(RIGHT WHEN WE FIRST MET.)
Briar's Pov:
My mother and father just INSISTED that I go to the 1991 Grammys with my "friend," Madonna. Lately, she's been acting quite weird. She's been acting meanier, more dislikeable by the goddamn minute. But we both ended up getting ready, and she said she was going with Michael Jackson, like the most famous dude on the planet! The COOLEST dude on the planet at that. Not to mention, he's really cute to me, well... more than cute, he's really fine.
I decided to kind of match with Madonna and where white also. Not that I had much choice.
Madonna: Oh come on, we'll look cute together, don't be such a bitch.
I was getting really tired of hearing her call me a "bitch" to be honest with you.
I was wearing a long sleeved, white, SKIMS type dress with some matching white heels.
I wore some long, dark braids and no makeup because I don't wear makeup since I don't really NEED makeup. But sometimes I want it, I would actually like to have it with me sometimes, only SOMETIMES, though.
And soon, we left.
Just me and my supposed "friend," Madonna the snake.
Michael's Pov:
Soooo change of plans...
Yea.
Madonna decided that she was gonna bring her tag-a-long friend. She said her name was Briar. Which is actually a pretty name whether you believe it or not.
But that doesn't matter, and it's WAY besides the point, okay?
I picked them up in my limo, I got out of the car and opened the door for the both of them.
I hugged Madonna and gave her a little kiss, a little peck on the cheek. And I shook Briar's hands.
And I don't wanna sound or seem like THAT guy if you know what I'm talking about, but Briar was kind of ba-ba-beautiful, gorgeous. Everything but "bad," as men nowadays like to call it.
Madonna: So good to see you!
Michael: Hey, you too
Briar: I'm Briar!
I shook her hand as I stated earlier.
Michael: Michael, nice to meet you....
Madonna: Well, we should be going now, right?
Briar's Pov:
Soon, we arrived at the event, Michael helped us both out of the limo, such a gentleman, and I third-wheeled as Madonna and Michael held hands in front of me, I just got to follow them around and act like their chauffeur.
Reporter 1: You guys look lovely tonight!
Madonna: Thank you so much!
Michael: Thanks!
Briar: Tha-
Madonna quickly stepped in front of me.
Reporter 1: Have a lovely night!
Madonna: Thanks, you too!
We began walking off together.
Madonna: Okay, come on...hey Briar?
Briar: Yea?
Madonna: Please don't step on my dress!
Briar: I didn't!
It was so loud in their so we had to scream at each other......practically.
Madonna: I know, but I don't wanna risk it. My dress is more costly than yours after all, ahahahaa!
