~Michael's POV

"Michael, you're still trying to get that spin?" Jermaine snickers, his hard sole shoes tapping on the wooden floor. "It's been 3 hours. Come out the studio man." I stare at him in the big mirror and take another try at the spin. I clumsily tumble to the side, grabbing Jermaine's arm for balance. Jermaine laughs a little louder, beginning to walk back out. "Suit yourself, spinning top. You won't get it tonight." Rolling my eyes at him, I pace myself for another spin. "Thanks for the support...brother." Spinning again I grab the wall, to hold on for balance. I hit the play button on the radio, turning on "Blame It On The Boogie" and proceeding to dance more and more until I finally nail the spin. I stop excitedly and clap my hands, tossing them in the air in approval. The studio line rings, breaking my celebration. "Yes?" I groan already knowing who it was. "Michael, come back to the kitchen right now. Jermaine tells me your still up there practicing that spin." "Yes mother but I fina-" "No buts. Come in the house." She says sternly. "Yes Mother." I groan out. Hanging up, I smile to myself remembering that amazing spin I did. I jump and click my heel happily, walking back towards the house.

~Rayne's POV

Pushing the last box out of my trunk and into the big empty room, I huff heavily. This long trip to California has worn me out. "Hey kid. Get up. Let's go get some food." My dad says, lending his hand to help me stand. I chuckle slightly holding his hand as we walk out the door. "You know dad, I'm not exactly a kid anymore. I'm 19." I smirk, pushing back a black curly tendril behind my ear. He nudges me laughing. "Yeah yeah. You're still a kid to me." We walk into this small sandwich shop, only two blocks from the house and sit at one of the tables. "I'm so glad you decided to move with me" he smiles. "My little girl." He recalls. I blush slightly, my eyes meeting my hands. I wince at the bruise on my wrist, causing my dad to frown. "What's this? Did Tammi do this to you too?" He grabs my hand across the table examining my wrist. "Dad... don't worry about it..." I squirm, trying to pull my wrist away. "Rayne." He calls my name more adamantly. "Did she do this?" I nod reluctantly. He shakes his head. "I'm so glad we got you away from her. She can't hurt you anymore Rayne." "...I know. Hey, let's not turn this into one of your movies. Huh?" I chuckle awkwardly trying to lighten the mood.

We head back inside and I go to my new room to begin unpacking. I hear yelling outside my bedroom window. I scoff "Dad would give me the loudest room."

~Michael's POV

"Come on Mike, we were only joking!" Tito yells back at me as I storm outside to the yard. "Stop being so soft. Man up. Your 19 years old! Your brothers are just playing around." "It's your fault Joseph." I snap back. "I'm tired of the jokes. My nose isn't a joke!" I stomp out into Mother's garden and sit on her stool, catching a deep breath to relax. Something about the tulips she grows relaxes me. I close my eyes and breathe inward slowly, placing a relaxed smile on my face. I open my eyes and look around. Why do I get the feeling somebody's watching me? "Michael? What are you doing?" Janet says sweetly. I grab her, placing her on my lap. "Admiring nature Dunk..." I sigh. She was the youngest of us all but I liked her better than any of them. "Are you mad about something?" She questioned. "Why?" "Well the only time you sit in mother's garden is to stop being angry." I chuckle. "You pay way too much attention to me. Come on let's take you inside."

~Rayne's POV

After finally building my bed, I figured that's all I was going to do today. I lay on my bed looking around my room. This was gonna be a much better life with Dad. Mom would hate it, she hates everything, including me. Which is why I left. She abused me for the last time, so I packed my things and left. "All settled in I see." Dad said intruding my personal time. "Yep. I've just gotta unpack a few more boxes and I'll be set." He shakes his head with a smirk and walks out. I fade off into sleep until I hear more yelling. "Are you serious?" I whisper to myself. I place my pillow over my ears and growl to myself.

The next morning, I wobble into the kitchen to see my dad sitting at the counter watching the news. I grab the cereal, "No milk kid." He says. His eyes never leaving the screen. I sit and whine. He furrowed his brow "you look like hell, what's wrong? Bad first night?" I nod slowly, grabbing my keys, I brush my hair and walk towards the door. "I'm going to the store to get milk." I mumble.

I grab the milk and jump in line behind this guy with a huge Afro. I tap him lightly on the shoulder. "Nice afro." I smile. He grumbles a thank you back in response. He had really bad teeth, and not a lot of facial hair. He oddly moved out of line and walked into an isle. "I guess he forgot something.." I say to the cashier, handing her the milk.

~Michael's POV

I like to just get away sometimes. I dressed up as an old guy to walk around in the store as a regular person. People don't treat you like they should when they know your famous. It gets annoying not knowing anybody as a real person.

This girl just tapped me and told me "nice afro." I've gotta say she was really pretty. I step out of line and turn into an isle to watch her. I follow her as she heads out. "Hey!" I yell. She turns around, her short curly hair bouncing as she turned. "You need help with that milk?" I ask. "No thanks. I got it." She smiles weakly still walking. "You sure? it looks pretty heavy..." I stammer following behind her. "Pretty sure... I think I can manage. My house isn't far from here. But thank you." She ended up walking the same direction as my home so I caught up with her. "Is there a reason you're following me?" The girl groans. "I just so happen to live this way too." "Uh huh.." She says sarcastically. I clear my throat. "Why have I never seen you before?" I ask her. "I just moved here, with my dad, yesterday...look. I'm 19, which means I'm not interested in messing with old guys." She says stopping in her tracks. I shrug "good thing I'm 19..." I smirk. She narrows her almond shaped, almost purple colored, eyes at me. "No you're not." "I am, I just like to dress as an old guy." I giggle, pulling out my fake teeth. She lets out a disgusted scream. "Why??" "To hide from people, and meet people like you." I smile, showing off my real teeth. "I don't get it, why can't you just be who you are? Why wear a disguise?" She says folding her arms. I decided I trust this girl, I'm going to tell her who I am. "Well, I'm... I'm Michael Jackson..." She stares at me for a moment. Then proceeds to laugh loudly. "Yeah right!" She continued walking closer to her house. "I'm serious!" I laugh. I lift the glasses revealing my face. Her loud laugh stopping instantly. "Woah..." She says. "You're really him...Well I still don't understand why you can't meet people as yourself." She says. She stops in front of her house which is next door to mine. "People don't seem to react like you did, all the time." I admit. "Well I was nice to meet you, this is my house." I gesture, extending my hand for a handshake. "I never got your name..." "Rayne." She smiles. "Looks like we're neighbors. This is my house." "you're dad is the famous movie producer Gary Fleeson?" I ask in awe. "Yeah." She says. "That's awesome." I enthuse. "Hopefully I see you again Rayne." I smile walking towards my door. She returns the smile opening her front door and going inside.