Love lives on (a Michael Jackson story)

Chapter 1- How about no?

The second hand on the clock seems to take ten times as long to move. This class is taking forever! Semester tests were pretty easy overall. I felt pretty good about them. Now since I've finished my last one early I'm sitting here bored out of my mind.

Papers ruffle around me, people turning the page. Pens tap on the desk and feet shuffle on the floor. I make a beet in my head that goes along with the sounds, trying to pass the time.

Finally, class is dismissed so I grab my test and walk to the front of the room to sit it on the professors desk. Kendall rushes up behind me as we are walking out of the room and to the parking lot.

"Anna! You are not going to believe this! Try to guess!!" She didn't wait for me to guess.

"You know how Michael Jackson performs here in California tonight?! And how it was nearly impossible to get tickets?! Well this kid gave me four for letting him copy off my test!" I rolled my eyes.

"Ken, you know I don't care for Michael Jackson." I try to sound soft so I won't hurt her feelings.

" I know...but I thought it would still be fun.. Ya know. Since we just finished our last test in our last college class. but it's fine...I guess I won't go then." She put on her best sad face.

I groaned. "Fine, I'll go." her frown turns up into a smirk.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed. " Guess what this means! Shopping time!" She sang grabbing my arm and pulling me to her car. I groan again.

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"What do you think?" Ken walks out of the dressing room wearing a fitted royal blue dress that stops mid thigh and hangs off one shoulder.

"It looks great. " I say, giving her a smile.

"That's what you've said about the last three dresses I've tried on! I need your honest opinion. Now let's start over." She walks back in the dressing room shutting the door. Then comes back out.

"So, what do you think?" I chuckle a little.

"Honestly..." She nods her head waiting for me to continue.

"You look hot, ken. That's my favorite that you have tried on." She smiles giving me a 360.

"You're right. I look great." She laughs and skips back into the dressing room.

Later, I end up getting a black fitted dress that stops at the knee with two deep red pen stripes starting at the shoulders and making it's way down to the hem in the front. We both get black sparkly hills and head to the jewelry.

"I'm gonna go look in that section and you look in this section. Tell me if you see anything good. " Kendall walks over to the far left.

I look at the rack in front of me that has some beautiful diamond earring studs. I pick up the case to admire them when I feel someone staring at me. I look around to see several women busying themselves with the jewelry. Then my eyes fall on a man leaning up against the far right wall. One foot is slightly propped up against the wall while the other is locked keeping him in place. He is wearing black pants with black dress shoes with red socks showing. A black sports jacket with a red shirt underneath. His hands are in his pockets and he is peaking up at me from under his black fedora. His curls hanging in his eyes.

I quickly look back down at the earrings I'm holding, trying to act like I'm busy.

"You know if you buy em', you can actually take them out of the box." A soft but manly voice behind me startles me and I fumble with the box. A hand reaches out to steady my hand.

"Sorry. " He chuckles.

I look up to see the man that was starring at me. Only this time I have a clear view of his face. His chocolate brown eyes bore into mine and his bright teeth shine through his lopsided smile.

"...Oh yeah, Uhm it's okay. I was actually just looking. I don't have the money.. ya know. " I laugh nervously as his hand is still firmly on mine.

He let's go lifting his head up a little when it suddenly dawns on me. He looks a lot like Michael Jackson. Huh. That's funny seeing as how we are going to his concert tonight.

"Well that's not a problem." He grabs the box from me and smiles.

"I can take care of it. " What? Is he insane?

"Oh no! Don't do that! Really, I can live without them." I look down and blush.

"Seriously, id take a chance any day to buy something beautiful for someone beautiful. " He takes out his wallet, opening it, revealing his drivers license. It read, Michael Jackson. He looked up at me and gave me a heart stopping smile.

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