Brown Sugar [MJ FANFIC 18+]

2. | Dreams

    Newport, ATL
August 30, 1979

Michael's POV

"Yes, thank you. I enjoyed my birthday a lot."

Rapidly tapping my pencil against the paper, I was eager to get off the phone after speaking to relatives, those curious.. or nosey enough to ask about how my birthday was.

"What all did you do?" Mother asked.

I sucked in a breath, giving her a short enough answer to get her off my phone. "Nothing much, studied, slept. The boys took me out to eat at this new steak joint that had a grand opening. That's about it."

It was too early in the morning to be having these kind's of conversations, normally I'm not that snappy, especially to my own mother. Sleep deprivation was the real enemy behind my issue.

"That sounds lovely, baby you sound tired.. must've had a long night?"

I sure did..

Clearing my throat, I replied, "No, I went to sleep at a decent time. Just got up early to start on some homework."

"Okay, well I'll let you get to it then. I'm glad you went out and did something for your birthday, and not cooped up in the house."

I scoffed at the last statement but didn't bother arguing with Mother. Everybody knows I'm not the most extroverted person but when you have everything you need, such as a house, own transportation and a business to mind, there's no need for me to connect with the outside world, unless necessary.

  "Me too. I'll talk to you later Mother. Bye." I quickly grabbed the phone that rest between my shoulder and head and placed it back on the hook.

My eyes began to grow weary, causing me to rub my eyes and stretch my body out in the chair I sat in. It was near nine in the morning, and the sleep I so desperately craved all night was deciding to hit me.

If I slept now, my entire sleeping schedule would be thrown off, which I prefer not to happen with school starting.

But, a small nap shouldn't hurt.

Placing the pencil down, I stood up from my desk and closed my composition book, filled with musical notes and lyrics. Truth was, I wasn't doing homework, the semester hasn't even started yet.
  Since I couldn't sleep, I began writing anything I could put my mind to. And my mind was on her.

She still lingered in my thoughts even after I got home, then when I couldn't sleep and now she became my muse to get this creative stick out of my system. I figured if I could write her out, I could get her out of my head.

No other woman has ever had this hold over me, especially since I've known her for a short amount of time. I nearly kissed her!

I shook my head at the thought of me kissing a stranger. It was definitely the alcohol taking over that night, another reason why I shouldn't drink. Thanks to the boys for that.

But, when my lips grazed hers, it was more nicer than when I've kissed another girl before. My ex, that I won't even think to speak of. I've known the girl for maybe an hour, and I'd prefer her over any other. Ridiculous, I don't even know her name.

If I can't remember her name, how could I see her again? For sure, I'm not going back to that dance club that's apparently a part time shooting range.

Maybe it's for the best, the area we were in, where I met her.. it's probably not a good idea to not have a girl like her anyways. On top of that, it's dozen of other men who probably felt the way I did when she danced with them.