The Seducer(MJ Fantasy)

Really

Ashley's POV

I was sitting in my car. Crying. But I had no idea why. It felt like heart has been ripped out. Michael and I never had a true relationship, it was a one time thing. So why does it hurt so much? And, I mean, HE'S MICHAEL JACKSON! What the fuck! How?! Out of every famous person it had to be Michael Jackson. I bet your wondering, why does it matter? Well it matters because he's super famous and ever since I was little it was literally a dream of mine to ever meet Michael. And one more thing. . . I'm part of the Jones family. He's part of the Jackson family. My parents hated the fact that I listened to Michael's music or the J5. If they found one picture or poster in my room, they'd ground me for a month. Why? You ask again? Because of Joseph. It's all his fault. Yes, my parents knew Joseph, but I wasn't born yet. Neither was Michael. I found it really interesting when my parents told me this story. Katherine (Joseph wife) was friends with my mother. They worked together, they weren't best friends but they hong out a lot. Until, one day, Katherine, Joseph, and my parents decided to dinner. Both families had a terrible disagreement, which lead to a family feud. I don't even know what it was about. But anyway, the point is, is that I'm in good terms with my parents, and they find out I "half slept" with Michael, let alone look or talk to him. They'd never speak to me. Even though I'm doing well with money and all, I love my family and I'd like to keep them close. But my one concern is that, does Michael even know about the feud?

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It's raining. I'm still in my car crying. Then hear a knock on the passenger side of the car. It's Michael. He opens the car door; he's soaking wet- he sat down trying to look at me but I'm facing the other way. He's so sweet.

"Michael- get out my car please."

"I did not run all the way down the stairs, following after you into the rain, soaking wet, just to get out this car."

"I didn't ask you too," I spat, crying harder.

"Ashley. Why are you crying?" he tried to hug me but I pushed him off.

"Michael I already told you we can't happen, so get out.'

"I know you like me."

"Yeah your right, ever since I was a little kid, your music is great." I sarcastically said.

"That's not what I meant, but I like you too."

"Right now, that doesn't even matter whether I like you or you like me or we both like each other, it d-" he cut me off.

"I know about it."

"You know what?" I sadly look at him deep in the eyes.

He put his hand gently around my neck leader me closer to his face, looking at me as deeply as well. He pulls me into an embrace, then kisses me gently; full of passion.

I put my hands around his neck as well, pulling back from the kiss, I looked at him in sorrow.

"Michael- we can't be toget-" he cut me off again.

"Shh, I know," he put his finger on my lips, rubbing them, ". . . But I don't care."

I put his forehead against mine, and started crying. Mostly because I'm a sensitive person, and because I think I like him; A Lot.

Yea, sure. We known each other for a couple days. But people fall in love in just one look. You can't blame me. Michael seems to like me the same way as I , him. There's just no words to explain what I really feel.