His soft lips...

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Song choice: Say Say Say by Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson.

pictures of Tabitha King btw ;)

 pictures of Tabitha King btw ;)

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20th May 1983

(Michael's POV, before the date, started and he asked)

I can't get her out of my mind, her dress, her smile, her body-

I open my eyes wide, why was I thinking about her body, I mean yes, she is really really good looking but I just can't stop thinking about her.

I press play to the stereo and Billie Jean starts to play. I start on cue with a kick.

"Billie Jean is not my lover," The song sings and I pretend to throw an imaginary fedora and I think of Tabitha. I huff and continue to do my moves. I spin and move my heels back creating an illusion of my moonwalk and I think of her, of Tabitha again.

I freeze. I remember her giving me her number and I scavenge through my pocket and I feel a piece of paper I grin and pull it out, I run over to the phone and dial the numbers that are written on it.

I wait a few brings until she picks up,

"Hello?" I hear her sweet voice say, a little tense but still lovely. I'm really surprised she picked up, she has a tight schedule.

"Hi, Tabitha!" I spin around from excitement,

"Oh, Michael hi!" I hear her glee through the phone and I giggle,

"I was wondering if you'd like to, uh, have dinner with me tonight," I scratch my neck and lean against the wall.

"Yeah sure, I'd love too. What time?" She asks and I hear a little drop of a pencil I suggest.

"I was thinking 8 sharp, oh, and dress fancy because we're going somewhere really nice," I start to slide down the wall until my butt hits the ground.

"I'll have someone pick you up, okay?" I bite my lip and she replies with a yes.

I then hear a gasp,

"Oh, uh, Michael I've got to go like, right now, I'm meeting my friend and if I'm late she'll smack me into next week,"

I giggle at the last part and sigh, I've gotta practice my moves anyway,

"Okay, well, nye Tabitha, see you later," I scratch my cheek

"Bye, see you later,"

~~~~~

(Tabitha's POV, in the same spot at the restaurant)

"This place is amazing," I gasp and look around

"This place is amazing," I gasp and look around

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