wore a black and blue bikini with a towel wrapped around my waist because it would be really embarrassing to be half naked in front of him.

“I like it,” he smiled.

“Thank you. Are you going to swim in your clothes?” I laughed as I took his hand and led him out to the back.

“No. My boxers. That’ll be more comfortable, don’t you think?”

“Of course it would be,” I unwrapped the towel and placed it on a lawn chair. He bit his lip and watched as I walked into the pool. “Are you just gonna stare or get in?” I smiled.

“I’ll get in,” he began to take off his clothes. He looked so good, I just dunked myself under the water to keep from staring. I heard him jump in and got back on the surface. “The water isn’t too cold or too warm,” he told me as he swam closer to me.

“Nope. That’s how my parents like it,” I said and backed up onto the pool walls.

“Why are you getting away?” He laughed.

“I’m not. Just backing up,” I splashed him in the face and laughed.

“I’m gonna get you, Harmony,” he laughed and splashed me back.

I dunked under the water and swam to the other side of the pool, “Michael, come here,” I told him. He swam over and looked at me. His face was wet from the water.

“What?” He asked. Our lips were inches apart. I stared into his beautiful eyes and bit my lip. He looked at my lips and kissed me. I didn’t pushed away. I simply kissed him back and wrapped my arms and legs around him as he held my face in his hands. I could feel his hard-on pressing on my womanhood and moaned. He pushed his tongue between my lips and drenched me. Our tongues danced together in each other’s mouths.

“No, Michael. Come on. Lets get out,” I said and wiped my mouth.

“I wanna swim longer.”

“I don’t want my fingers to wrinkle,” I swam away and got out.

“I’ve never swam that quick,” he told me.

“Let’s go to my room. I’m cold.”

“Can I get my boxers washed?” Michael laughed as we walked past the laundry room.

“Sure. Uh, my dad should have a pair of pants or shorts around here for you to wear,” I said and looked around for something.

“I’ll just wear my jeans while they’re being washed.”

“Why didn’t I think of that?” I laughed and started the washer.

“Is there a restroom I could use to change in?”

“Right behind you.” Michael went in and I waited in my room. He came up in his outfit and sat down on the foot of my bed.

“Did you tell me to stop because you were getting nervous?” He asked.


“Then why did you want me to stop?” He smiled and inched closer to me.

“I don’t know. I’ll be right back. I’m going to take a quick shower. By the time I’m out, your boxers should be ready to go in the dryer,” I said and walked into my bathroom.

As I washed up, all I could think about was his hard-on pressing against me. It felt so good, but wrong at the same time. I plan on saving myself for marriage and I intend on keeping it that way. But damn… it felt so good. He literally made me wet. I wonder if he’s a virgin. Probably not with his fine self.

When I walked out with my oversized shirt, I came in my room to see him buckling his pants.

“Uh, I decided to put my boxers on in here,” he said while turning red of embarrassment.

“I can see that,” I smiled and sat on the bed.

“You know, it’s a weekend,” Michael reminded me.

“Yeah, I know,” I lifted my knees to my chest and curled my toes.

“Do you wanna do something tomorrow?”

“Why can’t we do something tonight?” I asked curiously.

“You want to?”

“Yeah, I mean…”


“Would you think it would be too forward if I asked you to stay over? I’m already as lonely as it is. Just me in a house with my freaky parents.”

He thought about it and sat by me, “it really is too forward, but I would love to stay over if you would like me to. I don’t wanna go back home anyways.”

“So, will you?”

“Yeah, Harmony.”

“Thanks, Michael,” I smiled and hugged him.

“You’re welcome.”

“So, what do you wanna do? We already swam. Did you eat?”

“No. I just looked through your parents music.”

“Oh, well, let’s go eat then. I’m starved,” I grabbed his hand and walked down the hallway. “Dad!” I knocked on my parents’ door.

“Yes, Harmony?” He answered.

“Can Michael stay over?”

“Don’t you think that’s too fast, sweetheart?” My mom chimed in.

“We won’t do anything, but watch movies and tv. Plus, I don’t wanna spend my weekend alone.”

“Sure, Harmony. No sex though,” my dad said.

“Dad, you know I’m not like that,” I groaned and ran down the stairs with Michaels’ hand still in mine.

“You know, I should probably call LaToya and have her bring me some clothes.”

“The phone is right there,” I pointed out and took some food out of the fridge. As I made two hamburgers, I could feel his eyes on me and I couldn’t help but smile. I heard him hang up the phone and flipped the burgers.

“Those ought to be good,” he said and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“They will be. Trust me. My mom and dad say I make the best burgers in town,” he kissed my cheek and sat down at the bar.

“Cheese or no cheese?”

“No cheese. Um, Harmony. Can I tell you something if you promise not to be mad at me?”

“Yeah, what?”

“Well, I’m a vegetarian,” he said and looked down.

“Really?” I sighed.

“Yeah. But I’ll eat it only because you made it.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just give it to my dad.” I wasn’t mad at all. Just disappointed. I wish he would’ve said something when he saw me pull the burgers out. But being the nice man he is, he probably decided not to say anything.

“You don’t have to. I’ll eat it.”

“You’ll probably throw it up. I’ll just give it to my dad. Would you like a salad or something?”

“I don’t want to make you sad, Harmony.”

“You’re not. I’m not sad. Would you like something else?”

“A salad will do,” he sighed and got up to help me make it.

After we are and gave my dad his sandwich, we watched a movie and cuddled in my bed. His arm was around and my hand was on his chest.

“I like that movie. It was great,” Michael told me.

“Yeah, it was,” I yawned and lifted his wrist to check the time. It was only seven seventeen and I was already tired.

“You’re already sleepy?” He asked and pushed my hair behind my ear.

“Yeah. I don’t know why though.”

“Probably because of that burger. It’s heavy meat.”

“Oh, right. That explains why you’re not tired.”

“Yeah. LaToya should be here any-” The doorbell rang.

“That must be her,” I said and went downstairs to open the door. “Hey, LaToya,” I smiled and took the bag with Michael’s clothes.

“Hey, harmony. I can’t stay long. You two have a great night,” she smiled and sped walked back to her car.

“That was quick,” Michael said and took his bag. The rest of the night we played games and chased each other around the house. Most of the time, it was him chasing me around the house. But other than that, it was fun.

By the time we got back to my room, we were both tired and it was only eleven forty.

“I’m tired now,” he yawned and pulled me on top of him.

I straddled him and could feel his bulge again. I swear if this boy keeps getting me wet…

“Goodnight, Michael,” I leaned down and kissed him. My hair draped our faces as we locked lips.

“Goodnight, Harmony,” he said as I lay beside him and went to sleep.

The next day at around noon, we went to his house. As we walked in, we saw Joe sitting in the living room with a mad look on his face.

“Where were you last night?”

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