Fault In Our Stars (Michael Jackson)

Ch.6- This Fooling Around

No-One’s POV

“143”, he asked with suspicion in his voice.

 “Err,yes...143” she answered.

 “So what does 143 mean?” he asked while lifting his chin from her head and looked down to her.

 “What does P.Y.T mean?” she asked with a smirk.

 “I asked first. You can’t answer a question with a question”, he said smiling.

 “Fine. If I tell you it would give my secret language away, you see", she informed him.

 "But just tell me how it works...please”

 “Why is it so important to you Michael?”, she asked now looking up at him as they were approaching her apartment.

“Well...what if you’re cursing me secretly then what?”

 She rolled her eyes and there stood a bronze antique gate with flower engravings. She took the key from her clutch bag and struggled to open the gate.

Michael's POV

Dang! This girl is fine. She's so mysterious and different. I mean, she's not as vulnerable as all the girls that I've met. She's independent and strong all on her own. That's what I found sexy. And her body..."ow". I looked at her from the curly hair of her all the way down her rounded booty. Her hair is full and long that  it covered her back. Her booty...phew. I...I can't describe it. It's like phew...not like any that I've seen before and that dress just makes it...wow. This is overwhelming. So I know that you're probably thinking that I should've helped her but this was an amazing opportunity to look at her properly. As I was still staring at her booty, she turned around.

Shoot! Did she see me? Wow, well done Michael. I always check ladies out in such a way that they wouldn't notice but I've messed up this time. I guess that it's just difficult to get enough of her...

Oh, Michael what's wrong with you. She obviously doesn't like you back.

Her ,now, green eyes just gazed at me and she asked me whether I'd like to take her up to the door. "Cool", I said. It had stopped raining so I didn't need to get into the apartment. What I needed to do was to take the bus back and -on the way- make up an excuse as to why I wasn't at the meet-and-greet...oh no.

Billie's POV

"Oh Billie! Get a hold of yourself! Why would Michael...MIchael Jackson be checking you out. It's not like he likes you. You're just some girl whom he ditched the meet-and-greet for just to meet. That always happens...right?"- this is what I said to myself in my mind.

I opened the gate and gestured my hand to him to go in. "My guest first", I said as I smiled at him.

To this day, I really didn't mean for what happened to him to happen...

He then stumped his foot into a mountain high mud patch that went right above his ankle. He then looked at me with a death glare and a bit of a crooked smile spread across his fine lips...wait did I say fine?

"Really?" he yelled. I walked up to him and stood beside his foot in the mud. "Poor loafers...first they were black but now they're brown. Who knew that mud could do that? Let's get you cleaned up shoes".

"Oh...it's the loafers that you care about hmm" he said sarcastically. " UGH, okay. Michael let's get you cleaned up" I said as I interlocked my fingers with his and walked over to the door.

I opened the door and placed his jacket at the back of the door. But he didn't come in. When I peaked out onto the porch, he just stood there smiling. I asked for my shoes and he handed them to me and I  placed them on the floor beside the kitchen cupboard.

 I strolled over onto the porch and stood in front of him. Snap, I was short. "What's up?", I asked.

"I better head back, I'm sure Quincy is quite worried about my whereabouts I ditched the meet-and-greet, so yeah", he said while biting his fine lower lip and scratched his head. "What? You ditched it? Wow, why?", I asked him pretending to not know that he ditched it. "Well, you think that I'd let a girl with such an amazing voice walk away?" he stated yet he asked aswell.