Chapter 1.

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{Angelica}

1987

"We're leaving soon babe, okay?"

"Sure thing." I smiled.

"Let's go say bye."

I threw my cup in the trash, as he put his hand on my lower back directing me to everyone he wanted to say goodbye to.

I felt shy and a bit out of place.

Everyone here was either famous or had worked with very famous people and were well known.

He and I had only recently started dating, so being around these kinds of people still was new to me.

I know it sounds rather rude, but the whole time I've been at this party or what he refers to as a "small get together", not once did I see the man who was hosting the party.

I was directed into a new direction and as I turned, being the clumsiest person I am, I bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Babe, chill. It's fine, he understands." My boyfriend whispered in my ear.

I nodded not looking up to the person out of embarrassment as the two talked.

"Well, before I leave let me introduce my clumsygirl. This is Angelica."

Finally I looked up blushing at the comment, embarrassed. and saw the host.

I stared at him caught off gaurd.

My boyfriend nudged me and chuckled nervously, as if I was embarrassing him, and walked away informing to hurry and that he'd wait in the car.

"Oh sorry, um yes-yes I'm Angelica Rodriquez." I smiled shaking his hand.

He smiled and shook my hand as well.

"I'm Michael. Michael Jackson."

We let our hands drop to our sides.

"Um, I'm sorry for bumping you I wasn't looking."

"It's quite alright, don't even worry about it." He waved off my words.

"Um I had a good time, but I should be going soon Damon's waiting."

"Of course." He smiled.

"Oh- and congrats Mr.Jackson." I chuckled almost forgetting why this even was held.

"Michael. And thank you. I hope to see you around?"

I looked back to see if Damon was near, he was extremely jealous and I didn't want to start anything tonight.

"Um..."

"With Damon of course." Michael assured.

"Right, right, of course. I'll stop by some days."

I began to walk away but I couldn't help looking over my shoulder at Michael.

Hopefully I would see him again.

Who knows maybe we'd be good friends.

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