4 months later. May 22, 1981. Encino, California.
Michael's POV.
"How's practice going babe?" Y/N's smooth and silky voice asks through the phone.
I let out a loud sigh. "Exhausting. But practice makes perfect right?"
Y/N chuckles. "Michael, you are perfect." I can tell that she was smiling when she said that. She knows how to make me feel good.
I twirl the phone cord with my finger, blushing at her words. "You always know how to make me smile, you know that?" I giggle.
"I'm glad I can. That's all I want to do for you, is make YOU happy." Y/N responds sincerely.
"Baby, thats my job." I respond. "Anyways get your butt over here girl." I chuckle.
"So demanding Jackson." She says seductively. "I'll be over there in 20 minutes."
"Ok. Can't wait to see you doll face."
"Ew Michael. Don't ever say that again!" Y/N laughs. "Bye boy!"
She hangs up the phone. "Bye! Dang."
After Y/N hangs up the phone, I lay in my bed, staring at the white ceiling. Its so boring here without Y/N.
Suddenly my mother interrupts my thoughts and yells my name. "Michael Joseph Jackson!" Even when she tries to yell, her voice still seems soft.
I sigh. "Yes mother?!" I yell back.
"Can you go get the mail please?!" She says softly.
I groan. "Ok mother!" I run down the stairs and make my way outside to catch the mail. There better be mail in the mailbox cause I hate walking out here for nothing.
"Hey Michael!" Bill, one of my most trusted guards says to me.
I wave back and continue my way to the mailbox. It sure is nice out here.
I save myself from the long walk by stopping to ask Bill a question. "Hey Bill!?" I yell.
"Yes Michael?!" Bill responds.
"Did the mailman come by?"
Bill smiles at me. "Sure did. Seems like lots of fan mail."
I chuckle. "Ok. Thanks Bill." Bill nods his head, and I continue my way to the mailbox.
Once I reached the mailbox, I open it to see that there is over 30 letters. Oh boy, this is gonna take awhile. At least I'm gonna have Y/N's help.
As I'm looking through the mail, the gates open, letting Y/N through. I run up to her car window as she slows down.
"Hey!" I knock on her window so she can let it down.
She removed her aviators off of her face and rolls down the window. "Yes, lover boy?"
I smack my lips. "Girl hurry up. We got fan mail to read."
