13th of November, 1988
Michael is 30, Angela is 24

Angela: "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my Godddd! Wake up!"

I groaned and tried to cover my ears with my pillow. "Julia, shut uuup."

My roommate scoffed, "Angela, I swear, if you don't wake up-"

"What's this about, Jules?" our other roommate, Lori, sounded groggy as well.

"My aunt and cousins got sick!" Julia squealed.

"And you're happy about that because...?" I mumbled.

"Because, Angela," she said. "They were supposed to go to the Michael Jackson concert tonight. But now guess who gets to go?! We do! They gave me the tickets! We're going to see Michael fucking Jackson!"

Julia was a huge Michael Jackson fan. Honestly, I never understood the appeal. Music wasn't my thing, really.

And this obsession my roommate with him was even weirder.

How can you be that obsessed to someone you don't even know?

"Get up, girls! We have a six-hour car ride! Oh, and my aunt agreed to host us for the night." she finally pulled the covers off of my face.

"Jules, I would go," I rolled my eyes. "If I didn't have to study for my Analytics exam. You know, the reason I had to stay up last night, too..."

"Don't be a party pooper, Angela! A free Michael Jackson ticket! There's more to life than UCB!"

"Yeah, but I'd like to finish with distinction, thank you very much."

"You're already first in our class. Come on, enjoy yourself a little."

I sat up and stretched. "I don't even like Michael Jackson. Or know his music."

"I'll play it on the way! Lori, help me out here!" Julia begged.

Lori hopped off her bed, "I mean, she's practically begging, Ange..."

"And if you don't come I'd have to give the ticket to Becky, you know I don't like her."

They both looked at me with pleading eyes. I sighed, eyeing the both of them.

I can't believe they're making me do this...

"Fine," I gave up. "But I'm not driving."

~

Six hours later, we arrived at Julia's aunt's house in one of the fanciest neighborhoods in LA, Bel Air.

After a quick introduction to her aunt and uncle, they showed us the rooms we'll be staying in.

We had something to eat before heading out to the Los Angeles Memorial Sports Arena because Julia wanted to get there ASAP.

The lines were crazy, and luckily for Julia, she was stubborn enough to push through the sea of people once we were in.

And somehow, we made it all the way to the first few rows. After finally calming down, I looked up.

The stage was big, the amount of fans in front of us and behind us actually surprising me.

More and more people piled up as we waited for the show to start. It got so bad that all three of us were basically on top of each other.

"How can you enjoy a concert like this?" I complained, feeling someone's hand on my ass.

I turned around and shot the guy a look. He backed away as much as he could.

"Would you relax? It's all part of the experience," Julia said. "Oh! I think it's starting! The lights are going down!"

Nothing could have prepared me for the screams. They were so loud.

A big, bright screen turned on, the screams got louder.

Here we go.

~

Was I turned into a Michael Jackson fan after this show? Probably not, but I couldn't deny he was an incredible performer.

And to be honest, he's not too bad looking, either...

I actually enjoyed myself, except for the fact that different people rubbed up against me every now and then.

It was so hot, too. We were all sweating like crazy.

Halfway through 'Man in the Mirror', Julia grabbed my hand tightly, dragging both Lori and I towards the exit.

"Jules, what are you doing?!" Lori yelled at her. "I wanna see this!"

"I know, me too, but we'll only have an hour before he gets out!" Julia explained.

"Gets out? Who?"

"Michael!"

"What?" I asked.

"Each night, he leaves through the back exit of the venue he performs. And he does it exactly an hour after he finishes the show, so we have get there! I heard some fans get very, very lucky."

Woah, she's actually delusional.

"Julia, I don't know what you're planning, but I'm not a groupie, and I refuse to be dragged into this." I scoffed and pulled my hand away.

Julia turned back to face me. "Please, Ange! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me!"

She made that same face she had on this morning when trying to convince me to come.

"If he doesn't show in an hour we're going." I caved.

"Fine... Thank you!"

Grabbing our hands once again, she led us out.

~

Again, we were squished in all the wrong places due to the amount of people that had the same idea as Julia.

But she was definitely more persistent than anyone else because we were front and center, where security were trying to fend off some of the crazy fans.

I looked at my watch, then showed it to Julia. "Your boyfriend has five minutes to make an appearance or we're leaving."

"Oh, come on, Ange! Let's stay a little longer, pleaseeee." she begged.

"We had a deal, Jules. Your aunt said to be back by 1, and the drive back is long."

"Please, it's only 12-"

She was interrupted by screams again, and the big doors that led into the arena opened.

A black van approached the crowd slowly, making Julia grab my arm tightly.

"I can't believe it! He's actually in there."

"Jeez, Jules, he's just a guy." I rolled my eyes.

The van came closer, and when it stopped right in front of us, she went even crazier.

Gosh, I just wanna be in bed right now...

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" my roommate suddenly screeched.

"What now, Jules?"

A security guy came over, his tall build towering over us.

"Ma'am," he nodded in my direction. "My name is Bill, I was asked by Mr. Jackson to escort you to the car."

What?

Julia's nails dug into my skin.

"I'm not going anywhere with you-" I started, but she cut me off.

"Of course she is! Could you give us a moment, Bill?" she said and turned to me. "You have to go."

"What?! No, I'm not going into a car with a stranger-"

Julia squeezed my arms tighter, "You understand what this means, Angela?! He picked you out of everyone here. Please, you have to go and tell me everything later."

"Julia, I am not sleeping with him." I sneered. Who does she think I am?

"Then don't, you don't have to! But you have to go, the least you'll get out of it is a nice dinner. Please, please, please, for me!"

"She's not wrong, Ange." Lori chimed in.

They both looked at me with begging eyes, as if this was my duty as their friend.

I sighed, "You owe me big time..."

Julia screeched once again before hugging me tightly.

She then let go and told me to have the best time, pushing me towards the security guard.

He helped me over the barricade and walked me to the car.

"Your name, miss?" he asked.

"Uh, Angela." I answered.

"Angela...?"

"Brown."

He took out what looked like a pile of papers and a pen. "Sign this, please."

"What is it?" I raised my eyebrows.

"An NDA. Mr. Jackson is private about his personal businesses."

I was a bit shocked, but ended up signing it anyways. Once I handed it to him, Bill opened the van door for me.

There he was. Still dressed in his final outfit for the concert, he had a towel wrapped around his neck and a water bottle in his hand.

He was looking outside through the window, away from me, waving to his fans.

There was really nothing special about him, he was just another guy.

What did mesmerize me, regardless of how I felt towards him, was the smile on his face.

It was one of the most beautiful smiles I had seen in a while.

Michael laughed slightly, and finally turned to me. Our eyes locked, instantly making me avert mine.

He offered me his hand so I took it. I could've sworn there were sparks when our fingers touched.

Finally in the car, Bill followed me in and closed the door behind him. He situated himself in the back seat.

I looked down at Michael and I's held hands, the blush making its way to my cheeks.

"Hi," he said softly. "I'm Michael."

"Angela." I mumbled, still looking down.

His thumb ran over the back of my hand before he spoke again. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Uh, sure. You're a great performer."

"Thank you," he chuckled deeply. "Not a fan, I assume?"

I smiled a little, wondering how he knew. "Not really. But my friends are, so I came along. We got the tickets for free. Which is why I hope you won't be offended when I say I'm not gonna sleep with you."

Michael then put a finger under my chin so I'd look at him, "Will you at least agree to a late dinner with me?"

I finally allowed myself to glance into his eyes.

They were so big and brown, full of anticipation.

"Dinner sounds great." I nodded.

~

14th of November, 1988
Michael is 30, Angela is 24

Angela: It was around 12:30 when we reached the hotel.

Bill escorted us quickly down the LA Ritz-Carlton hallways.

The entire time, Michael held my hand.

"This floor and the one above us are for my crew. No else sleeps here but people who work for me, so you don't have to worry about your picture being accidentally taken." he said.

"Oh, that's good. Thanks."

We stopped in front of the door at the end of the hall. "This is us. Thank you, Bill."

"Have a good night, Mr. Jackson." the bodyguard nodded.

Michael used his key to open the door. To say I was astonished by the room would be an understatement.

I'm actually in the presidential suite at the Ritz. Woah.

And it smelled like him, which I found surprisingly appealing.

"Please, feel free, Angela. If you need the bathroom, it's right there. I'll order us food," he let go of my hand. It suddenly felt kind of lonely. "Is Pizza alright? They have some of the best here."

"Pizza is great. Thank you, Michael."

I watched as he made his way to the suite's dining room to call room service.

Quickly, I went into the bathroom. It was massive too, not that I expected anything else.

After doing my business as fast as I could, I checked myself out in the mirror.

The humidity made my hair somewhat frizzy, so I attempted to fix it with water. I then washed my armpits too, just in case.

When I was done, I almost laughed at myself.

What the hell am I doing? It's not like I'm gonna sleep with him.

I spotted a few perfume bottles in the vanity, allowing myself to look through them. Most were for men, but a good amount were for women.

Jeez, he probably has a woman in his hotel room every night.

I sighed in relief when I saw my brand. Finally feeling ready, I went back to the dining room.

Michael had already changed, and was now in a pair of red silk pajamas. He smiled up at me, that bright grin making my heart beat faster.

"I, uh, have a pair for you too, if you'd like. Just so you're comfortable." he showed me the black pajamas that were folded nicely.

"Sure. I'll be right back."

After I changed, I could smell pizza. Gosh, I am hungry.

We sat down to eat. All through dinner, we talked. He asked a lot about me, apparently very interested in what I had to tell about myself.

He was particularly impressed with my academic achievements. And he was surprised to find out I was an LA native, but with an Italian twist.

It's like he actually wants to get to know me or something.

I learned about his family, how this was his first ever solo tour. It seemed like he felt pretty comfortable around me, his body less tense than before.

Yet he never really talked about himself, more about everything surrounding him.

"What do you do to relax?" he questioned.

"Go on a walk, or read. I love reading. There isn't a lot of free time for me right now, though. Grad school is no joke." I said.

That made him smirk. "I love reading, too. Wish I could do it more."

Wow, finally something about him.

"Why don't you?"

"Between shows, rehearsals, recording, and other engagements, I really don't have time for myself."

"That sounds exhausting."

"It is."

Michael sighed loudly before looking away. "Uh, I'll clean up. You can go to the living room, find us a movie to watch?"

I agreed. This is so weird, why am I still here?

Once I was in the living room, I looked through the VHS tapes. Here, too, there were so many options to choose from.

I noticed 'The Shining' and took it out.

"You like horror?" Michael's voice made me jump. He stood above me, a big bucket of popcorn in his hands.

"Umm, no. I'm usually too scared," my cheeks burned again. "But I heard good things about this one."

"It's settled then, put it in."

~

With my knees curled up against me, I peeked through my hands at the TV.

Lord, why did I agree to this movie?

"You're not really enjoying this, huh?" Michael asked.

I shook my head and looked at him. Of course, that adorable smile adorned his face as he examined me.

"What?" I blushed.

He placed his hands on my legs. "May I?"

I nodded slightly, making him come closer and lift my legs onto his lap.

"We don't have to finish it, but I'm here just in case you want to." he gently rubbed my knee.

Our eyes stayed locked on each other for a few moments, the movie becoming background noise to my heartbeat.

It was all I could hear when Michael leaned in, face inches from mine.

Those big hands of his traveled down to my thighs, then my hips where they stayed.

I gasped just as our lips connected in a soft kiss. And suddenly, I felt like I was floating.

He moved his body even closer. With his arms around me now, he picked me up in one swift motion.

All I could do was focus on him, as if my body was under some sort of spell, that I barely noticed him walking towards the bedroom.

It went on like that for a while. Just the two of us, engulfed in each other's kiss. It was so intoxicating. He was so intoxicating.

I even let him go as far as removing my pajamas. So oblivious, I didn't even realize I was doing the same to him.

But he broke the spell when moving to kiss my neck.

My eyes shot open, realizing what was happening.

What am I doing? I don't even know this man.

"Michael," I breathed when he started sucking. "Michael..."

"Angela..." he mimicked my tone.

"We have to stop."

"Why?"

"Please. Just stop for a second."

His actions stopped immediately, and he pulled away to look at me again.

"Did I do something wrong?" he whispered.

"No," I said. "I just... I don't know anything about you. I mean, you know where I grew up, you know what I like, what I don't. All I heard about you is that this is your first solo tour."

"And that I like to read..." he tried to reason.

I rolled my eyes slightly.

"Why does it matter?" he cupped my face. "You're having fun, right?"

"Yes, but it's only fair that I get to know you, too. Don't you think? I mean, if we're already going to do this, it might be better if we actually knew each other."

He let out a long sigh, "What do you wanna know?"

~

We ended up talking through the night, all tangled in each other.

And I learned so much about him.

How he missed his real bed, in his home which was not too far away. He even told me his plans about his future home, a ranch he recently purchased.

In hopes of one day being able to raise his children in that ranch, where they can be free to do anything they want without being seen or judged by the world.

And it might've been the fact that I enjoyed listening to him speak, but he managed to mesmerize me all over again.

Later, when the sun was starting to rise, he went on to open up about how lonely he was.

It turned into an entire conversation about how he doesn't think he'll ever find someone who would truly love him for him.

"People never see me, they see Michael Jackson," he explained. "They're never interested in who I am, only in my name. I think, out of all the girls I've done this with, you're the only one who asked about me. All those other ones, they just wanted to sleep with me."

"Is that why you do this so often? Because you're lonely? The girls, I mean." I moved myself closer to him.

"Mmhm, maybe..." Michael leaned in again. I let him kiss me for the millionth time that night.

Did I feel bad for him? I don't think so. I definitely felt something, but it wasn't pity.

Maybe it's sympathy, I can't even imagine what this man has endured. And I respect him so much more for it.

And even with everything in his life, he is still the most caring human being I've ever met.

He rolled us over so he'd be on top of me, our lips never parting.

Although he respected my wishes and we didn't do much during the night, he finally seemed a bit impatient now.

"Will you stay for breakfast?"

"Depends... I just wanna know one more thing..." I mumbled into his mouth.

A scoff left his lips, "What...?"

It was my turn to cup his face, chiseled jaw almost sitting in my hands perfectly.

His big, brown eyes scanned mine, probably searching for an answer.

"Will you call me tomorrow? I would love to continue our talk." I told him.

And it was true, I found him so appealing.

I never to wanted to stop talking to him.

"You got it, baby."

With that, he placed himself in between my legs, fingers reaching behind my back to take off my bra.

I gasped, shivers running down my spine. My own fingers explored his abs, the heat radiating off of his body turning me on even more.

He reached for my panties, slowly going down.

His tongue tickled a sensitive spot on my inner thigh. "M- Michael."

"Shh..."

And in an instant, I was in heaven, his name leaving my lips in demanding moans.

Those slender fingers of his found my nipples, giving each of them attention.

It didn't take long for him to find just the right spot.

And although it has been a while since a man made me feel this way, those familiar butterflies started forming.

"F- faster!" I demanded.

When he obliged, I allowed myself to grab his curly hair as I tried holding onto something.

My moans turned into screams. I think it might've turned him on, because his grip on my boobs tightened and he suddenly stopped.

"Wha- Why did you stop?" I asked, breathless.

Michael didn't answer me. Instead, he reached for the nightstand.

As he did, his erection pressed against my thigh and I understood what he was doing.

So I removed his white briefs as fast as I could, making him groan.

Finally, he found a condom, quickly putting it on before attaching our lips in a hungry kiss.

I let my arms fall lazily around him while playing with his hair again.

Our eyes met, and he pushed himself in slowly.

With every inch, I clawed at his back, while he made sure to give my neck and chest some attention.

"Shit, Angela," he cursed into my collarbone. "You're too good to me."

It was a blur from then on. All I could remember was hearing his name echo through the room over and over.

~

I woke up to Michael's soft humming coming from the bathroom.

It was definitely late, the sun that peeked through the blinds seemed less bright.

I sat up, noticing a note on his pillow.

"When you wake up, come find me. -M."

So I did. When I entered the bathroom, he was in the shower.

"Angela?" he questioned.

"Can I come in?" I said.

He didn't answer right away. "Sure."

I could barely look away from his naked body. White blotches interrupted his dark skin, and I accidentally gasped.

How did I not see it before?

"It's horrible, I know." he sighed.

"No- no, you're beautiful, Michael." I hurried to reassure.

He showed his grin again, coming over to wrap his arms around me. "You're the first woman to ever see me like this. I love that about you."

I giggled as he nibbled on my neck, "What time is it?"

"Uh, 3, I think..." Michael said.

"I should probably head back to my roommates soon." I closed my eyes.

"You promised me breakfast, remember?"

His hands slid down to my ass, closing the small gap between us.

"And you promised to call me tomorrow." I remarked.

Michael then pulled away so he'd look at me, "Let's not break our promises, then."

I nodded in agreement and went on my toes to kiss him.

Just like last night, we got lost in each other, the hot water washing our bodies as they became one.

Nothing could have ruined this moment, making me wish we could stay in it forever.