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How it Happened: Billie Jean&Michael*5
Aariyan here. Mike and Billie feelings seems to be mutual. Hereâ??s 4!... Me: I had no idea Michael was going to be here today, especially in the Childrenâ??s Department. I remember reading in a magazine from last year, his love for readingâ?? he also seems to be that kind of guy. I thought I might barf or have to pee, may even have to get something to eat for some reason. Some way, I knew it was my time to show Michael the real me. He was sitting cross-legged, crouch down, on a rug with the earth and different ethnicity of kids hand-to-hand. Smiling at the big book, he was reading about how long it would take to count to a million, billion, and then trillion. (Someone probably read that to you as a young child lol) The book was blown out into a bigger size. He had on a sweater, but it was still May. His back was toward me, so I silently snuck behind him, crouching down, sitting my purse down, and put my hands in front of his eyes, blocking his view. Before he could react, I said sweetlyâ?¦ Me: Guess who? Michael: Carrie, thatâ??s you? Me: No itâ??s not Carrie! (He turned around giggling, he mustâ??ve know it was me) Michael: Billie Jean? Hi. (He stood up and hugged me. It felt so affectionate.) Me: I didnâ??t know you would be here today. (We sat down on the rug I had to sit in a different way because of my skirt.) Michael: Yeah, sometimes I come here to read to little kids also; thatâ??s where Carrie came to be. I see her now and then. Me: (giggling) Oh, how sweet Mikey. Michael: Whatâ??s with this reality change all of a sudden? (he was smiling though) Me: I donâ??t knowâ?¦maybe I put too much sugar in my Cheerios this morning? Michael: Maybe so, but either way, I like it. We checked out some books, mainly from the kiddieâ??s section. When we went to more mature areas, I couldnâ??t reach some booksâ?? he said he could get some of them. But most of them were on the highest shelves, so I had to use a ladder. When I was on one particular shelf, he started to rub my legsâ?? teasing them with his fingers. Iâ??m a very ticklish person, so my first reaction was to start wiggling around. I loved to be tickled for the satisfaction of the laughter. Me: (looking down at him, trying to hide my laughter) Mikey, stop tickling me. Michael: (grinning up at with a devilish grin) Whaaatâ?¦you donâ??t like? Me: (I picked the book I wanted, acting like I was going to drop it on his head) Okay, stay still, un huh. Boo Ya! Dang it, I missed you. Michael: Iâ??m gonna get you once you get down here. Me: Why not try to catch me from up here? (Raising a brow at him, smiling with no expression) Michael: Oh, okayâ?¦ (He actually started climbing up the ladder with a huge grin on his faceâ?? like we were Tarzan and Jane or something. When he got up there, I could sense him being right behind me. If one of us shifted our weight too much, the other would have a more likely chance of falling.) Well, you said to come up and get you. Me: (turning around. Oh gosh, my back is against the shelf, front of me poking out to Mike!) And? ... Stop tickling me again. Michael: Sshh before we get kicked out. (We were inches away from a kiss. I looked down at his lips and he did the same to mine.) Me: Uh Mike, I think gotta sneeze. Michael: (Sensing my uneasiness) Okay (then hopped down) Me: (I had to fake a sneeze then returned the ladder) We were heading back to our cars, silence until nowâ?¦ Michael: So where are you headed now Billie? Me: Nowhere I guess. I just wanted to read, nothing to do at home. Michael: Wanna go get coffee? Me: Sure, but I donâ??t like to have caffeine in my all the time. Especially in the middle of the day. Michael: Oh, thatâ??s fine. I could get you non-caffeine. Me: Okay. He wanted to walk me to my car, but where we pointed, our cars we miles away, so he said he would once we were leaving from the coffee shop. We also decided for this not to be considered as a â??dateâ?, just an â??outingâ?. My car followed his, down to the Java Lava (I got that from â??All Grown Up!â? the Rugrats ten years later xD). Me: (as we were getting out of our cars, I asked him) Mike, why do you have a sweater on, itâ??s the middle of May? Michael: (he looked down at his outfit) I donâ??t know, Iâ??m not burning up yet. Why are you nearly naked? Me: I am not. You donâ??t see things hanging you know? Michael: (while holding the door for me with his head thrown back in a wide small) Yep, all of it is sitting propped up high. (I knew he meant my breast) Me: (elbowing him, then turning looking a phony annoyed) Sicko, haha! (we laughed then) We got our orders, I got a cappuccino, no caffeine; he got one with the caffeine though. As usual, Michael just had to pay the bill. This time we got two smalls. Me: Tell me this, why do you have to pay for my stuff all the time? Michael: What, a guy canâ??t be a gentleman. Me: Iâ??m not stating that, well Iâ??m just saying. Michael: Youâ??re very independent. Likes to be in control? Me: And what if I was? Michael: I would want to know you more, breath in a little of your world. Me: I havenâ??t dated muchâ?? and without being really successful. Michael: Why do you say that? Me: You donâ??t wanna know. Michael: Oh yes I do to. Me: Fine. So I told him of Josh, his picking a guy over me; Greg leaving me at a party with his friends; Frankie being very cruel; and Andyâ?? a bit of a play boy. Mike nearly choked on the part with the blind girl not knowing who the papa was. Michael: Well you havenâ??t had much luck in relationships. Me: Yeah, I know. So I havenâ??t dated in maybe a year. Andy and I were on and off. Even then it was a pain. Iâ??m sorry Iâ??m making you feel uncomfortable about this. Michael: No, Iâ??m delighted! Me: Delighted, how? Michael: To hear talk down on other guys. I know I have some kind of hope left. Me: Whatever. We were playing footsie under the table. It started when my foot had bumped into his legs. Compared to me and my height, his legs are pretty long. I apologized and kept looking out the window we were by. I felt his foot creep up to mine. I couldnâ??t help but giggle a little, looking out the corner of my eye. Michael was starting at me. It was actually how a mentally ill kid would stare at you, but in a good way. Then he closed his mouth. I was so afraid to look at him, so my feet started to interact with his. Finally I looked at him, and he gave off a big smile. I smiled back. Wanting things to move a bit faster, I confessed about calling him. Michael: So your real name is Jeanette? Me: Yeah, I feel so embarrassed. Michael: I like it better. Why do they call you Billie Jean? Me: Well, one of my friends somehow found out youâ??re working on this song called â??Billie Jeanâ? â?? and how itâ??s about this mentally ill girl claiming one of her twins to be your child. They know how I can sometimes be crazy and daring, so I was nick named Billie Jean. Michael: Well, thatâ??s mean. Me: Somehow I got used to it. Sorta like the fact itâ??s a boyâ??s name. I know Jean could go either way, but people really donâ??t name the baby girls Billie anymore. Michael: Like youâ??re going back into time? Me: Yeah. We talked a little more. Michael: Well, this time when you call, I should be home. Me: You can have my number now. Michael: Well that was quick! Me: Today helped me a lot. And I like that sketch you made of me. When did you make it? Michael: You looked away so many times so it was no problem. Me: (laughing) Oh, Iâ??m sorry. Michael: Donâ??t be. We left the Java Lava, and he walks to my car. Michael: Cool, I have a Mercedes too; Iâ??m just driving my other car today. Me: Oh. Bye Michael. Michael: Byeâ?¦uh? Me: Anyone will do. Michael: (saying it sarcastically) Billie Jean! We hugged, and I kissed him on the cheek. He leans into my car, since I had rolled the window down, sticking his tongue out. Me: You Egghead! Michael: Shush before I make you into Scramble Eggs! Me: You wouldnâ??t. Michael: Yes I would. We kept going back and forth until either car was out of site. Once I got home, I called Zoey. Zoey: better watch out, heâ??s feeling on you! Me: Zoey, it was a harmless touch. Zoey: Did it feel good? Me: What? Zoey: You heard me, â??did it feel good?â? Me: Yeah, I guess so. Not like his hands were ashy. Zoey: Remember your morals. Me: I did. We wanted to kiss on that ladder but didnâ??t. He probably wouldâ??ve moved away. He is shy you know? Zoey: But who is always shy around someone who they fancy? Me: (I thought on that) You think heâ??s gonna try to rush me. Zoey: I doubt it, he seems to know right from wrong. Me: Of course. Zoey: Well, Iâ??m going to bed. Me: Itâ??s only seven. Zoey: Yeah, but all Iâ??ve done was read all day. Thatâ??s exhausting. Knowing me, I might call you in the middle of the night. (Laughing) Me: (chuckling) Okay Zoe, night. Zoey: Night. I had got home those fifteen minutes before the phone call. I was starved, so I had some Roman noodles. I also took a quick shower, not wanting to be stinky or anything while talking to Michael. It was nine oâ??clock and I was afraid he wouldnâ??t call. I shut everything off, except for the stove light, and went to bed, all grumbles. When my breathing slowed a bit, my phone ringed. Thinking to me, if this is Michael, he better have a good excuse, but I had to give him time to get settle, so I wasnâ??t so grumpy after all. Me: Hello? â?¦ (I got nervous after a three second pause) Part 5 is to come. Thx so much when yâ??all vote! - =)
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