Old Friend

-Chapter 3-

After the embarrassing Prince escapade, Michael and I sat reminiscing on old times between the two of us.

He'd told me countless stories of crazed fans, and really touching stories of fans all across the globe that would send him gifts and fanmail wherever he may be in the world at that time. I could believe it all, I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of the most angelic man on the planet?

Silence befell us as we just sat, taking each other in, the occasional sip of water here and there.

I'd opened my bottle for another drink when I noticed a drop of water hanging from Michael's bottom lip, and damn if I didn't wanna catch it with my tongue.

He must have felt me watching, "What?" he'd asked looking at me, "Huh?" oh, shit, I'd zoned out, way out.

"You were staring at me, girl." He was smirking, huh?

"No, I wasn't. You just wanted me to be," I quipped, winking.

He was so beautiful as I took in his appearance; Long curls pulled back into a band. A plain white v-neck underneath a bedazzled jacket, with tight black jeans and boots.

"See, there you go again." Michael said once again rousing me. I couldn't wipe this silly smile off of my face.

"Is there something you wanna say to me, Alicia?" He scooted closer, closing the distance between us.

I looked up into his beautiful brown orbs as they searched mine, "I love you, Michael." there, I'd finally said it after our many years of just friendship.

Were now as close as two people could get on a loveseat. He held me, my back pressed against the couch, his cologne intoxicating me.

"You what?" he asked. Oh no, my heart sank. I wished I could take it back. It was the wrong time."I love you too, girl. I've always loved you."