Love hate relationship

So your telling me....

Francesca's POV
Hey I'm Francesca! So here's a little info about myself.
My name is Francesca Malinda Kay Barnes I was born on the 10th September 1971. I have bright green and blue eyes. A fair skin color and jet black hair that is very curly. Some people say I have curls like Tatiana Thumbtzen the girl in Michael Jacksons music video. I'm kinda a big fan of Michael Jackson. Ever since a kid I loved him. He was my inspiration to do what I do today. Except dancing haha. I cannot dance at all. People say I can move my body like James brown, but I look at them as though their stupid. Me, dance? Haha you must be high. I have a very different dress code. Every day I like to swap and change different clothes. I like all brands! I only have one favorite and that's Michael kor's.
"Francesca Malinda Kay Barnes get you're fat ass out of bed,NOW!" My mom shouted at me as though I have committed a murder.
"Mom I don't have to go to dance class in like...*looks at clock* another half an hour!" I said clearly confused as to why I need to get up at 8:02am in the damn morning! "You're dance teacher is going to pick you up since you're a huge star!"
"But mom I can just call Daniel to drive me there." Daniel is my limo driver. He is tall. about 5'11 and has brown eyes that are narrow and blonde hair. Daniel was like my girlfriend. Girlfriend you ask? Oh right I forgot to tell you, basically just gay. haha you thought something else didn't you haha! "Yes darling but Daniel has a meeting with his family today so your dance teacher will pick you up. I don't know who it is but it's not Daniel."
Then all of a sudden I hear a car pull up..........

Michaels POV:
Today has been so much hassle. As I was making myself a cup of coffee I heard the phone go off in the family room. Great. I can't even have a cup of coffee without business people calling me 24/7.
Phone convo-m:Michael F:frank
m: "what's the matter now! I can't even have a cup of coffee without business people calling me!"
F: "sorry kid, you know Francesca?"
M: "Francesca? Which one?"
F: "Francesca Barnes dumbass!"
M: "ohh Francesca! Of course I know her Frank! She was my celebrity crush haha! And what about her?"
F: "well she wants to take dance lessons. And I was wondering if you'd teacher her some dance moves for the Grammies next week?"

What.the.heck.
M: " you're kidding right?!"
F: "you don't have to ya know."
M: "Are you crazy! I want to!"
F: "ok kid! Well is it ok if you pick her up from her place? Her limo driver is having a family meeting?"
M: "yes of course!"
F: "ok kid see y'all around!"
End of call...
This is like the best day off my life!
She's the girl off my dreams!
Oh my god I'm so happy!!

Francesca's POV
As I walk outside to my limo I was kinda puzzled....
"Michael?" I asked. Am I tripping?
"Hi!" He says shyly which I find kinda cute. "Please don't tell me you're driving this limo...are you?" I asked as he chuckles at my comment.
"No silly! You're limo driver is busy so I offered to drop you off." Oh.
"Well I could of hired somebody haha!" I laughed sounding sycastic as shit.
"Well I'm just being nice. I know you hardly know me and same here with me, but I love to make people smile. So I'm glad to help sweets."
Did he just call me...sweets?! Oh hell nah! "My names Francesca. But please call me mrs.barnes please I'll like to keep this formal thanks."
"Yes ma'am I respect that." He said. I know y'all probably being like "girl what the fuck! The Michael Jackson has just called you sweets!!" Or "bish you blind?!" Just to clarify that I'm not the lovey-dovey boyfriend girlfriend type or gal. I was brought up in Texas so many people may see me as tough haha. So that kinda explains things I guess. "So Mrs.Barnes what makes you want to take dance lessons?" Michael said interrupting my thoughts. "I can't dance so I'm going to take dance lessons so I'm prepared for the Grammies next week." I said rolling my eyes. "Oh your going to the Grammies?" He said excited. "And whats this? Twenty dumb questions?" I asked smiling sycasticly. He just looked at me and chuckled. "Your very sycastic ya know  that? I guess that makes you look sexy." He said while cracking up. As he said that I choked on my own spit. Who the fuck is he calling me sexy! "I beg your pardon!"
I said clearly shocked as to why he has called my such an inappropriate name. "What can't a guy have good taste?" He chuckled putting his hands up in defense.

Just wait until he gets to know me....