A Couple Hours Later
I woke up, feeling a hand running through my hair (Me: Like back in Indiana, how I felt Michael's hand running through my hair when I was asleep). I looked up and saw Michael smiling at me. I smiled back at him.
"Evening, sleepyhead." He said.
I giggled. "Evening, Mike." I a dit back.
I lifted my head off of his shoulder and yawned a little. He removed his arm and yawned a little, too. I looked around and listened. Nobody was accueil and it honestly scared me. (Me: It actually does scare me how I'll be left alone in the house.) Michael noticed how my face was and rubbed my back.
"No need to be scared, Rebecca."
I sighed a little. "I can't help it. They've done this to be so many times, even when I was 5. I get scared because when I was 5, someone broke into the house and I was all alone. I was hiding until the person left. Since then, I've been scared and extremely paranoid, thinking someone would break in again."
"Oh my God..." He hugged me and continued to rub my back. "Don't worry. I'll protect you."
I hugged him back and put my head on his shoulder. "Thanks. toi are really sweet, Michael. The sweetest and most loving guy I know."
He giggled a little. "So I'm like the sweetest boyfriend toi ever had, huh?"
I lifted my head, looked at him and nodded. "Exactly."
He smiled and kissed me softly. "I'm glad toi think so, Rebecca. From what toi tell me almost every day, you're the sweetest girlfriend I've ever had."
I smiled a little and kissed him back. "Why thank you." I looked at my watch and then back at him. "It's 9pm. I don't think I wanna be here alone..."
"Do toi want me to stay over again ou do toi wanna come over to my house this time?"
"Could I see where toi live??"
He giggled a little and nodded. "Sure. Go get some things and we'll go to my house. How long do toi think your family is gonna be gone?"
"A week and a half, maybe 2 weeks. Wait...yeah, 2 weeks. They literally always do this to me. Every an they do this." (Me: Kinda like accueil Alone XD)
"Oh my God. Well, we can do a switch off. You'll stay with me for a week, then I'll stay with toi for that seconde week. How does that sound? That way toi won't be alone."
I smiled and giggled a little. "And neither would you. Brilliant idea. I like it."
Then I got up and went up to my room and packed for a week's stay at Michael's house, excited to know where he lives.
After Packing
I went back into the living room with my backpack of clothes and essentials, including my house keys. Michael and I went outside, after I set the alarm, and waited for Bill to montrer up. Once Bill arrived, we got in the car and he started driving to Michael's house. One thing I had always wondered about though had popped into my head.
"Didn't toi say toi use to drive before?" I asked.
Michael nodded. "Yeah, I did." He said.
"What made toi stop driving? If toi don't mind me asking."
"Well...I had gotten a ticket. Plus, my mother technically forced me to learn to drive."
"It must have been for a good reason if she forced you."
"Yeah, it was. But I still l’amour my mother regardless."
"That's good."
He put his arm around me and pulled me to him. He smiled and kissed my head. I smiled and put my head on his shoulder, putting my arm across his stomach, enjoying the rest of the ride we had to his house.
After 30 Minutes
Bill stopped the car and I saw gates opening and he drove through the gates. My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped. Michael saw my expression and giggled.
"Shocked, huh?" He asked.
I nodded, still shocked. "Oh my word...this place is huge!" I said.
He smiled a little. "It's still in a bit of construction. It should be done in about 2 years, if not later this year. But welcome to Neverland Valley Ranch, Rebecca."
I was still in shock from being able to stay in such a big area. Bill parked the car and we got out. I looked all around and I could tell my inner child came out. I put my arm through one of my backpack straps and followed Michael inside. My eyes went wide again. I stopped in my place and looked around.
"Oh wow...your house is beautiful, Michael."
Michael turned to me and smiled. "Thank you. Well, I'll let toi choose where toi wanna sleep. I have guest rooms and my room down here and upstairs."
I looked at him in shock. "You're room is 2 stories??"
He giggled and nodded. "Yep, it is."
'Oh wow...a 2-story bedroom. Never thought I'd live to see the jour that would happen.' I thought. "I guess I'll stay on the 1st floor of your room."
Michael smiled a little. "Figured you'd choose the 1st floor. toi do like black and red, right? Just to be sure."
I nodded and he opened the door to reveal a huge room with a dresser, a mirror, a king-side lit with red and black sheets and pillows, bookshelves filled with children's books, a closet full of bags of toys and super soakers and a TV. I looked around and put my bag down par the bed.
"Oh my goodness. This room is amazing, Michael."
He giggled. "I knew you'd like it. Wanna see mine, since it's upstairs?"
I nodded and he led me up the stairs and showed me his room. My eyes went wide once again at the sight of his room. He had a or bed, which had an inverted red part of it, toys, books, his outfits from the tour, souvenirs from fans from different countries, a TV like the one downstairs, and on the wall, above his bed, was the collage I gave him. It was framed with a decorative frame in gold, red and black. I got closer to the picture and looked at the frame around it.
"You framed it?"
Michael walked up beside me and nodded. "I didn't want it to get damaged. This seemed like the most logical way to prevent damage."
I looked at him and smiled. "That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done to my picture."
He smiled and kissed my cheek. "Are toi hungry? I can have my cooks cook something up real quick."
As if on cue, my stomach growled a little and I blushed. Michael giggled and we went downstairs.
At The Kitchen
Michael, once we got to the kitchen, asked the cooks to cook up anything that we could eat before heading to bed. They went to cook up some fried chicken (not heating up KFC's friend chicken, just cooking it up themselves). Once they finished cooking up the fried chicken, Michael and I ate the chicken. After we ate, we thanked the cooks and we entered the bedroom. He walked over to the door that led to the upstairs part of his room and turned back to me.
"The bathroom is right over there if toi need it." He said, pointing to the bathroom. "Just make yourself at home. Feel free to read any of the books, look through the toys, anything."
I looked to where he pointed and saw the bathroom and nodded to him. "Thanks so much, Michael."
"Not a problem, Rebecca. I'll be back in a bit once I change into my pajamas, okay?"
I nodded and he headed up to his room upstairs. I got my pajamas out and started changing into them. Once I finished changing into my pajamas, I walked over to the mirror and fixed my hair a bit. I walked back over to the lit and sat down and started french braiding my hair. It became a habit for me, I guess. Once I finished braiding my hair, as if on cue, Michael came back in the pajamas I let him wear and keep before. I bounced a little on the lit and giggled. Michael giggled, too.
"Like the lit and how bouncy it is?"
I giggled and nodded. "Yeah. My lit wasn't this bouncy. I feel so much like a kid again."
He giggled. "I know. Neverland is supposed to bring out the inner child in everyone."
"It sure got my inner child out, that's for sure."
He smiled and sat on the lit suivant to me. He put his arm around my shoulder and rubbed my arm.
I looked at Michael. "My parents won't know I was here, will they?"
Michael shook his head. "I'm sure they won't know. If they question, then maybe we'll tell them. Now, let's get some sleep. We have rehearsals tomorrow."
I nodded and we kissed and he headed up to his room. I got under the covers of the lit and put my head on the pillows. I hummed a aléatoire tune and soon fell asleep.
Upstairs With Michael
Michael came back into the downstairs part of his room and saw me asleep. (Me: He must have known because I kinda forgot.) He grabbed my phone and plugged my charger into the mur and put my phone on the charger. He kissed my head and headed back upstairs to his room. He put his phone on the charger and got under the covers of his bed. He put his arms behind his head and looked at the ceiling.
'She's so beautiful. I don't know if I should tell her that I'm in l’amour with her, though...I'm scared she may not l’amour me like that. But if she does...I want to be able to find out for myself. I know we like each other, but...are we quite ready to tell each other 'I l’amour you'?' He thought, sighing.
He turned to his hide and turned off his lamp and closed his eyes and muttered to himself, "I hope I don't mess this up with us. She's the best girl I've ever dated."
He soon fell asleep, thinking about what to do and what to say.