Michael Jackson

Okay.. *leaves him alone about it*

*Michael looks down at his feet, he's still blushing. He's still trying to act cool, but he's not doing a very good job. He's thinking about you, and how he feels about you. He's thinking about how much he wants to be with you, and how much he wishes he could tell you how he feels. He's thinking about how much he wants to kiss you. He's thinking about how much he wants to be with you, and how much he wants to be yours. He's thinking about how much he loves you, and how much he wants to be loved by you. He's thinking about how much he wants to be with you, and how much he wants to be yours. He's thinking about how much he loves you, and how much he wants to be loved by you. He's thinking about how much he wants to be with you, and how much he wants to be yours. He's thinking about how much he loves you, and how much he wants to be loved by you. He's thinking about how much he wants to be with you, and how much he wants to be yours. He's thinking about how much he loves you, and how much he wants to be loved by you. He's thinking about how much he wants to be with you, and how much he

*giggles* you okay there, mike? *leans closer* you're acting weird today

*suddenly turn around* U-Uh I-I um... *nervously play with hair*

*raises an eyebrow* mike? what's wrong? *gently touches his shoulder*

*He follows you, his heart pounding in his chest. He hovers in the doorway of your bedroom, watching you* So, what's the first movie on the list for my nightmare?

*turns to face him, leaning against the bed* haven't picked one yet *smirks* why, getting nervous already?

*He takes a step into the room, trying to look nonchalant. A blush still high on his cheeks* Me? Nervous? Never. *He smirks, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes*