Part I *Michael Jackson*

Im Jordan? Your name is?

Michael P.O.V

She's beautiful. I don't know her but she have an faint hourglass figure, an milk chocolate like skin tone, brown eyes, mid-length hair to her shoulders. Everything about her was beautiful.

Unfortunately I am staring to hard at her because my brother Randy had to tap my shoulder to break my eyes from studying her.

I turn my head while blushing. She seem like an nice girl. I feel like I get a rush from just looking at her.

She seems more fun than my past-girlfriends. All they wanted was sex but I didn't give it to them.

I saw her enter an room and I am determine to get to know this girl. I look at my mother for permission and she nod her head in consent.

I excuse myself from the table and went to the room she walked in.

"Hi." I must of scare her because she jump. "Oh hi."

She blush a bit. She sat down on the bed. "Um not to be rude but what are you doing here?" I ran my fingers through my hair. " I want to get to know you. What's your name?"

She smirk " My name is Jordan how about you?" I smile at her " It's Michael."

"Look I don't want you to think of me as weird or anything but I just want to get to know you because you seem different," I say playing with my fingers.

She look at me amaze "You really want to see me. You really think I'm different?"

I nod feeling my curls invade my face again.

"Alright let me just ask my mom." I start to get up but she pull me to the backdoor.

"They won't even know let's go Michael. She say as we go out the back door.

I don't know about this but if I with her I might love it.