I watched him....everyday
I noticed things....alot of things
Way he talks
Way he walks
How he treats his friends
How he treats his family
I can tell he's the popular one in both...
I always see him with a girl...
But...never with them intimately
S...
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It's been a week since Mrs. Raymon sprung the nonexistent talent show that she also left me and Alessia in charge of.
Just because of this, I've been coming over Alessia's house way more than usual....which is never.
Yall probably thinking..."Why you sound so uncomfortable, you should be happy?"
Don't get me wrong, I am happy but this just seems too coincidental.... way too coincidental for my preference.
Maybe I'm just being paranoid.
Right now I was back at the school, in the studio finishing my solo for the talent show.
I already the instrumental and with the help of my brothers, some background vocals for the song so all I had to do was my vocals.
I put my headphone on and played the track.
"I can't wait to get to school each day And wait for you to pass my way (And bells start to ring) and angels start to sing "Hey, that's the girl for you" (ooh, yeah) "So what are you gonna do?" (ooh, baby) Hey, little girl, I love you so (I love you so)"
"All I do is think of you Day and night that's all I do (that's all I do, baby) I can't get you off my mind (off my mind) Think about you all the time, all the time"
I was on my way to get my guitar since I left it from yesterday when me and Michael held auditions for the talent show.
We had to push some folks a little more, because we a lot of shy people auditioning in hope to break free from the shadows. Sounds dramatic as hell, I know but it's true.
Anyways I walked into the music room, going towards the studio door. I opened the door and walked in to see my guitar sitting in the corner. I walked over to get it when I heard music, I looked over and saw Michael through the one way mirror in the singing booth.
I stared at him in awe, he looked so peaceful and comfortable...like he belong in there. I stopped for a second and just listened.
"I begun to take the long way home Just so I can be alone (To think of how to say) You're fine in every way Hey, I'm in love with you (oh, I love you baby) I think the world of you (ooh, yes I do) Oh, won't you please, please be mine"
I sat down and my eyes widened. In love? He's in love with me? I looked down at the sound board and saw a lyric sheet with some notes written on it. I scanned over some, reading the song title "All I Do Is Think Of You"
"All I do is think of you Baby, day and night that's all I do I can't get you off my mind Think about you all the time, all the time, ooh"
"Girl, you're so doggone fine Baby, I love you Think the world of you, oh"
I kept scanning over the notes until one caught my eye. "She drives me crazy, im in love. I'm in love with Alessia" I felt tears coming to my eyes, he feels the same way? .....oh my god. I kept reading over the sheet, seeing some doodles of my name with his.
"Alessia Jackson"
"Mr. and Mrs. Michael Jackson"
I watched as some of my tears stained the paper.
I didn't even noticed the music stopped playing.
The paper was snatched out of my hands. "What are you doing?"
I jumped up, seeing Michael towering me with a unrecognizable look in his eyes.
Was it anger, embarrassment, concern.....love?
I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and got up.
"I just came to get my guitar, I forgot it yesterday"
He just looked at me. "well you have it so why are you still here?"
There was a silence, a very awkward, uncomfortable silence.
They just stood there, avoid eye contact.
Alessia was still sheading a few tears and Michael had a tight grip on the paper, almost crumbling it.
Alessia sighed and sniffled, about to ask a question she clearly had the answer to already.
"Is that song about me?"
Michaels rubbed the back of his neck, starting sweat. "What? ....no.....no it's not....w-what are you talking about?"
"Really?" Alessia paused then cleared her throat, walking closer to Michael. Then recited exactly what Michael wrote on that sheet.
"So you didn't write 'She drives me crazy, im in love. I'm in love with Alessia' on that paper crumbling in your hand?" She asked pointing to Michael's right hand.
Michael blushed, feeling so embarrassed but then realized that he can't be embarrassed because he has proof that she wrote a song about him too.
He sighed in defeat "Yeah I did write that and yes the song is about you"
Alessia nodded "Okay"
Alessia then walked back to the sound board, getting the studio laptop and logged off of Michael's account and logged onto hers, searching for her song. She took a deep breath and played her song Comfortable.
She dropped her guitar and just stood there, waiting for Michaels reaction.
They both sit down in the swivel chairs and listened to the song together in, now a very comfortable silence.
Once the song was over, Michael had this stupid grin on his face as Alessia was blushing red like a cherry.
Michael sighed, "Wow"
Alessia cleared her throat, "Yeah"
And Michael asked a question that he already knows the answer to.
"Was that abo-"
"Yeah, yeah it was. It's about you" She said cutting him off. "I plan to sing it at the talent show"
Michael's eyes widened "Really?"
Alessia nodded "Mhmm"
"Well if you'll do that then I'll sing my song too"
Alessia turned to face him "Really, you'd do that?"
Michael nodded "Mhmm"
Both Alessia and Michael smiled at each other.
They both know that they have feelings for each other and decided to take things slow.
So I guess Rebbie's plan worked after all and she didn't even have to to do anything.
