4th of December, 1988
Michael is 30, Angela is 24

Angela: The late morning sun came in through the somewhat sheer curtains.

It was around 11 AM, and neither Michael and I were showing signs of getting out of bed.

His bedroom was nice. I couldn't quite explain it, but his queen-sized bed was comforting, its simplicity grounding me.

I found it so ordinary, compared to the rest of his massive home.

He had woken me up early, with eager kisses on my neck, which already turned into hickies.

After a couple of very pleasuring rounds for the both of us, he collapsed on top of me.

It didn't take him long to fall back asleep, with his head rested on my lower stomach, arms lazily at my sides.

One of his legs peeked from under the sheets, exposing a bit of his cute butt cheek.

I could feel his chest go up and down steadily, fast heartbeat against my skin.

His expression was calm, mouth slightly opened as he slept.

It made me smile, thinking of how comfortable he was in my presence.

That didn't last very long, because those same doubts crept their way back into my mind.

To try and keep them away, I decided to work on my essay that was due, until Michael woke up.

I made good progress, almost considering it finished, when a slight moan came from him.

"Mm," his groggy voice was heard. "What time is it?"

I looked at the clock on his nightstand, then back at him, "Almost 12."

"Oh, no, it's so late... I wanted to show you the rest of the ranch before we have to head back to Berkeley." he frowned slightly.

"I don't mind your bedroom. I actually enjoy it here, just the two of us in these four walls..."

I put down my papers and pen, letting my fingers run in his perfect curls.

I then cupped his face and brought him closer to my own so I could kiss him.

"Angie, wait," Michael mumbled into my mouth, but I didn't stop, only attempting to kiss him more. "Baby, come on..."

Our tongues now wrestled, and every now and then he would bite my lip.

Satisfied that he gave in, I moved my hand down to where our hips met, gently touching his member at first.

I earned a groan from him when I started stroking.

"Damn it, Angela-" he complained when I guided his erection to my entrance.

"I need you," I whispered seductively in his ear. "Please."

He hurried to grab a condom, and put it on.

Just as he was about to push himself inside me, a knock on the wooden doors was heard.

"Mr. Jackson," a woman said. "Mr. DiLeo is on the phone."

"Tell him I'll call him back!" Michael ordered.

"He says it's urgent," she continued. "And the chef wants to know if you and your, uh, guest, would still like breakfast..."

"Helen, tell Frank I'll call him soon, alright? And don't worry about breakfast. Thank you!"

Finally, the housemaid's steps walked away.

He looked into my eyes, "Where were we...?"

Without warning, he pushed himself in, making me cry out in pleasure.

"Just like that, Angie..." his lips attached to mine in hungry kisses.

~

Once again, I found myself in Michael's embrace. It was already past 3, but we could care less.

Our lips never left one another, only when he moved to add some more hickies to my neck and chest.

I pulled away from his soft kiss, "When am I gonna see you again?"

"Well, I have to go to Japan for about two weeks of tour, then I'm back on the 23rd... Then we break, and I have my last tour dates in LA. So two weeks."

Sadness washed over me. I am actually head over heels for this man...

"I promise to call as much as I can." he said, probably seeing my expression.

"I know, but two weeks is so long... And then it's the holidays."

"You wanna come to Japan?" he smiled. "Because that can be arranged."

I looked at him like he was crazy, "You're joking, right?"

"No, come see me in Japan. You're done with school this week, aren't you?"

I wanted to say yes. But were we ready to be seen together in public? I didn't think so, this relationship was so brand new, and I was only starting to understand who he was.

"I don't know, Mike." I glanced away from his eyes.

What if he's only inviting me because he feels bad?

Then again, why would he suggest it if he didn't want me there?

"Hey, Angie," he grabbed my face with his big hands. Our eyes automatically locked. "What is it? You have that same look you had last night, before dinner."

"What look?"

"Like you're somewhere else."

I sighed, "It's nothing."

"Tell me." Michael insisted.

His eyes were almost begging. Those big, brown eyes...

"Are- are you sure we should be seen together? I mean, we've only been seeing each other for a few weeks, if that's what you wanna call it, and we haven't even gone on a real first date yet... Gosh, this is coming out wrong, I'm sorry. I really enjoy this, us, Michael, and you're amazing. But what will people say? And what am I gonna tell my parents? I'm supposed to be home next week..."

I went on for a few more moments, and I wanted to stop, but the minute it was open, I couldn't.

It's a stupid flaw I have. I tend to bottle stuff in, then let it all out in an instant.

He was silent for a minute after my rant. His hands held my face the entire time, our eyes still fixed.

I'm so stupid, he probably thinks I'm overreacting.

All he did, though, was kiss me again. It calmed down my fast-beating heart.

When he pulled away, he caressed my cheeks with his thumbs.

"I'm sure about this, Angie," he reassured. "I'm sure about us. And I really enjoy this, too. Please, come see me in Japan."

I felt butterflies in my stomach, at how he just confessed that he wants this to be something more.

"Okay," I agreed, an idea popping up. "But if we're really doing this, I want you to meet my parents. You should come over for Christmas. They'd love to have you."

"Oh, that could be nice. Except, I don't celebrate Christmas..." he blushed deeply. "Or my birthday."

"How come?" I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

"My mother raised us as Jehova's Witnesses. I recently left it, because the church gave me an ultimatum. The religion or my music. So I chose music."

"Well, if it's any consolation, I think you'd really enjoy Christmas at my parents'. It's very traditional since my mom is Italian and was raised Catholic. You'll love it. Please, Michael."

"Alright."

I let out a squeal, attacking him in the tightest hug.

With me on top of him now, I kissed him lovingly. His fingers squeezed my thighs as the kiss deepened, slowly moving to my ass.

"One last time and then we gotta shower, baby... It's a long way back to Berkeley." he mumbled into my mouth.

"Mmhm," I agreed, and pushed myself back to sit on his crotch before starting to grind. "I'm gonna miss this so much..."

Michael panted heavily, grabbing my hips. "Me too, Angie."

We teased each other for a while. I grinded, making him hard, and he played with my nipples.

And when I finally took him in, both of us were so caught up in the heat of the moment, that we had forgotten all about the pile of condoms on top of the nightstand.

~

The night sky was filled with stars, the San Francisco air was cooler than I was used to.

Michael asked Bill to drive to Berkeley this time, so we could have more time together.

He held my hand and stole kisses here and there until the car came to a stop in front of my dorms.

"Back to my normal, not-so-interesting life." I sighed, sad that I had to leave him.

"Hey, it's only one more week. Then we'll have all the time in the world, just for us..."

Our lips came together again, neither of us pulling away to even breathe.

I started to get lost in it, when Bill cleared his throat from the driver's seat. "Mr. Jackson, we have a flight to catch."

Michael gave me one final, firm kiss, "I'll call when I land in Tokyo. Promise."

He unwillingly let me go, handing me my bag. Bill got out to open the door for me.

I watched as they drove off, that empty feeling settling in.

I made my way to my dorm room. But before I could even put my key in the keyhole, the door flung open.

"Where have you been?!" Julia demanded, pulling me inside. "We've been so worried!"

I looked in between her and Lori, both girls' arms crossed over their chests.

"Jules, relax. M- I mean, Joey picked me up yesterday and I slept over at his." I put my bag down.

"But you left without a note or anything! That's so not like you," she huffed. "And you went all the way to Los Olivos?"

"I'm here now, Jules, don't get so worked up over it," I rolled my eyes. "So how was the party?"

Julia returned the gesture, sitting down on her bed with a huff.

"You missed a great party, Ange." Lori said.

"I believe it. I could hear it all the way from here."

I sat down on my own bed, taking out my essay folder so I could perfect it. As I opened it, a piece of paper fell out.

Picking it up, I almost gasped. It was an open first class ticket for a flight to Tokyo, with my name on it.

A sticky note was attached to it. "See you soon, baby. Yours, M."

I bit my lip, my cheeks feeling hot.

Gosh, I'm actually doing this. I'm dating Michael Jackson.

~

11th of December, 1988
Michael is 30, Angela is 24

Angela: I got up that morning, excited for my upcoming adventure with Michael.

As I was finishing packing, my mom called. After some light talk, she went all in.

"So are you ready for your trip?" her thick Italian accent had an all too familiar tone to it.

"Yes, mamma. Just putting my toothbrush in." I smiled.

"Remind me, what's this guy's name again?"

Luckily for me, my roommates already left for their winter break at home, so I could speak freely. "Michael."

"Right, and what is he doing in Japan, exactly?"

Of course, my mom being herself, she was worried. Like any mother would be. But I assured her over and over that there was nothing to worry about.

"Mamma, I told you, he's there on business," I said, still not wanting to blow his cover. "We'll be there for 10 days, then we'll be coming home for Christmas. Okay? And you'll meet him, and see how great of a guy he is. And anyways, weren't you the one who told me to go see the world and enjoy my 2o's? You did the same when you were my age!"

"I did, and met your dad on my big American trip. But you're not me, and I don't even know this man..." mom sounded annoyed.

"How about you talk to him over the phone when I'm there?" I suggested.

"That could work."

"Great! Thanks, mamma," I smiled to myself and closed my suitcase. "You'll see, you're gonna love him..."

My mom laughed, "Alright, I believe you, bella... So you have enough money? Do you need anything?"

"I'm perfectly fine, mamma. I have the money I saved over the summer, but Michael said I wouldn't need it."

"Oh, so he's well-off, huh?"

I snickered. "Maybe. You'll see when you meet him. Mamma, I gotta go, I'll be late if I don't leave."

"Okay, okay," mom said. "Ti amo, Angela. Don't forget to call."

"Love you too, mamma."

I hung up, sighing deeply. Outside, a car horn was heard, letting me know the driver Michael sent was here.

~

12th of December, 1988
Michael is 30, Angela is 24

Michael: I peeked outside my hotel room window.

Fans gathered downstairs by the lobby, some yelling for me.

It was already late afternoon and I was hoping they would go away soon, knowing who was coming.

"Mr. Jackson, sir?" Bill knocked on the door. "I'm here to escort you, Ms. Brown should be arriving at the back entrance any minute."

I hurried to join him, my hands somewhat sweaty.

Why am I so nervous?

Bill took me downstairs and into the kitchen, before we reached the back entrance of the hotel.

A car had just stopped by the door, making my heart beat faster.

Angela looked tired when the driver helped her out.

She was wearing something simple, jeans and an oversized Berkeley hoodie, but I thought she couldn't have been cuter.

I watched as she thanked the driver, a bright smile on her face. She then glanced up to meet my eyes, and suddenly, all the tiredness washed away from her expression.

With a few steps forward, I was in front of her.

Without hesitation, I wrapped my hands around her small body.

"You made it." I whispered in her ear.

"I did." she said into my shoulder, voice breaking. Gosh, she must so tired.

I tightened my grip on her, to let her know how glad I was that she was here.

Angela squeezed my neck in return, her fingernails slightly running through the hair on the back of my head.

"Sir, we have to head back up before someone sees you." Bill interrupted. I noticed he tended to do that.

I nodded, putting Angela down, not before taking ahold of her hand.

The bodyguard grabbed her suitcase, and before I knew it we were back in the elevator.

"How was the flight, Ms. Brown?" he asked her.

"Long. But I managed to get some sleep. It's the jet lag, though, I think it's getting to me-" she stopped mid sentence, covering her yawn with her free hand.

"You should get some sleep, then. I know Mr. Jackson has some plans for you for tomorrow..."

I hurried to put a finger to my mouth, telling him to shut up. He's gonna ruin the surprise.

Angela grinned at me. "Oh? That's so nice, Mike."

"I'm hoping you'll love it." I blushed.

"I'm sure I will."

When the elevator stopped, I gently pulled her to my suite.

Bill closed the door behind him after setting her luggage down.

Both Angela and I immediately went in for a hungry, but tender, kiss.

She hugged my torso, bringing me close.

"I missed this so much," I confessed. "I missed you."

"Me, too..."

I looked at her tired face, "You wanna go to sleep, baby?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "But I need a shower first."

I showed her where everything was in the bathroom, and was about to take a seat in the living room, when she called for me to join her.

~

We found ourselves in bed an hour later. Angela's hair was still wet from the shower, but I didn't care. I just wanted to feel her close.

"You look tired." she noted.

"Me?" I chuckled. "I'm always tired. Except for when I'm with you, I sleep better with you."

"That's funny, considering all we do is talk and make love."

Make love. It felt exactly like that. It wasn't just mindless sex, it was something more.

I attached our lips in another deep kiss. But she suddenly pulled away, that same distant expression on her face.

"Mike," she sighed. "I- Are you sure we should be going out tomorrow? I just-"

I cut her off, seeing how her doubts were bubbling up. "I'm sure. Okay? I'm all in."

"But what will people say? I'm a nobody."

"So?"

"I don't know..."

"Angie, look at me," I said, my fingers caressing her cheeks. "I want to be with you. I don't know where this might take us, but I am certain I want to explore this. You want that too, don't you? It's why you're here. We can't do that if we don't even try."

I couldn't quite figure out why she was so insecure about us.

"And," I brought her as close as possible. "I wanna show all of this off..."

Angela screeched when I squeezed her ass.

She ran her hand over my chest, "Okay, okay... Jeez, Mike... Of course I want that, I want you. I'm trying not to overthink it, but it's stronger than me. This is all a bit too out of my league..."

"I won't lie, my world is complicated. But I promise, it'll be so much better with you in it. If it all gets too much, I'd understand. But I swear, I'll protect you with everything I have."

Intertwining our fingers, she grinned and nodded.

"Now," I kissed her forehead. "Let's get some sleep. I have a lot to do tomorrow."

Angela kissed me goodnight, then put her head against my chest. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, and I followed soon after.

~

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

Angela: I woke up to the sunlight hitting my face.

Without opening my eyes, I took in a deep breath.

For a minute, I thought it was all a dream. But then I smelled him, or his cologne at least.

I heard some noise nearby, and Michael's voice.

Opening my eyes, I looked around the room. My luggage was there, though it looked like it had been unpacked.

Aw, he unpacked for me...

My stomach suddenly grumbled.

The sliding door in front of the bed slowly opened. "Angela? You awake, baby?"

He walked in, that beautiful smile adorning his face.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he sat at the edge of the bed. "You seem rested."

"I am, what time is it?" I said.

"10. You hungry? Breakfast is waiting."

"Starving."

He chuckled, "Come on, then."

I quickly brushed my teeth, put on a robe that Michael gave me to use, and joined him.

We ate quietly. It was a comfortable silence, with us stealing glances here and there.

I could feel my cheeks turn hot when a smirk appeared on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. You're so beautiful." he answered.

"I just woke up. I'm probably so puffy..."

He waved me off, leaning in for a small kiss. "So, I have a few things to do today. I'd like you to join me, if you want, of course."

"I would love to, Mike." I said, no hesitation in my voice.

The past week away from him made me want to never leave his side.

"Great!" his grin got bigger. "And then tonight, I'm taking you somewhere special."

"I can't wait." I bit my lip and kissed him once more.

~

I was exhausted by evening. The jet lag was definitely kicking my ass.

It was a long day, with Michael taking me around Tokyo. We first went to a meeting with his manager, Frank DiLeo, who was more than welcoming.

Next, he had a meet and greet for about two hours. I stayed in my corner with Frank, not wanting to draw any attention to myself.

Then, we ate late lunch with some of his record company executives.

I had to excuse myself to the restroom at some point because I felt overwhelmed.

We were sitting in such a fancy restaurant and I felt underdressed, although Michael reassured me I looked great.

He made sure to put his hand on my thigh under the table, all throughout lunch, which did calm me down.

Again, those feelings crept up on me. Like I was not good enough for him, too common.

I mean, I grew up in a good home, my dad being a doctor gave us everything we ever needed. But this life was something I couldn't even fantasize about.

It was all a bit too much.

Especially because after lunch, he took me back to the hotel room, claiming we could both use some rest before we were going out.

Now, we were in the car once again.

"...Angie?"

He took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers.

"Huh?" I blinked.

"You zoned out. Are you having those same thoughts again?" Michael looked concerned.

It was odd, how well he could read me. We've known each other barely a full month and I felt like he knew me better than I did.

"Maybe..." I felt ashamed.

"It was a lot today, wasn't it?" his face softened.

Nodding, I kissed his hand that I held. "Just a little. But I'm sure I'll get used it soon."

"You still want to do this, right?"

I was surprised for a second, wondering where that question came from. He had been so sure about where we were going, so this sudden change in confidence caught me off guard.

I could see it in his eyes, the trust he had in me and the way I would break it if I didn't say what he needed me to say.

"Of course I do, Mike," I said, really meaning it, because I did. I wanted to be with him, more than anything. "Sorry, I was too overwhelmed today. Maybe tomorrow we can take a break?"

"Sure. We'll spend the morning inside, how does that sound?"

"Perfect."

I was the one to kiss him first, hoping it would show him how much I cared for him. How much I needed him.

He wrapped an arm around me, deepening the kiss. A gasp accidentally left my lips when he allowed his hand to slide down and under my shirt.

"Mr. Jackson," Bill called from the passenger seat. "We're here."

~

He actually took me to Disneyland. I can't believe it.

I gaped, in awe at how different it was from the California one. I haven't been to Disneyland in years.

"How about this for a first date?" Michael asked, a proud smile on his adorable face. "I had it closed just for us. So we can do anything you want."

"I- I don't know what to say, Michael... This is so amazing. It's too much-"

"Just say you'll give us a chance, a real one. Being with me has its perks, you know. It's not all business meetings and fan greetings."

I rolled my eyes a bit, "And you know I don't care about all that stuff. I like you for who you are."

"Which is why I wanted to make this night even more special," he pulled me to him. "You deserve it, exactly because you see me that way. Please, Angie. It's not every day that we have Disneyland Tokyo all to ourselves..."

"Okay," I agreed. "But don't you dare spoil me like this again."

"You're gonna tell me how to treat you? In your dreams, baby..."

I snickered, but he only attached our lips again, making all of my doubts and fears fade away with his loving kiss.