Briar's Pov:
I was at home with Michael, and I was busy doing some work at the computer, and then I got an email.
Briar: Ooh, an email.
I read the email and since Michael and I share an email, I decided to call Michael into the room.
Briar: Babe! Baby!
He was sitting on the living room couch.
Michael: I'm coming!
When he got into the room, we smiled at each other and then kissed.
Michael: Hey smart girl, what's up?
Briar: Look at this email.
Michael and I both read the email together.
Michael/Briar: Dear Michael Jackson, you've been nominated for the 2003 Grammy Awards!
Briar: Ahhhh, yay!
Michael: Oh my gosh, we have to get ready!
Briar: Yea, but we ain't got nothing to wear.
Michael: That means we have to go shopping.
I smiled.
So, some hours had definitely went by, and then Michael and I were finally back home. We got new clothes, new jewelry, new shoes, and we even got some snacks.
Briar: Ooh dang, that was so much fun.
We grabbed the outfits that we wanted to wear and then headed over to the fitting rooms.
Michael and I shared the same fitting room so we were both getting dressed at the same time.
Briar: Ow, so dang tight.
Michael: It's alright babe, you're gonna look great.
Soon, I got the dress on.
And Michael and I were matching.
Soon, all of the fitters left the room, and it was just Michael and I.
I was finishing braiding my hair and touching up my outfit.
I could feel Michael's gaze from behind me, but we weren't saying nothing to each other.
And then I finally heard him say a word.
Michael: Wanna quickie?
I laughed it off.
Briar: No.
Michael: I wasn't joking......should we?
Briar: No. Aha......
Michael: Come on, let's lock the doors for a sec.
He got up and locked the door. He set his hat down on HIS vanity and made his way over to me.
I rolled my eyes.
He wrapped his arms around me and then kissed my neck.
Briar: Michael, come on now, stop it, we got to get ready.
He skipped his hand up my dress.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
Producer: Less than a minute.
Michael: Shit....
My mouth dropped open.
What perfect timing.
Michael: I'm not done with you yet.
