I Love You More | MJJ ✔️

{Chapter 18}

On the next day, I wake up at 6am and get ready. I'm wearing my favourite black shirt, light-blue jeans with a black belt and black sneakers. I grab my backpack, pick up my luggage and go downstairs to have breakfast. I don't really eat when I have to go on a trip and I don't know why. That's my habit.

At 7am, I hear a car-horn outside of my house. I kiss goodbye to my parents and finally, leave home. I meet Mr.Dileo in the car again.

"Good morning, Laura."

"Good morning. How're you?"

"I'm good. I bet you're excited."

"Very!"

"And..."

"Yeah?"

"What about what I've told you?"

"I nearly forgot it but yeah, I'm still thinking."

"Thinking of?"

"Frank, I'm still so confused because you make sense. Michael didn't usually call me 'girl' or 'sweetheart' but he's doing that since a month ago. I noticed it."

"Oh, did he? He said he's scared to even do that."

"Yes, he did. He's still doing it."

"Doesn't that give you butterflies or something?"

"I think I don't..? I just felt strange because of that. I've never thought about it in a romantic way."

"You're so not romantic."

"I know."

We chuckle.

A few minutes before arriving at the airport, Mr.Dileo asks me again.

"Are you not gonna change your answer?"

"I think I won't."

"He wants you, Laura. He says he feels lonely without you. He needs you."

"I know...but...ahh, I'm not sure."

"Oh, there he is."

"Where?"

There stands Michael Jackson in his typical red shirt, black pants, black shoes and the fedora. His ponytail looks cute today by the way.

"Think about it deeply, Laura. I'll trust you."

"I promise you I'll think about it carefully."

"Alright. Have a nice trip!"

"Thank you, Frank. I'll see you later."

I go out of the car and I see Michael walking to me, smiling.

"There she comes in her all-time favourite black shirt."

"You even notice it!?"

"I notice everything about you."

Okay.....

Bill brings my luggage to the jet.

"Wait? A private jet?"

"Laura. You know I can't go with a normal plane, right?"

"Ugh, true. I sometimes forget that you're Michael Jackson, the King of Pop."

"You see me as a normal person?"

"You ARE a normal person. What're you saying?"

He chuckles. Awwwn.

"I love it. Now, let's go."

He puts his left arm on my waist and we walk to the jet.

No sooner do we sit down than Michael asks the flight attendant to bring us the menu.

"Are we already eating?"

"No, it's for lunch. Write down and tick everything you don't want or you want. All you wish."

The flight attendant gives me a piece of paper and LORD, there are a whole lot of choices. I don't really avoid anything so I just chose fish and chips.

"Any drinks?"

"Just water, please."

"Sure. Have a nice trip, ma'am."

"Thank you."

She walks away from us.

"What did you choose?"

"Fish and chips."

"Good! I can sneak some chips from you."

"That is some good plan."

"I always come up with good plans, don't I?"

"Oh, sure, you do."

Bill walks to him.

"Mr.Jackson, I'll be there with the pilot and call me anytime you need me."

"Thank you, Bill."

He walks to the front.

"Doesn't he sit with you?"

"Oh, he normally does."

"Is he even comfortable? Am I bothering him?"

"Not at all. I asked him to go sit with the pilot."

"Oh."

Michael REALLY wants some alone time with me. I look outside of the window and sigh.

"Did you just sigh?"

"Hmm? Did I?"

"Yeah, are you okay?"

"I told you I'm not Annie."

"Laura!"

He cracks up.

"I really love your humour that appears very suddenly and unexpectedly."

"I told you I'm one of the goofiest people alive."

"That's why I like you."

"I know."

I look outside again. Damn, I love sitting at the window seat every time I travel by plane. The view from there just...PERFECT.

"Umm..."

I look at him.

"I guess you love staring outside?"

"Yeah, it's beautiful out there."

"I know. I love it. I want those trees and mountains and everything stay like this forever. I don't want them destroyed or spoiled. I don't want to see that."

"It would be very scary."

"True. Don't tell anyone but I'm writing a song about it."

"Oh, really? What's it called?"

"I still can't decide on the name. Maybe Earth song? Does that sound good?"

"Simple. Yet interesting."

"Isn't it? I even want to make it into a short film in the near future."

"Well, I can't wait for it then!"

"I won't let you down. I promise."

"Excuse me."

The flight attendant stands beside us and serves us our lunch. I didn't even notice time flew that fast. So, we have lunch together and we don't have time to talk because Michael keeps trying to steal my fries and I'm yelling at him. We're being kids. Excuse us.

(Fun fact : Michael Jackson calls his music videos "short films".)