Happy Birthday con't. The Quiet Dancer

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*This imagine will take place on your birthday. I hope you enjoy. If you do, please comment and let me know how you feel. * This is only for entertainment purposes.

Michael's P. O. V.

When Yn ran out the door, I followed her. I kept calling her name, but she kept running and let me tell you she is fast. "Yn I need to talk to you for a second." She finally stopped and looked at me. She had tears in her eyes. "You were amazing. What is wrong? Did someone say something to you?"

"No, I just have to go. I'm sorry Mr. Jackson. Have a great day." I tried to grab her, but she ran outside of the building. It was pouring down rain. I just hope she is okay. I'm so surprised by the way she dances. She was absolutely amazing. She has to come on tour with me. How can I get her to say yes??

Yn's P. O. V.

I drove home in silence. Normally I listen to music, but I just have a lot on my mind. I haven't danced since I was younger. I would often be made fun of for my dancing. My mother always encouraged me. She knew how passionate I was. 

A few weeks after my fourteenth birthday, she went to jail. He boyfriend was very abusive and she fought back. She didn't kill him, but she was sentenced 10 years. Hopefully she will be out soon. I always check on her. She means the world to me.

When I got to my house, I changed out of my clothes. I didn't want to do anything but sleep. There was a knock at the door before I got into bed. "Who is it?" There was no answer. I looked into the peep hole and saw my mother stand there. 

I will continue later .







I'm just playing.....

I opened the door and gave her a big hug."Oh momma, I have missed you so much! Come in!" She went inside and looked around the kitchen. 

"Yn baby, do you have something to eat? I am hungry." I walked over to the fridge and gave her a plate full of spaghetti. "So how have you been baby girl?"

"I'm good. I was wondering if you would like to stay here with me. " She shook her head no. 

"Don't worry about me baby. I still have the house in my name. I was there before I came over here. I just wanted to see you. I just got out today. I didn't tell you because I wanted this to be a surprise. Did you have fun today? You're 25 years old. What did you do?"

"I work and I just got home from other work. Now I'm going to go to sleep." She stopped eating a and starred at me. 

"You need to get out more Yn. That is no way to spend your birthday. Tomorrow we will celebrate." Before I could say something, there was a knock at the door. Who else could be here? 

"Who is it?" I waited for someone to respond.

"It's me Michael." I turned around and saw my mom waiting for me to open the door. When I opened the door, I saw Michael dripping wet. "Hey I was wondering I could talking to you about what happened earlier."

"Sure, come inside." When he walked in, my mother smirked at him. "Momma, this is Michael. Michael, this is my mother."

"It's nice to meet you Michael. Are you and Yn dating?"

Before he could say something, I spoke. "No, Mom I just met him today."

"Oh, wait are you a singer Michael?"

"Yes mam, I am."

"Wasn't he the singer you told me about? You know the one you had a big crus-"

"Hey momma, can you give us a second." I feel so embarrassed.

"Actually, I'm going to go home. Call me before you go to bed. Good night Michael. Happy Birthday Yn." My mother closed the door behind her.

"Today is you Birthday Yn?"

"Yes, I turned 25."

"That's cool. What did you do?"

I sat down on the couch and he sat down with me. "Nothing, I just worked."

"You should do something. Hey, do you want to hang out?"

"When?"

"Right now. Go get dressed and we can go to a club or something. Come on, I know you want to do something. This will help us get to know each other more. Please?"

"Okay, I'll go."

"Great! We are going to have some fun!"

"Wait, what about you? You wet. What are you going to do?"

He looked at his clothes and laughed. "Are you okay with going to my hotel room so I could change?"

"Sure." I walked into my room and picked out my favorite black dress.

This is going to be interesting. Let me know what you think.

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