The drive to my house was an hour long. It was the best hour of my entire life. Just imagine having Michael Joseph Jackson in your car singing like no one was around him.

Michael asked me if I had any request of which song I wanted to hear. Of course I did.

"If you don't mind, I would love to hear Who Is It a-cappella."

"Who Is It?" He rubbed his chin as if he was thinking about it first. But then he started bopping his head beat boxing the actual melody of the song before starting.

"I gave her money, I gave her time, I gave her everything, inside one heart could find. I gave her passion, my very soul, I gave her promises and secrets so untold. And she promised me forever and a day we'd live as one. We made our vows, to live anew. She promised me in secret, that she'll love me for all time. It's a promise so untrue, tell me what will I do? And it doesn't seem to matter, and it doesn't seem right, cause the wheel has brought no fortune, still I cry alone at night. Don't you judge me of my composure, cause I'm lying to myself. And the reason why she left me, did she find in someone else." Then he stopped to look at me. "I could have kept going but I sound a bit pitchy and my voice is raspy."

"You were everything but pitchy and raspy. That was amazing Michael. The fact that you did that all in one motion really surprises me. No wonder you are the worlds greatest entertainer of all time. You deserve that title." He shyly smiled at me thanking me over and over again.

We finally pulled up to my house, quickly going inside, so no one will recognize him.

"You have a nice place, I don't see that the comment you made early makes sense. There is nothing wrong with it. It's cozy."

"I made the comment earlier because you live high class. I mean damn Michael, you live on a ranch surrounded by amusement park rides, a movie theater, even have your own zoo and a real life train. Trust me, this house doesn't even come close to how you live."

"Ev, stop doing that. I'm here aren't I? If I didn't like the feeling of this house, I would have left. It doesn't matter. Our lives are the complete opposite."

"It's whatever Michael." I said softly. "If you want to go ahead and shower, there is a bathroom down the hall, or you could go upstairs and use that one."

"Are you not coming with me?" Damn. I thought he was joking about that.

"Y-you want me t-to shower with y-you?" I stuttered nervously.

"Well yes. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it." He grinned. "Come on, what's there to be nervous about?"

"The fact that we just met and you want me to join you in the shower." He backed away from me just a tad grabbing his bag.

"What ever. If you didn't want to shower with me, you should have just said no the first time." Michael started walking down the hall towards the bathroom.

"Follow me upstairs, we will use my bathroom."

"Just forget it, Everleigh. It's fine."

"Michael, follow me up the damn stairs. You want to shower? Let's shower." He turned back around walking towards me.

Am I making the right decision by doing this? The man who I have always fantasied about being with is actually here. It's not like we are going to see each other after tonight. So why not?

We made it to my bedroom and he studied it in admiration.

"You can just lay your bag down on my bed if you don't want to take it into the bathroom." I walked in the bathroom, grabbing us clean towels, turning on the water.

"Do you want to get in first or do you want me to?" He suddenly asked right behind me.

"It doesn't really matter." I shrugged.

"I will let you go in first so you can have some privacy."

"As generous as that sounds, it's not really privacy, if you are still going to see me naked." He gave me a little smirk before removing his clothes.

I tried to not stare at him, but it was hard not to do so. I turned around, so that I could distract my mind from him, taking my clothes off.

I entered the shower and so did he. I could most definitely feel his eyes on me though. 

"You should let me wash you."

"Wash me?" I questioned stupidly.

"Mhm. Your hair and then your sexy ass body."

"Okay, if that's what you want to do."

Was I nervous? Fuck yes! Number one, none of my ex's has offered to wash me, or even shower with me. Number two, I was showering with fucking Michael Jackson! Like what the fuck?

Michael, grabbed the shampoo that was on the shelf, putting some in his hands, scrubbing my hair. The feeling of his hands in my hair felt like heaven.

"Michael?" I sighed.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"Why me out of all people?" Not really sure why I asked, but it was too late now.

"What do you mean? Rinse." He wanted me to rinse my hair before answering his question.

"Why are you here? This doesn't mean anything."

"What do you mean it doesn't mean anything? I'm here aren't I?" He turned me around so that I was facing him. My eyes scanned down to his very gifted member.

"Nothing just forget it." He tried talking to me but I just finished my shower getting out. Reaching over grabbing my towel, wrapping it around my body, going to my bed room.

I guess he hurried his shower because not long after he was right behind me.

"I hope you know that I didn't wash my hair thoroughly. You made me rush." Instantly the video of him getting pushed in the pool by his little cousins came to my mind.

"I'm a nice person! I just took a shower and I washed my hair thoroughly!" It made me smile thinking about it.

"You could have stayed in there. You didn't need me in there."

"But I wanted you to wash my hair for me." He whined like a little child.

I just stayed quiet getting dressed.

"Ok, what's going on? Your change of demeanor is really bugging me."

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does matter. Come on, Ev talk to me." I looked over at him and he already had his pajamas on.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Completely changing the subject. Just knowing that after tonight there will be no more Michael.

"I guess since you won't talk to me." He snipped.

"What the fuck do you want me to say Michael?!" I snapped.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours." He softly answered.

"It's fine, Michael." I can't tell him the truth, I don't want him to think I'm too pushy or expect anything from this.

"I know what's wrong but I just want you to tell me."

"Well then if you already know drop it." I got up off of the bed, so I could pull the blankets down to get under them, he did the same thing.

"Why are you scared of me?"

"I'm not scared of you, Michael."

"Kiss me then." That shocked me.

"W-What?"

"If you aren't scared of me, kiss me. I'll believe you then." Not thinking twice about it I leaned over him quickly giving him a small peck on the lips. I went to move away but his hands found their way into my wet hair holding me in place.

Michael's beautiful brown orbs stared deeply in to my hazel ones. The more I stared at him, the more I wanted him, but I'm not allowed to. It saddened me.

"I can't do this, Michael. Good night." I moved his hands away from my head, laying down on my side of the bed.

"Do what? What can't you do Ev?"

"Don't act stupid Michael. I know why you wanted to "hang out"tonight."

"Because I'm tired of being lonely and having no friends?"

"And you wanted to sleep with me, then leave forever."

"What? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't play fucking stupid Michael. No man wants to shower with a woman he just met. Unless he wants something."

"I do want something from you."

"See, I knew it!" I shouted.

"It is you that I want Everleigh. I knew from the moment I jumped on stage, and I seen you out the corner of my eye, that I needed you to be mine. Did you not feel the connection between us during in the closet? I know you did, your cheeks became flushed like they are now." Michael poked both of my cheeks.

"W-we could never work out, Michael and you know it."

"Why couldn't we?"

"You live over 2,700 miles away from me Michael. On top of that you are always traveling and out of the country."

"I can always buy a house here. That way when I'm free I can come and see you or I can fly you out to me. Or even better you can come with me on tour." What I was hearing was unbelievable.

"I can't be with you, Michael. I'm only 27 and you are 33. You want kids and marriage. I can't give you that." I want him more than anything, but it's true.

"Not yet. But whenever you are ready, I'll be ready too."

(Listen y'all! I wasn't going to make a part 2 but since you all want it, I thought I would come up with something. It's so retarded but oh well!)

(And yes I was listening to who is it the whole time I was writing this. Don't hate!)