{{{Michael's POV}}}
I was the first to pull in the driveway as Bianca pulled in behind me. We both got out and she smiled the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.
We both walked in and I turned on all the lights.
"Michael can I tell you something?" She asked putting her purse on the kitchen counter.
"Depends," I joked but she was still serious. Oh boy.
"You really helped that women. Do you know how kind hearted that is. Cause to be honest mike, any one I know would of shipped her off to someone else, but for you to stop what your doing and help her is so kind," she hugged me and I felt so special in this moment.
"Hey I didn't do it alone, you were next to me the whole time," I hugged her back real tight in my arms, and I didn't want to let her go.
"Well we should get to writing that song," she pulled away and I walked to the kitchen.
"Yeah but aren't you hungry, I know I am I haven't ate all day," I got out salad materials to make me one.
"Yeah actually I am, but I'll start jotting some lyrics down," later on I finished our salad.
"Okay here you-," when I walked back to the living room Bianca was stretched out with her long soothing body that laid on my couch. Damn, why is she so perfect.
She looked pretty knocked out so I decided to carry her into the guest bedroom which was a couple rooms from mine. I slowly tucked her in and shut the door.
I walked to my room and put on my red pajama pants with a black man type tank top. For a while I starred at the ceiling, until an hour later I heard my door lightly screech open.
"Michael," it was Bianca. She whispered slowly and I sat up.
"B, you okay?" I looked at her as the moon shines directly from my window and shined at her.
"Sorry I fell asleep, I feel stupid," she was still in her daily outfit. But she looked adorable, and I want her to feel comfortable not embarrassed.
"No, no your okay we had along day," I whispered back.
"Maybe I should get going so you could sleep, I'll call you tomorrow," truly I didn't want her to leave.... I wanted one night with her. So she doesn't have to leave. Cause if you let someone as perfect as Bianca Lewis go, then they'll be taken in a second.
"Wait b, uh- do you want to stay here?" I felt myself getting red. Ugh I need to stop.
{{{Bianca's POV}}}
I can't believe Michael asked me to stay with him. I love him so much, and I do want to stay with him. Cause if you let someone as perfect as Michael Jackson go, then they'll be taken in a second.
"I'll be your guest, thank you mike," I smiled and he echoed.
"Well good nigh ahh," I fell right on top of Michael. But this was a perfect moment.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry I tripped on your shoe thing," I got up and looked down. I heard noises down stairs and I didn't want to sleep in the other room by myself.
"It's okay haha I promise," I'm glad he didn't freak.
"What's that noise down stairs?" I looked back at the black view as it stands behind the door.
"It's just the water pipe under the ground. But it's nothing scary," I calmed a little cause I felt protective with Michael here.
"Hey mike, can I sleep in here with you tonight?" He turned 50 shades of red immediately.
"If you want," he smiled and I smiled to. He cleared half of the bed for me and I slept on the opposite side of him.
"I love you my best friend. No matter what," Michael said as he softly spoke to me.
"I love you to," I patted his feet and he rubbed my leg in a soft manor.
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Love And The Music
Non-FictionBianca Lewis has always loved music since the day she was born. She sang, dance and made her own music at a young age. She's now 19 and lives on her own. She wants to make her own music business, but wants to learn how to run one. She joins the musi...
