Fault In Our Stars (Michael Jackson)

Ch.14- Catfish?

Billie's POV

"So?", Drew whined.
"How was the date?"

"It wasn't a date... We wrote a song together", I looked down at my hands, shyly.
"That was it... no date"

"Well, I mean... he must have kissed you or something...", she was concerned.
"Nope", I emphasized the "p".
"We just wrote a song about falling in love. Kinda ironic, I know", I sighed.
"But it's cool. He's just like when he was younger. When all of us little young girls were sending fan mail. And he actually responded to me. And we lettered to each other. Do you remember, Drew?", but she wasn't listening. Instead , she was scrolling down on her phone.

"Oh God", she said, sounding very much like a robot.
She got up from her bed unsteadily and moved her phone over to me to see.
"Is this you?", she showed the screen to me and I could see that she was on twitter.

And on it I saw a profile named "Mysterious_Billie".
It had all my pictures from Michael's concert when I was performing on stage with him and when he came to get me from the University.
"What the hell?", I said almost breathlessly. "Who on earth is posing as me?", I sighed.
"Look!", Drew pointed.
"This person mentioned Michael in a tweet. Michael's profile name is MichaelJackson and it's verified", she scrolled down. "He  replied and tweeted these pics of you two..."

"Did I say that we took pics yesterday after recording?", I giggled and felt slight rush of butterflies in my stomach. 
"That explains these pics in a recording studio", she laughed. "Must have had fun", she said.
"Look! Look!", she pointed to her screen once more.

I saw that Michael and him/her were having an actual conversation in the comments. And his fans were commenting too. Some nasty and some were sweet.

"You were guys are toO cuuuUtte!"
"Michael's just racist! Why only light skinned girls? First Tatum O'Neal and Now Billie? You suck #justsaying"
"Billie is fake! Look at that heavy make-up"
"Is it true? A song together? SUPERB!"
"They're going to be together. Wait and see"
"What happened to Tatum?"
"Michael's appearance is starting to change. Don't any of you see this? #FreakShow"
"Wow, Michael's account is verified and not Billie's..."
"She has a beautiful voice"
"She reminds me of Mariah Carey!! Whoop Whoop"
"Bored and boring celebs!"
"This account is FAKE!"
"Michael's gay!"
"Billie looks pregnant. Why does everyone like her?"

There were so many comments... and I felt like crying once I read the mean ones.
But someone was posing as me and it seemed like Michael thought it was me...
And underneath it was a twitter a video posted by Michael not too long ago. And Drew pressed play. It was the beginning intro music of the song we recorded yesterday, "It's The Falling In Love". He approximately posted 31 seconds of the beginning of the song and he mentioned me... sorry, my Catfish in it as well.

"This has to stop... I have to speak to Michael!", I screamed.
"Have you his number?", I asked Drew. She glared at me as if I was joking. "You have his number monkey", she laughed. "I guess you're too stressed to remember he called you"
"Oh yeah", I let a sigh out again.

I was fidgety as I scrolled down my call logs on my phone. I dialed the number that I suspected was his.
It went through to voice mail. "Hi, it's Michael Joseph Jackson. Sorry that I cannot speak to you right now, but you can leave me a voice message after the beep", and there was a beep, "Michael, it's me Billie. We have to speak"

Michael's POV

I was showering when I heard my phone ringing. I was finishing getting clothed and everything when I noticed that it was Billie's number. I played the voice message that she left.

"Hmm, maybe it's all the comments we were receiving on Twitter that she wanted to speak about", I said to myself. I got into bed and followed her on Twitter so that I could message her over Twitter.

"Hey", I messaged her.
"Hey", I got a message almost immediately. Maybe she was waiting for me to text her.
"You called me", I reminded her.
"...", she sent to me.
" Are you sure...", she sent again.
"Yep. A few minutes ago actually", I responded.
"I must have dialed your number by mistake", she sent.
"But you left a voice message saying that you had to talk to me urgently"
"Oh yes. I totally forgot what I called you for babe"

She called me babe.
I instantly felt myself smile.
"Mike"
"Billie?"
"I think I have crush on you. Let's get married and have kids"

I felt myself sweat once I read that message...
"What? Woah"
"Am I rushing things? I'm sorry. What are you doing now?"
"It's okay... I'm laying in bed and you"
"You're doing me?"

I blushed immediately for my careless grammar mistake.

"I meant: I'm laying in bed. What are you doing?"
"Oh, haha. I'm laying in bed too. I'm thinking about you"
"Really?", I started blushing.
"Yeah. You're so sexy. And your voice is like the best thing ever when you're singing. I can imagine how good it sounds when you're moaning while I'd be riding you good"

I felt myself becoming paralysed once I read it. I felt a great rush of emotions over come me. Why was Billie speaking like this to me? Why was she speaking this sexual to me?
"You'd be riding me good? We'll have to wait and see that", I decided to play along but I knew that this was wrong.

"You better be having me scream your name!", she replied.
"Are you alone right now? And have you 'rode' someone before", I was just so curious.
"Lol, yeah. I am alone. No, I never did. Have you ever had phone sex?" she asked me.
"Lol. No. Where's Drew?", I asked trying to change the topic.
"Drew?", she sent.
"Oh, he's not home", she replied.

"He?", I asked utterly confused.
"She. Sorry. It's this stupid phone", she replied.
"Can we talk tomorrow? I'm getting tired", she sent again.
"Sure Billie. Goodnight. Don't forget to carry on with your lyrics", I sent and received no reply. I placed my phone on the dresser alongside my bed.

I gazed up to the ceiling and was so lost.

Something didn't seem too right.