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How it Happened: Billie Jean&Michael*3
Okay, hi guys or gals hehe. Iâ??m Aariyan. In the last part, Michael approaches Billie Jean, asking her to dance. She accepts then goes to her friend Zoey. Zoey gives Billie Jean a pep-talk. While Billie is away though, Michael is sharing thoughts of his interest in herâ??sheâ??s beautiful, and a little mysterious. Heâ??s not too sure of what heâ??s getting into. He can tell sheâ??s a little younger. Mike wants to get to know her better. Well during the night they have those moments close together that make them both awfully shy, but Michael somehow hides his. Then they would subtle tease one another. At the bar they learn the other gender doesnâ??t really drink. Before they leave, he gives her his number. Zoey finds out she was wrong on her math, and Billie Jean wonders if Michael is thinking of her also. Hope you enjoy part 3! Michaelâ??s thoughtsâ?¦ Michael: (talking to his self out loud since heâ??s in his car alone) Okay: Billie Jean; nineteen turning twenty; giving me the cold shoulder a little. I hope over time sheâ??ll be bubbly. I donâ??t wanna ask any of my bros on this, so Iâ??ll try Mother. During the rest of the ride, he didnâ??t say anything, anxious to ask Mom. He got in the gate smoothly, parked the car, and entered the front of the house, glad Momma didnâ??t have the alarm, so heâ??ll have to set it his self. Mrs. Jackson: Michael, youâ??re back, hon? Michael: Yes Mother. (They were in the kitchen, the dimmer light on) Mrs. Jackson: So, how was it? (Giving off a small smile) Michael: Mom, I met this girl. (Talking full speed) She was dancing on the bar to â??Do I Doâ?, sheâ??s shy and gorgeous. Ma, I think sheâ??s a little you! Mrs. Jackson: Wait, slow down now Michael, and tell me everything. So Michael told his Mrs. Jackson how he wanted to escape some way, and decided to go to Pantherâ??s Playâ??he was coming in, he saw the crowd enjoying someone else performing for once. So he secretly fought his way through the crowd, right in the center when he finally got full view of this young woman. He knew she sounded beautiful, but wanted to see for his self. He was amazed and talk to her for a little. They danced and he felt she fitted right in his arms. Mike wasnâ??t sure if it was so intense on her like it was to him. He gave her his number, she does not drink, and she seems to be quiet, but a little sarcastic in a good way. He doesnâ??t think sleep is possible tonight. Michael: Do you think sheâ??s interested Mom? Mrs. Jackson: Yes Michael, she hasnâ??t experienced much, like youâ??so sheâ??s learning. Like many women, she sorta hates the fact you were interested with someone else. She has probably read the magazines with you and Tatum. If so, she probably read your side of the story too, but feels thereâ??s no hope for her; maybe with Stephanie Mills also. She likes you Michael, I can feel it in my heart. More than sheâ??s showing. Billie Jean has been heart in relationships, so her heart is closed up. Another thing, sheâ??s treating you like you were anyone else. Billie Jean has learned that fans who try to seduce you more than likely wonâ??t win you. Michael: How do you know all of these? Mrs. Jackson: Itâ??s called Mother Nature Mike, and I see a lot of her in me. Be you and gentle. Now go get some sleep. Michael: Okay Mother (giving her a hug) Iâ??m going to go through breakfast pretty fast. Iâ??m going to the library. Mrs. Jackson: For how long Michael? Michael: Oh, Iâ??m not too sure. The one near the park I think. Mrs. Jackson: Okay Mike, love you hon. Michael: Love you more. (I love to put that by his name because he used to really say that. Shouldâ??ve been to me though, lols) He took a shower, getting into some pajamas, and then went to bed, wondering if this hard-shelled girl would finally melt into his armsâ?¦. Back to Me... Me: Just getting up, rubbing my eyes, then looking at my alarm clock, eight oâ??clock, sooo great, not! I staggered into my bathroom, using it. I turned on the television in the living room. By the way, I live in a town house. My mother insisted, and luckily, it was a part of my scholarship when I was in college. I did so well, the dean paid half of the rest off, because his friend owns these, and I was one of his favorite. Yay! FYI: itâ??s rented out. So I looked in my cabinets, and remembered I needed to get more groceries; all I had was oatmeal, eggs, and Cheerios. I had oatmeal so much, I was sick of it at this point in time. I had eggs, no syrup. I canâ??t eat them dry anymore without the syrupâ??how I make them at least. I also like to eat syrup with my oatmeal now, no more cinnamon! So what I had left was Cheerios, yuck! They were cheap so I got them. I started pacing back and forth with the bowl in my hand, peeping down at the little napkin over and over again. Perspiration started to roll down from under my arms. I was contemplating with myself, wondering if I should call Michael now, or after I return for the library. I already met him when it was dark, and I didnâ??t want to have my first phone conversation with him the same way. So after I finished the cereal with orange juice to drink (which I really did have this morning hehe), took the napkin with me on the couch, and the cordless phone. I turned the TV down to Volume 4. Me: Okay Billie, you can do it! Michael is just a guy like anyone else. (I silently prayed to God, asking him to make the impossible possible. So I did my heart beating as face as a cheetahâ??s speed.) ?: Hello? (The voice was a soft-spoken person, but not Michael.) Me: Hi, uhâ?¦ may I speak with Michael please? ?: Whoâ??s asking? Me: Jeanette Collins, but he knows me as Billie Jean. (Yeah, probably fooled ya! Keep reading though.) ?: Oh, hi Billie Jean. Michael has spoken of you. Iâ??m his mother, Katherine Jackson. Me: Oh, hi Mrs. Jacksonâ?¦ is Michael around by chance? Mrs. Jackson: No, Iâ??m sorry-- he didnâ??t even have breakfast with us, just dashed off. Me: Oh thatâ??s okay. Thanks Mrs. Jackson. Mrs. Jackson: Call me Katie, Hon. Me: Okay, could you tell him I called Katie? Katie: I would be happy to! Me: Thank you. Katie: Youâ??re welcomeâ?¦ Billie Jean or Jeanette? Me: Either. Heâ??s going to have to get used to my real naming being Jeanette. Katie: (Laughing) Okay Jeanette. You take care. Me: You too, bye. Katie: Bye. I wonâ??t lie; it hurts me to know he left. I guess he thought I sleep in a lot. I do, but for some reason not on all weekends. I really was yearning for his voice. I seemed to forget to ask Katie where Michael had gone, but didnâ??t wonâ??t to bother her, so I called Zoey. Zoey: Yeah? Me: (I told her about my conversation with Katie.) I was going to the library today anyways. I decided to where my pink tank top with the white one under it, but showing; the white skirt; and some silver slide-ins; with some accessories and all. Now my hair, I donâ??t know what I want. Not the way it was last night. Zoey: Well, have it in some big curls, all fluffy like cotton candy. You wonâ??t have to put too much stuff in your hair. Me: Good, with a hand band? Zoey: With a hand band. Me: Kay. Zoey: Well, you sure wanna be dressed up. Youâ??re just going to the library, not to the mall. Me: I know that Zoe. Still I wanna look approachable. Zoey: What about Michael? Me: What about him? No Iâ??m definitely joking, but I plan on talking to him. Katie said he was out and about, so who knows? Zoey: Alright Billie Jean or should I say, Jeanette? Me: Thank you NATASHA! (Her real first name, her boyfriend was too aggressive, so we had her incognito, calling her Zoey ever since. She acts loopy at times, so it stuck with her.) Zoey: Got jokes, I told you to call me Zoey for a reason. To get Patrick away from me. Me: Weirdo, Natasha, Zoey Sheldom! Zoey: Shut up! Me: Love you too, bye. Zoey: Bye. I got ready, putting on some silver studs, one bracelet on my right wristâ??the hand I donâ??t write with; and my silver heart necklace. I grabbed my purse, writing Michaelâ??s number down again. If that was to be my only and last souvenir of him, I wanted it to stay in perfect position if possible. I slipped the paper towel in my purse, and then went out to the parking lot. I have a Mercedes Benz (the kind thatâ??s out today lol), which was white. My wealthy aunt got it for me when I turned seventeen, testing my skills out for that first year. Lord knows I was nervous about Mike calling me back. He seemed to like me but I seemed to be too stern with him. Iâ??m not a very firm person, Iâ??m just not sure if heâ??ll be with me for a year and so, then drop me off in the middle of Miserable Nowhere. Things werenâ??t working with him and Tay or Steph, so what if I was next? What about tabloids or the paparazzi? I didnâ??t want to be just the girlfriend of Michael Jackson. I want to make a name out of myself also. I went to college for Performing Arts. I seemed to know the right person, but I wanted to be his â??Girlâ? also. Really, I do like him. Itâ??s just so hard to express that out in the open. Before I knew it, I was at the public library near the park. I parked in a parking lot again, walking up. Something felt so familiar. I wasnâ??t too sure if I should even walk into there, but I kept trudging in there anyways. I like to read a lot-- one of my favorite areas was the Children Department. As I walked in there, my heart nearly jumped right out of my throat. That was Part 3, Part 4 coming. 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