Michael Jackson

*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*