Dangerous

Chapter 1: Happy Birthday, Lyssia

Michael's POV:

So, it's currently 6:43 a.m. I turn over on my back and rub my eyes tiredly.

I never wake up this early, I think. I roll back over and wrap myself up in the sheets until I realize what day it is.

August 15. Arlyssia's birthday.

I sigh out loud. "Damn it, girl!"

Don't get me wrong, Lyssia is my best friend and all, but her timing is always off. She acts as though I'll really have enough energy to party all damn day. I barely have enough energy to walk on some days.

Anyway, after my silent rant is over, I get in the shower. As soon as I get in she calls me.

"Damn it, Lyssia! I literally just got in here!" I yell as I step out and stomp to my room.

"Hello?"

"Eeeee!" she squeals, making me jump.

"Good morning to you too, Arlyssia."

"Guess what today is, Mikey!"

"Hanukkah?" I smirk. I can feel her roll her eyes.

"No..."

"No no no! I got it this time... Is it Easter?"

".....I oughta slap you, Michael." she mumbles, making me laugh.

"I'm just kidding. I know what today is. How could anyone forget it?"

"Aww thank you Mikey!" she beams.

"You're welcome. Now can I please take my shower?"

"Sure! I'll talk to you later baby!"

Ok.... This girl just said baby...

Since when?

Arlyssia's POV:

I start jumping around my room like a moron. Every time I talk to him I get all giddy. I search my gigantic closet for something ultra sexy to wear. I find my best dress, a silver V-neck showing a lot of cleavage since I was already busting out of my bra. I chose some silver high​ heels with black diamonds scattered across them. My dress also had diamonds scattered across it. My jewelry was 24k everything, including my necklace, which spelled out my name: Lyssia.

I look in the mirror and do a little twirl.

"Oh yeah. Michael is gonna flip." I smirk as I grab my car keys and head out the door on my way to Neverland.

Chris's POV:

"This hoe makin' me wake up TOO DAMN EARLY!!!" I yell as I search through my closet lookin' for somethin' presentable. I decide to wear my usual: a white cap with a white Gucci jacket, a white beater, some white pants, and diamond studs. I like white. It makes me look fly as hell.

I stand lookin' in the mirror frownin'. I can't believe my best friend is Michael Jackson. Your boy gotta represent. This the best I can do. I ain't ballin', I tell you that. And I already know this girl gon' be lookin' like a damn dime. I don't be all over her, though. But damn...

Shawty poppin' in ALL the right places.

I hit myself in the head. "Control yo self, Chris." I go on the kitchen to get a muffin and some OJ, and as soon as I'm sittin' down the doorbell rings.