A new segment I'm starting. Don't worry Moonwalkers, I'll still write about MJ, just taking a little vacay from that. That's partially the reason for my absence, just getting ideas and discovering new directions i want this book to go in. Be free in imagining anyone you want in this story. Enjoy.

(Y/C) = Your Crush

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You sit with your chin in the palm of your hand, thinking about (Y/C). You smile and wonder what he's doing right now, the day before your birthday. You lean over on the kitchen counter and sigh. This isn't a fairy tale, or a fan fiction. A guy isn't just going to magically call the protagonist one day as she sits on her living room couch, bored out of her wits, and ask her to go out, or at least, fuck. Well, what are the chances anyway?

You stand up straight and yawn. It's getting late. The only person who called to wish you a happy birthday was your mother. You haven't exactly been on the best terms with your so called friends lately. Just some stupid arguments have been going down recently that they can't seem to let go of. So it's no wonder why they haven't called you.

You roll your eyes and wipe a tear away, feeling unfortunate on what is going to be your 21st birthday soon. You decide that it's maybe time to catch some zzz's and try to free your mind from all this.

You unclasp your bra from under your oversized shirt, pulling the straps down and throwing it off from inside your shirt and getting in the covers. I can make myself happy, you say. I don't need (Y/C) or any of my no good friends. Well, at least about the friends part you felt that was true.

The Next Day:

Today is your birthday. The only thing that's keeping you motivated so far is being legal to drink. You roll out of bed and get ready to take a shower, then getting dressed to go to the liquor shop; you were a bit nervous to go to a club tonight, which your friends were supposed to take you to, but since you're not on speaking terms with them, you think it's best not to go alone.

You leave your house and jump in the car. Once you get to the store, you step inside and take a look around. All these selections. Feeling like you're not breaking any rules by being in there knowing you're officially 21. It felt good, it felt strange/weird. It's like you're 21, okay, but now what?

You turn around and accidentally crash into someone, beer bottles bursting and smashing on the ground.

"Oh my God, I'm - I'm so sorry," you said, looking up and realizing who it is - (Y/C).

Your cheeks instantly flare up red and feel burnt out like you have a temperature. But at the same time, your heart flutters when you look at his face.

He chuckles a little and says, "(Y/N), it's great to see you too."

"I'm so so so sorry, i didn't see you there, let me just, um, here." You try wiping the stain off his shirt with your hands.

Not realizing you're practically grinding on him, he says, "Hey hey it's alright, I didn't like this shirt anyway."

You stop what you're doing and back away a little bit, all the oxygen pumping through your system now feels gone.

You can't help but smile; he returns the smile and says, "So, what are you doing here?"

"I turn 21 today, so i was just..."

"Celebrating?"

"Yeah."

He smiles. "Well happy birthday."

"T-Thanks. I'm so sorry about the bottles..."

"Since it's your birthday, i guess I'll reconsider not kicking you out," he jokes.

You laugh and say, "Oh, you work here?"

"Yeah. I've been working since 5am, I'm actually getting off in a few minutes, so."

There was an awkward silence for a little until he says, "So, um, would you like it if i took you out?"

"What?"

"Took you out. You know, that is, if you haven't got anything to do. Which I'm sure you have and you're probably busy today anyway-"

"(Y/C), I'd love for you to take me out."

"Really?"

You giggle at his shyness. "Of course."

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You reckon that hanging out with (Y/C) has been the highlight to your day. He took you outside to go and grab ice cream, while the two of you talked sitting on a bench. He's been showing interest in you a lot lately, and you're hoping that it's some sort of sign that he likes you as much as you like him.

"So, (Y/N), you're such a fun girl. I can't believe your friends are acting so childish toward you, how long has this been going on?"

"Oh," you sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "a few weeks."

"That's so stupid. You're so...amazing."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I've been wanting to hang out with you for so long now..."

"Well, you finally got your chance," you say.

And I've also got mine, you thought.

You finish your ice cream and throw the rapper away, when suddenly he takes his hand in yours and leans in closely. You both can't help but press your lips on one another's slowly, then all at once. His lips moving in sync with yours is like magic; magic that you've been waiting to happen for quite some time now.

"(Y/N)," he breathes your name. "I love you."

You look down and blush; is this really happening? The guy you've been in love with for practically the whole year has just told you he loves you. Sometimes you really don't know what another person is thinking or feeling for that fact.

"I love you too, (Y/C)."

"Really?" he blushes.

You nod. God, his smile is so sexy.

And so, you continue quietly kissing him, without a sound, truly living in the moment until he takes your hands again and grazes your skin, asking you to be his.

This may not be a fairy tale, but it's the closest you've ever felt to one.

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Thank you, have a blessed day! (Or should i say Easter, if you celebrate it.) :)