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How it Happened: Billie Jean&Michael*2
Hi, I'm Aariyan. The character I guess I'm portraying is Billie Jean Collins lol. In part one, Billie is going to a club her friend works at. As Zoey Sheldom is Doing Billie Jeans's hair, they joke about Billie liking Michael Jackson. When they fianlly get to Panther's Play, Zoe tells Billie Jean to enjoy herself. When a song came on Billie likes, Zoey make her dance on top of the bar. As she does, her crush catches her eye. Turning out to be Michael Jackson. Michael is making small talk with Billie Jean. Don't forget to rate the last one, hopefully saying you like it! Also forgive me for any errors and changing up by having all lowercase letters if I do. Being perfect is hard work.:) The first time I was typing this, the computer brought me to this page again and my work was lost... so bear with me! Michael: You're not the only one. May I sit with you? Me: Sure, be my guest. As he was sitting, I could smell his cologne-- it was dabbed on him lightly. It smelled delicious. When he did, my body immediately tensed up in fear. Like I've noted before, I'm really shy, so relationships has been limited in my life. While a lot of the girls were loud and upfront about what they wanted; I was shy, timid, around the bush, and mentally test them about what were their intentions for me. Guys had digged that, but thought I was taking too long for them. So, I paid no mine to them, other than my close guy friends. Michael: Could I ask you something? Me: Yeah?. Michael: Would you like to dance? Me: Sure, as long as you don't still the show. (I joked.) Michael: Haha, I'll try not to (with a smirk.) Me: I need to hand my purse off to Zoey first. Michael: Okay (he walked away, giving me and my friend privacy.) While I was away-- lol. Michael: (Whispering to himself while facing the wall, leaning his head on it so no one could tell what he was doing.) She's so beautiful-- love her that her hair looks a little wild in a million curls; seems to be all African American, but looks so exotic, as if she were Dominican or something; slim and slender, not really thick; 5'7 I'm guessing. I donâ??t know. Love her perfume, can't really put my finger on it. Hour glass shape too, at least getting there. And those big eyes! Beautiful brown, my color actually. A true P.Y.T. (Giggling to his self: I'm thinking at this time P.Y.T. wasn't made yet, few years before then.) I wanna know her some more. Me: Hey Zoe, could you put my purse and jacket with your stuff back there? Zoey: Sure. Well, let me guess who you are dacning with! Oh yeah, Michael Jackson! Me: Not so loud, I don't think anyone else really realizied it yet. I didn't see any guards around him, and I wanna keep it that way. Zoey: Yeah, yeah. I still got dibbs on Marlon! Me: I thought you weren't into him anymore. Zoey: I am, I just got tired of talking about him without never really meeting him. It always gave my head a really bad migrane, you know? Me: Yeah, but like it said-- let me repeat myself: I thought you weren't into him anymore. But I'll get you with him if possible. Zoey: (Giving me a really annoyed look, then a half smile. The club closes at 3. I'll get you when I'm done working. Me: Okay. (As I turned away to go look for Mike, Zoey called me. Yeah? Zoey: You might need this, 'cause you lookin' smokin' hot tonight. Open your mouth. Me: What's this about? Zoey: Just do it! (She sprayed some kind of liquid perfume that makes your breath smell good and feel icy. I'm not sure what it's called.) Now remeber your morals and beliefs of waiting 'till marriage; be you; and I'll get you when the club is about to close. It's ten now. Now g-o! When I walked from Zoe, I started looking around for Michael. I got a glimpse of the left side of Michael's face. H e was silently scoping the place out, while leaning against the wall, his legs crossed and his coat draped on his left arm. At first his lips were shut together-- then he bit his bottom lip, licked them, and had them closed shut again. I was sure he was going to just leave me in all my stupidity. Me: Hey Michael, I'm back. (As soon as he heard my voice, he popped back into standing straight, and his face getting bright. In my mind, I gave off a blush.) Michael: Okay,ready to dance? Me: Sure. He gently took my right hand into his left, leading me into our spot on the dance floor. Like the classical move, I wrapped my arms around his neck-- elbows sticking out just a little. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist, his elbows doing the same. At first I shivered because I was so close to him. I haven't been this close to a male in a long time-- especially with the attractions being mutual. He noticed my shaking being from shyness, and started to chuckle to his self. Challenging him, I said: Me: (Looking up at him) What's so funny, Michael? Michael: Oh, nothing. (He tried to play it off like he was all innocent, biting his lip again, and having them closed, looking off to his left. I loved it.) Me: (Softly, I grabbed his chin, bringing his eyes into mine, saying) Oh, yes it is. Michael: (He was a little surprised by sudden dominance, but liked it.) I'm guessing you're on the shy side. Me: (Sighing deeply, looking away) Yeah, I am. Michael: Nothing to be ashamed of, I'm the same way. Me: Not now. Michael: Nope, not now. During the fast songs, we would move apart, giving each other room to move and do little steps. But on the slow ones, we would come close together. I noticed I gradually laid my head down on his chest, swaying to the music-- while he had his head on my left shoulder. He had to bend down a little of course. At one time, I noticed my breasts were pressed against his flat chest. I gave out a silent giggle, my cheeks wiggling just a little. I guess he noticed a sudden ting in me, and shifted a little his self. A little time later, â??Shake Your Body Down to the Groundâ? came on. Me: Hey, the Jacksons are on. Michael: Yeah, it surely is. Me: Wanna do all the moves? Michael: Why not? So joining the crowd, all of us did the moves that were on the video. The only one I didnâ??t donâ??t quite right was when they moved their hips up and down after making a 90 degree angle with their left hand. I always looked so corny trying to get it right. Mike laughed at me. Michael: Shy again? Me: Shut up! I could never get that move quite right. Michael: I could show you sometime. I looked at his face expression, making sure he meant no harm in his comment. He didnâ??t, but either way I wouldnâ??t mind at all. Another slow song came on, and we got back to how we were dancing, just this time we were facing one another. Michael: You really are a good dancer. Me: Thank you, so are you. Michael: Thanks. When we finally took a break from dancing, sitting at the bar, it was already two oâ??clock. Me: Whoa, canâ??t believe itâ??s so late already. Sure you suppose to be out here this late? Michael: What about yourself young lady? Someone like yourself can get snatched up if youâ??re not careful. Me: I happened to know that. (Giggling) So really Mike, why are you out here. I thought you couldnâ??t go anywhere without some kind of protection. Michael: That happens to be true, but I snuck! Me: You snuck out? Michael: Not really, but I only told my mother. She understood. To my knowledge, I donâ??t know anyone likely to want to harm me. Me: Someone like yourself can get snatched up if youâ??re not careful. (Laughing) Michael: Okay, got me on that one. Zoey: Can I get yâ??all two anything tonight? (She was chewing a wad of bubblegum, not smacking though.) Michael: Sure, you can go first Billie Jean. Me: (Thinking: me and Zoey wanted to test Michaelâ??s judgment on drinking, so we had him go first.) You can go, Iâ??m still making up my mind. Michael: Alright, do yâ??all have any soda. Non-alcoholic? Zoey: Yes, we do. Which one would you like? Michael: Lemonade fruit punch, please. Zoey: Would you like a lemon added? Michael: Sure, just one. Zoey: Okay, and you Mâ??am? Me: That sounds good, could I get the same too please? Zoey: Sure, a large you two? Michael: (I Iooked at him) Yes. Zoey: (She added up the total on the register) Okay, thatâ??ll be $8.40. Me: Let our orders be separate. Everything else the same except that. Zoey: Okay. Michael: No, itâ??s fine, Iâ??ll pay for both. Me: No, I have it. Michael: Billie Jeanâ?¦ (Then he smiled, knowing I was a determined independent person.) Me: Fine. (Then I remembered my things were with Zoe anyways. Now or later, I wouldâ??ve introduced Mike to Zoe. But I could tell she didnâ??t want to be in the way of me being with Michael. When she came back, I said thank you. We were slurping the drinks while talking. As a bonus, Zoey made our drinks into slurpy form, no charge added. Michael: So you donâ??t drink either? Me: Not if I couldnâ??t help it. Michael: What made you come out tonight? Me: My friend Zoey, works here. She was the bartender who just gave us our drinks. Michael: Oh. Me: Sheâ??s been wanting me to come with her for some months now. Michael: How long has she worked here. Me: 4 1/2 months now I think. Michael: Okay. Me: What about you, why someone like you that always seemed soâ?¦ I donâ??t know how to put it, shy, out here on a Friday night? Michael: I was miserable in the house, had nothing to do. I wanted to clear my mind in a mixture of songs, other than mine, so I came here. Me: Poor baby, Iâ??m sure you have many CDs. Michael: I wanted something a little more spontaneous. Me: Ooooohhhhh. I like that. (We laughed) By the time we finished our drinks, it was already two-forty five. We talked up a storm. Him speaking of some of his drawings, and wanting to save most of them. Me about having a nat of sketching, discovering it in second grade. Zoey: Come on Billie Jean. Me: Sorry Michael, Iâ??ve gotta go. Michael: Thatâ??s okay. Hey hereâ??s my number. (He reached over and pulled a napkin out of the holder, I wanted to faint so bad!) Michael: Here you go. I donâ??t want o pressure you into giving me your phone number already. Me: I sorta thought the same, but Iâ??ll go with what you said though. Michael: Oh (chuckling standing up, so I did the same) Me: How old are you again? Michael: Thought you knew, but Iâ??m turning twenty-two soon. Me: Really? My crazed friend said your were twenty-three. Michael: First Motown wanted to cut years off of my life. Now you wanna make me an old man already. Naw Iâ??m just joking withâ??cha. Me: Twenty-three isnâ??t that old either. As the three of us were walking out, Zoey and Michael said hello. Michael: Thank you you two for giving me a great time tonight. Me and Zoey: Youâ??re welcome. Thanks Mike. Michael: Cute. Zoey: Iâ??ll warm the car up. Me: Okay. Michael: Bye Billie Jean. Me: Bye Michael. (We hugged each other for five seconds. Without fully letting me go yet, he asked meâ?¦) Michael: How old are you? Me: Iâ??ll be twenty in September. Michael: Youngster. Virgo or Libra? Me: Youâ??re into Zodiacs too? Virgo. Michael: Cool. Zoey came around for us. Michael and I hugged again. Michael: Call me soon now Billie Jean. (He said that with my name in a cute and girly way) Me: (mocking him, I did it also) Will do, bye Michael Jackson. You lucky duck, Billie Jean. Let me see that napkin. I showed it to her. It said From Michael, not even stating his last name, making him so human and normal. On the back it had a quick sketch of me, I didnâ??t notice him doing it. Zoey: When you gonna call him? Me: As soon as possible. And you were way off on your math. The boy was born in 1958. Heâ??s turning twenty-two soon. Zoey: Oh, my bad. (Then laughed) When I got home, I peeled off my clothing, taking a warm shower, pulling my hair back into a ponytail and a scarf. After that, I looked into the mirror, in my yellow cami pajamas and the matching flower pants. I squealed, couldnâ??t believe I talked to someone famous. Most importantly, someone seeming soâ?¦loveable. Going to bad that night was a pain. So I told myself not to focus on anything. Though I felt my heart beating, wondering if Michaelâ??s matched mine. Okay, that was Part 2. Hoped you like it. You gotta rate though! 10 or more please. It took me so long. About two hours lol. I hope it wasnâ??t too long. Part 3 is to come. Donâ??t forget to rate both parts-- 10 or more Please! Aariyan:)
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