~Michael's POV

I fix my shirt, printed with Hawaiian flowers and brush off my slacks. Picking out my Afro I take one glance in the mirror, My own face disgusts me. All the acne in the world sits on my face, sitting around this big nose of mine. My mood darkens, as I walk out of the bathroom and cut off the light. I walk past my parents room, head hung low. "Michael?" She calls out. "Yes mother.." I stop in my tracks, turning to face her. "What's wrong?" I walk in and sit next to her a heavy sigh coming from my lungs. "I hate the way I look. My nose is hideous! And this acne is the worst. I'm so ugly.." She furrows her brow. "Michael. I have no ugly children. You are beautiful! Your nose is perfect, just for you." She smiles, I give her a weak smile back even though my heart wasn't in it. I didn't believe what she said. I knew I was ugly. "Don't let what your brothers and father say get to you! They're just fools. Do you hear me Michael?" I nod slowly. She hugs me tightly kissing my cheek.

~Rayne's POV

My dad watches as I curl my hair giving me the longest lecture of my life. "Don't take anything from anybody, if you ever put your cup down just go get another one..." I giggle "dad, this is a celebrity party, not a high school prom. I'll be fine." "Celebrities take drugs.. I don't have to tell you not to take drugs, right?" I laugh harder, "no dad.. Can you just trust I'll make all the right decisions tonight?" "I do! You're still my favorite kid, I have to watch over you." I roll my eyes, giggling. "I'm your only kid..." "As far as you know." He smirks walking away from the bathroom door. My mouth widens "what?" I run out the bathroom. "Dad seriously?" He chuckles. "Of course your my only kid Rayne. But I seriously want you to be careful out there, celebrities do a lot of crazy things that I don't want you influenced in." "I will dad I promise."

I head over to Michael's and knock on the door. "Hello, hello.." Marlon smirks, answering the door. "Don't you clean up nice." I grin. He allows me inside. "Don't flirt with me girl.." He chuckles. "Michael! Your girlfriend is here!" He yells. "I'm not his girlfriend!" I laugh, punching Marlon. Michael rushes downstairs to greet me, his mood a little down. "Hey.. You look great." He says, scanning me up and down. "So do you.." I smile. He shakes his head. "Nah.."

Michael and I go to our spot in his yard sitting on the chairs, so our clothes won't get dirty. He sits there in silence, his head slumped over, facing his fiddling fingers. "Why do you seem so down?" I ask. Michael shrugs "have you ever looked at yourself and just hated what you saw back? I hate my own face. I just don't feel good about myself. You probably haven't felt that way. I mean, you're gorgeous." I blush. "Actually I have.. When my mom used to beat me.. She'd leave bruises. I hated how she made me look. But Michael, you are insanely handsome. There's nothing wrong with you.." I smile. "I don't think so." he mutters. "Well I do. I can't change how you think of yourself but I want you to know what I think of you..." I give a friendly smile, pinching his nose again. He chuckles softly. "How do I look?" He asked. "You look great." We sit and smile at each other for a while.

"Hey lovebirds! Let's go!!" Tito yells from the back door. Michael helps me up by the hand and walks with me to the car. "I'm so excited for this party. Thanks for inviting me." "Of course!" He exclaims "..and don't worry about anything. I'll make sure you're comfortable." He smiles. "I'll make sure you're comfortable.." Marlon echoes, "yeah yeah Casanova.." He scoffs flopping in the backseat behind Michael and I.

~Michael's POV

I'm always excited to get on stage, I may be a little awkward in conversation, but once I get on that stage I'm in complete control and I love it. "Good luck" Rayne smiles watching Joseph fix my collar. "They don't need luck. They better do this right as much practice they've done." Joseph growls, causing Rayne's beautiful smile to slowly disappear. I could choke him for that. She moves off to the side to watch backstage as we run on stage.

It was like all my nerves went away, the lights hit and the music started. I caught myself trying to grab a peak at Rayne. I smile at her watching her enjoying herself, her eyes never leaving mine. I had to refocus myself, the music recapturing me.

After the show, I met with Rayne on the dance floor. I have to say she had some moves on her. "Here I was thinking you had two left feet." I chuckle in her ear over the music. She places her arms on my shoulders. "Not at all Jackson." She giggles. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn my head in shock. Tatum O'Neal smiles ear to ear. "Hi Michael. I'm a big fan." My nerves get really bad and I feel my heart thumping out my chest. "Tatum O'Neal... So nice to meet you." She giggles. "Same here, I'm sorry to cut in. I just had to meet you before I left. You had a wonderful performance." I look at Rayne and attempt to introduce her. "Tatum this is my friend.. uh.. Um." Rayne looked beyond annoyed. "Rayne." She said through her false smile with clenched teeth. "Rayne.. right." I chuckle awkwardly. "Nice to meet you Rayne." She smiles "Well, Michael since I was about to leave, I'd love to snag you really quick for a dance..if that's ok." Does she know I have pictures of her all over my room?! I think to myself, trying to keep my composure. "Yeah!" I exclaimed, "Rayne I'll be right back." I smile as Tatum grabs my hand.

~Rayne's POV

I put on a fake smile as Michael tears away from me to dance with Tatum. I go and take a seat at one of the tables watching them enjoy each other on the dance floor. My hand meets my face. "What are you doing sitting down? It's a party." Marlon nudges me, dancing goofily. "My date is dancing with someone right now." I gesture to Michael and Tatum. "I thought you were all of our dates. Come dance with me!" He outstretches his arms. I shrug, I don't wanna look boring. Marlon and I make our way to the dance floor giggling and dancing. I actually had a lot of fun with him.

Tatum laughs loudly "Thank you so much Michael. I've gotta go.. Hey, call me sometime. We should hang out." She pecks him on the cheek leaving a small lipstick stain. Michael smiles back at her a big grin on his face.

~Michael's POV

I couldn't contain my excitement. "Rayne...RAYNE. Tate wants to hang out with me!" I enthuse. "Oh, you remembered my name?" She says sarcastically. I frown, "what do you mean? I've never forgotten your name..." She looks at me for a long time. "You definitely forgot it when Tate came over." She growls. I felt terrible, "I did? Oh God, I am so sorry Rayne. I was just excited." She folds her arms. "Whatever, can we go home?" She walks off leaving me feeling guilty. "Rayne..." I whine. "Well Romeo... I think she's angry with you. Tough break kid." Marlon pats my shoulder. "Shut up Marlon."

The ride home was silent between the two of us. She wouldn't even let me help her out the car. She was really angry at me, I didn't know how to fix it. I waited until everyone went inside before I tried to get her to talk to me. "Rayne.. At least let me walk with you home..." I plead. "I live across the street Michael" she responds blandly. "Things could happen between that little bit of time." I shrug walking behind her. "C'mon Rayne, I'm sorry. I was just excited and nervous... You know I suck at talking to people. It was an honest mistake." I grab her hands holding them attempting to pull her in to a hug. "You just ditched me for her... So quick." She mutters. "I honestly did not mean to hurt you. Please forgive me.. Do you want me to get on my knees?" I kneel down, wrapping my arms around her thighs. "Please forgive me" I whine. I hear her giggle slightly "get up." I stand and push my forehead onto hers. "I'm sorry, ok?" "Ok.. If you ever forget my name again Jackson..." She threatens, a fist lifting at her face. I lift my hands up. "Got it... Judy right?" I chuckle as she shoves me away from her playfully. "Goodnight Rayne" I smile walking across the street and into my house.