I held Michael's’ hand as he stood his ground.
“I stayed over Harmony’s house,” he said boldly.
“Did anyone say you could?” Joe asked.
“Mother said I don’t have to come back when you piss me off.”
“So, I pissed you off?” Joe walked to us and looked down at me. I was frightened. What was going to happen? They stared each other down until Joe went to sit back down and turned on the television. Michael still stood his ground and watched his father flip stations. I could tell he was not over this yet.
“Michael, let’s go up to your room,” I tried. He ignored me and continued staring. “Michael?” I asked and let go of his hand to look up at him. He acted as if he didn’t even acknowledge me. “Michael?” I pulled his head down to look at me. He finally looked at me as if to ask what I was doing. “Let’s go to your room,” I said to him and grabbed his hand. He followed me up and didn’t say anything but shut and locked the door. “Are you okay?” I asked. He walked to the window and looked out of it. “Michael, I’m only trying to help,” I said and walked to him. He looked at me as if I was annoying him. “Michael?”
“I don’t see why he always does that to me! Out of everyone else in the house, it’s always me. Like, he hates me or something,” he finally said and sat on his bed.
I sat beside him and lay my head on his shoulder, “I don’t think he hates you. He’s probably jealous of your success.”
“That just may be it,” he agreed and pushed my hair back. “Come here,” he sighed as he lay back not the bed and pulled me on top of him. “You make me so happy,” he said and kissed me.
“You make me happy too,” I smiled.
“How happy do I make you?”
“You make me happy enough to be glad that I moved here,” he smiled at that and kissed me passionately. Again, I felt a bulge against me. It felts so good, but I can’t do it. He rolled on top of me as we continued to kiss oh so passionately. His hands going underneath my shirt was a turn on for me. He seems so experienced.
A knock came to the door.
“Who is it?” He asked.
“I’m busy,” he kissed my neck.
“Does it matter?”
“Jeez. I was just asking,” she said and walked away.
“And that, my dear, is why you’re lucky,” he laughed and lifted my shirt to kiss my stomach. If he does any further I’m gonna have to stop him.
“I’m not ready,” I told him and bit my lip.
“I wasn’t going to without your permission,” he looked up at me with those lovely brown eyes of his.
“Are you sure? It sure did look like it.”
“I’m positive,” he smiled and came up to kiss me. “I have to go to rehearsal for my short film tomorrow,” he told me as he lay on the side of me and played in my hair.
“So, you won’t be at school?”
“Right. I was gonna invite you if your parents would allow you.”
“They probably will. I really don’t see why they wouldn’t. I mean, missing a school day is like moving to another city.”
“Well, since you put it that way… let’s call and ask him,” he laughed and picked up the phone on his nightstand.
“Right now?” I asked.
“Yup. Right now.”
I dialed the number and waited for one of my parents to answer. I sat criss-cross applesauce and Michael was sitting behind me with his head leaned on my shoulder and holding my waist.
“Hello?” My dad answered.
“Hi, Daddy,” I said in a cheery voice.
“Oh, hey, Harmony. How are you and Michael? Remember-”
“No sex. I know, I know. Anyway, we’re doing fine and I- Michael stop,” I laughed as he kissed my neck.
“What’s going on?” My dad asked.
“Nothing, dad. Michael!” I laughed and stood up.
“Harmony, what is he doing?”
“Nothing, daddy. Just tickling me. Anyway, I wanted to know if I could go to rehearsal with Michael tomorrow.”
“Doesn’t that mean missing school?”
“Dad, it’s like missing school and then moving.”
“Eh, true, but we’re not moving.”
“Dad, please. This may be my only chance to see this,” I begged. The line was silent.
“I don’t see why not. But you’ll have to check with your mother. Hold on,” he said.
“Hey, baby,” my mom heavily breathed. Apparently, they were busy. Whoop-dee-doo.
“I wanted to know if I could go to rehearsal with Michael.”
“That means missing school,” my mom said with another heavy breath. And they tell me not to have sex!
“I know, but I may not get another opportunity like this,” I begged. Michael came up behind me and picked me up. “Michael, put me down!” I scream-laughed.
“As you wish,” he smiled and dropped me on the bed, then hurried to get on top of me and between my legs. That seriously turned me on.
“What was that?” My mom asked.
“Nothing, Michael and I were just playing. But please, mom?” I begged. I heard her moan in the background. One word… Disturbing.
“Yeah. Okay. Love you, baby. Bye!” She said and hung up the phone.
“What they say?” Michael asked as he traced my flat stomach with his finger.
“They both said yes.”
“Well, aren’t you lucky?” He smiled and kissed me. That big bulge touched me again and I got wet.
“Very lucky,” I moaned.
He smiled, “well, I don’t wanna stay the night here. I wanna go over your house again. It’s more quiet there.”
“With what my parents are doing, I guarantee this place is more quieter than you think.”
“I don’t care,” he said and kissed my neck.
“Ugh, Michael, you always make things complicated,” I laughed and sat up.
“I know,” he smiled and unlocked the door.
“Just give me a kiss right here,” he pointed at his lips. I shook my head and kissed him. Our tongues danced in each others’ mouths again. It felt like pure heaven. I mean, I was wrenching Michael Jackson. How lucky could one get?