Michael and Me Chapter 1

Michael and Me Chapter 1

The bright set lights slowly faded to black. "And Cut! That’s a wrap! Great job guys! Great job Michael."
"Thanks, umm... where is she?"
"I think I saw her sitting in your chair."
"Ok, thanks." He approached the Michael Jackson embroidered chair with blond hair flowing from the back. "Angie?"
"Michael!" The slim, tall figure stood up from the chair and rushed to give Michael a big hug and a quick kiss. "There you are! I can’t see anything in here!"
"So how did you like the video?"
"Oh my gosh!" How could I not love it? You were fantastic!" A warm smile crept onto his exhausted face. "Angie, I love you. You always know how to perk me up." She looked up at him and she could see the tireless sparkle that always seemed to be alive and well in his eyes. "Alright then." he said as he grabbed her hand. "Let’s get out of here."
"Michael! Can you tell us anything about you new video?"
"Angie! Do you have any comments on your boyfriends work?"
"Michael! Is it true you and Angie are engaged?" As the questions, cameras, and "No comments” continued on the short walk to their car, Angie slipped in a whisper to Michael, "I have no idea how you deal with this every day. This is why I usually stay home."
"What’s wrong? Don’t you like being called my Queen of Pop?" he laughed.
"What?!? When did that start?"
"The second someone got a photo of us and learned your name."
"Oh Gosh..."
Later that night a delicious smell drifted from the kitchen that drew Michael in. “Hey Thomas! What are you mak…. Angie?”
“At your service. Ha ha.”
“Where’s Thomas?”
“I gave him the night off. I felt like doing the cooking around here for a change. No organic stuff tonight.”
“I didn’t know you could cook?”
“There’s a lot you don’t know.”
“Hmpf. I guess so.” Looking annoyed he crossed his arms. He then shook his head and laughed. “And that’s another reason why I love you. You’ve always got some sort of surprise up your sleeve.”
“Speaking of sleeves, roll yours up. You’re helping me.”
“Alright.” Still laughing he obediently rolled up his sleeves. “Ok Iron Chef, what are we making today?”
“Fried chicken.”
“Mmmm. My favorite!” He leaned over and kisses her neck.
“Ah!” Angie screamed in a fit of laughter! “Stop! Ha ha! That tickles! Hey! Knock it off! Ha Ha! I’ve got raw chicken in my hands!” Michael just laughed and continued kissing her neck. “Ha ha ha ha ha!!! Michael!!! Ha Ha! I’m so going to get you for this!! Ha ha!!!” Michael wrapped his arms around Angie’s waist and moved to her lips. “Mph!” said Angie surprised. She got more into it and wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes. When their lips finally parted they stood there staring deep into each other’s eyes. “Angie, you’re amazing”
“Huh?”
“I mean, you went from just an ordinary person to the second most stalked by the paparazzi. But you still have time to do normal things like cook dinner.”
“Are you saying that I’m not normal Michael Jackson?!?”
“Yep. Cause your one in a million.”
“Really?”
“Of course!”
“Aww! And you always know how to melt my heart.” She gently kissed him on the cheek. “Oh. Eww. You might want to shower before dinner though. I think I got chicken stuff in your hair.”
“Oh! Eww! Eww! Gross! Angie!” said Michael laughing and trying to get the chicken out of his hair.
“Ha Ha! Sorry! Go shower!”
“Ok, keeps things warm for me until I get back.”
“Ha ha. Sure, ok.” She turned around for another chicken wing and was greeted by a quick kiss. “And I mean everything.” Then he took off. “Grrr! Michael Jackson!” as she playfully shook her fist in the air. “God, I love that man.”