Walking on Tip Toes
Chapter 2: Are you with me?
She woke up with a jolt, the sound of her alarm clock ringing through her ears painfully. It had nearly scared her to death and as she let out an exasperated breath of air, Olivia reached over and flicked off the alarm. It was 10 am and she remembered that today was the day she was to meet up with the same man she had encountered the day before at the movie theater. She was excited and anxious to see who was hiding behind those dark shades and mustache. The one thing that ran through her mind, though, was the question of why he was in disguise in the first place? He must have had a reason, right? Shrugging the thought away, Olivia swung her feet around to edge of the bed and stood up, stretching her arms above her head and yawning softly. She had taken a shower last night before going to bed so all she had to do was get dressed and eat breakfast.
Her long cocoa-brown waves fell down the curves of her back, a few pieces falling to the front and resting on the mounds of her breasts. She hobbled into the bathroom to brush her pearly white teeth, wash her face, and smile at the reflection of herself that stared right back through the glassy mirror. Finally. There was some sort of excitement in her life after so many years of being trapped in a robotic routine. Olivia had always been daddy's little girl for all of her life, doing what she was told when she was told to do it and never disappointing him. Some people would call her a prude, but she only thought of it as she was more pure than those people would ever be. But once she had entered high school and her eyes feasted on the rather charming opposite sex, Olivia found that she was beginning to contradict herself. Before, she had always thought of sex as a sin, that virginity was the greatest gift God could have given a woman. Now, she fantasized about having a man touch her and caress her, pleasure her until she begged for him to stop. She longed for someone to treat her like she was the only thing that mattered in his life.
Olivia slipped into a pair of black leggings that stopped at her ankle bone, and a baggy peach-colored button up shirt. Her long hair, on the other hand, was now tied back in a loose braid that fell over her shoulder. Not one little bit of makeup did she wear. She switched the light off on the bathroom and practically danced her way down the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast. She was in a good mood and she was ready to start the day. Once in the kitchen, Olivia pranced over to her father was currently making fresh scrambled eggs, a large smile plastered on her face as she kissed his cheek.
"Morning, daddy. The eggs smell amazing," she told him, moving to the fridge.
Her father flipped the eggs and then put them onto a light blue glass plate, sitting it on the dining table just for her. Her father always made breakfast for her when he was awake. It was something Olivia always loved.
"I made them just for you, pumpkin."
She giggled and poured herself a glass of orange juice, setting it beside her plate of eggs and she sat down gracefully just as always. Olivia lifted her hand and picked up the fork, taking a bite of her eggs.
"So..daddy..." She spoke as she swallowed.
Her father began making his own batch of eggs, cracking them open and pouring the yoke onto the frying pan. "Yes, sweetheart?"
She took a sip of orange juice and looked away from her father's gaze, nervous of what he was going to say. Should she tell him that she was going to meet someone at the theater? She never met any boys for anything. She had a feeling her father wouldn't approve of it.
"I um..I'm going back to the movie theater today.."
Her father blinked and sat down at the table across from his daughter, a slightly confused look on his face.
"Again? Are you sure? I was thinking that you and I could-"
Olivia shook her head and reached out, gently caressing her father's hand.
"Sorry daddy. I really want to go again."
Olivia stood from the table, placing her empty plate in the sink after she had finished eating and she grabbed her purse with a silly twirl. Her father was watching her with a raised eyebrow and a grin on his face.
"What has gotten into you today? You seem very happy."
She nodded, a bright smile on her face. "I am. I will see you later for dinner, okay? Bye daddy."
And with that, Olivia walked out of the front door and made her way down to the movie theater. She was glad that nearly everything in town was so close to her home. That way she didn't even need a car! It definitely saved her time and money. That was something her father was surely happy about. It wasn't too long before Olivia finally arrived at the movie theater, buying yet another ticket for Dirty Dancing and walking hesitantly inside the empty theater. Not even the previews had started yet. Crap. She must have gotten here too early. Or maybe..she got her right after he had already left. All of those possibilities ran through her mind as she started to grow nervous. What if he was too young? What if he was too old? Olivia was only 22. Her hand reached up to brush a strand of her hair away from her eyes, deciding it would be more comfortable if she took a seat. No one was here. Why would it matter?
It wasn't long after she had sat down that the same man from yesterday, Michael, silently slipped into the theater and tip toed over right behind Olivia. Today he was wearing a pair of red skinny jeans and a grey v-neck shirt, with the same black fedora, sun glasses and mustache as well. Except this time his hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a few loose strands of curls falling over his face. A smile came across his lips at the sight of the beautiful girl from yesterday, leaning over to whisper right into her ear.
"A girl as beautiful as you should never sit alone.."
Olivia blinked and felt herself jump a little, startled by the whisper. She turned her head around to see that very same man, a blush immediately rising to cover her cheeks as well as the bridge of her nose, as always.
"She deserves to have a man beside her, holding her hand and keeping her safe.." Michael continued, the smile still on his face as he spoke softly to her.
"I-It's you.." Olivia breathed, smiling with relief. At first, she had thought it was some creep attempting to hit on her. But no. It was him.
Michael just merely smiled at her and chuckled, nodding once in response to her words. She really was beautiful. Her hair was the most stunning color of brown, and her eyes...oh her green eyes were just mesmerizing and oh so captivating. He could stare into them for hours if he wanted to.
Michael raised an eyebrow and crosses his arms, a grin replacing his smile now. He could see her rummaging through her little black purse and he began to have an idea of what she was going to pull out. And sure enough, he was right. Olivia smiled and pulled out a brand new pack of Reese's, holding it out for him to take. Michael gladly took it.
"You remembered! Ah girl, thank you."
Olivia giggled, looking away from his gaze momentarily. He gave her the chills and it felt amazing. Now it was time to see the real him. The man behind the disguise.
"Now...I want to see the man behind the mysteries.."
Michael nodded and allowed her to do as she pleased. Olivia took a few steps closer to him and looking up, reaching with her hand to carefully remove the fake mustache, exposing his upper lip. She waited a few moments before she then removed the sunglasses. And as soon as she saw his face, her heart skipped 20 million beats and her eyes widened. This man...he was...he was Michael Jackson! Was this possible? Was it really the King of Pop that she had met yesterday? Could it truly be?
Olivia swallowed hard and Michael reached up to slowly remove his fedora as well, his eyes showing nervousness as he lightly nibbled on his bottom lip. Was she going to say anything? Was she...disappointed, maybe? He honestly hoped she wasn't.
"Was it..really you? Yesterday? Michael...?" She stuttered out, the blush returning to flush over her face.
Michael dropped his gaze for a few seconds, then looked back up, still biting his lips nervously. "Yes..it was me."
Olivia reached out her hand and brushed her fingertips along Michael's cheek. He was absolutely stunning. And his skin was so soft, it caused her to shiver as she drew her hand back. She started to smile, looking into his brown eyes.
"Michael...Michael Jackson..I never imagined this. Not even in my wildest dreams.." She admitted to him, a smile broadening on Michael's face from her words. He was so happy that she didn't reject him. He would have felt terrible.
"This isn't your dreams, girl. It's reality." He whispered to her as he still continued to smile, unable to stop.
Olivia giggled softly and nodded, looking away out of shyness.
"Yes, you're right. And now that I know the real you..I don't suppose a proper greeting is in order?"
Michael raised an eyebrow and nodded his head, taking her hand gently within his and placing a sweet kiss to the top of it.
"I'm Michael Jackson. It is really a pleasure to meet you."
Olivia felt her heart beat faster within her chest and her stomach flutter with butterflies. His smooth, silky voice and his name...it sent her world spiraling out of control. But she wasn't exactly complaining. She had never been that big of a fan of Michael but seeing him in person like this..it was mind blowing. Life changing. What would her father say, though? Would he approve? Or would he not allow her to see him at all?
"Such a gentleman. It is a pleasure to meet you, Michael. I'm Olivia Jeann," she purred with a cute little giggle.
Michael bowed his head and placed his hand on his chest with a smile, causing Olivia to giggle softly.
"Well, Miss Jeann, what would you say to a lunch date with me?"
A lunch date...Michael Jackson had just asked her out on a date. Normal people wouldn't even live this moment if it was merely a dream! Olivia couldn't believe her ears! But she had to play it cool. If she didn't, she could easily make a fool of herself. Olivia grinned and flashed Michael a playful wink, walking passed him and trailing her fingertip along his shoulder blade.
"I would like that.."
It didn't take Michael long to turn around and tag along beside her like a lost puppy without a place to call home. This girl...ohh! This girl was something else and Michael just couldn't get enough of her! He wanted to know more about her, her secrets, her quirks, her interests. He wanted to know it all. But he knew he couldn't ask her everything all at once. It might scare her off. He had to do it gradually and that is exactly what he intended to do. But as a bit of silence overcame the two of them, Michael seemed to notice a bit of a nervous look to her face, her eyes were telling him something. Something more than what her fading smile told him. He blinked and furrowed his dark brow slightly.
"Let your worries free," he encouraged her, a sweet and genuine smile forming on his thin but still somewhat full lips.
"Stop worrying and let yourself live life to the fullest."
Olivia blinked and looked at him, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something but she stayed silent. 'How did...how did he know?' She thought to herself.
"There is so much that life has to offer. So much of it you have to just break free and do whatever your mind sets on to be able to experience. And without those experiences, you can never say that you've truly lived life. Now tell me, girl, are you with me?"