Michael's P.O.V.

On the plane back to California, all I could think about was Fancy. It really hurt me to leave her like this, but it's better than I expected. Especially that she's a model. Now that was suprising. I thought I saw her face on a magazine one time but I thought I was hallucinating. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Suzanne, my manager was behind me with an impatient smirk on her face. " Finally, I have your attention. I've been taping your shoulder for awhile now. Jeez, Michael, what were anda thinking about, sweetie?" I shook my head. " Nothing." I lied.

And then my dreamy thoughts of her face overcame my brain again. Her sweet laugh, her mile-long smile; dimples included. She's just so beautiful...

The sharp prick of Suzanne's long red fingernail interrupted my thoughts once again. " Michael! I've been taping anda for a long time now! Please tell me what you're bermimpi about!"

I sighed before frowning. " Fine, but if I told you, I would have to kill you." Suzanne's look of concern switched into a gleeful expression, wrinkles around her eyes forming as her smile became wider. " Honey, anda can tell me anything. I'd understand if anda were talking to Jermaine, but come on. anda can trust me."

I run my skinny hand over my face before sighing once again. " Ok, well anda know Fancy?", I asked. She nodded, " Yeah, the pretty girl anda grew up with, why are anda thinking about her?"

A smirk creeps across my face. " Well, lately I've been bermimpi about her. About her being my girlfriend. ciuman her, touching her; maybe a little more?" I felt the blood rush to my cheeks talking to someone about this. Especially Suzanne.

Why am I feeling this way?




* Sorry I didn't update in so long, I was so busy. oleh the way, I pre ordered MJ's new album Xscape; it's truly amazing. I cinta " cinta Never Felt So Good". Who knew it was made in 1983?

cinta Y'all!!!!! <3