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I nervously tapped my feet against the dirty looking floor of the old, yellow school bus, which made my friend question: "Are you nervous?" I giggled softly. "Of course not," I whispered in a high pitch. I knew I was lying. "Are you?" I question my friend, not because I was curious if she actually was nervous, but to move the subject to her, not to myself. She shrugged. "Not really. Just because he's the Michael Jackson from the Jackson 5, doesn't mean he's a normal 14 year old-like us." I nodded. "You are right."

One of my school teachers announced a few weeks ago, that a new pupil would come in my class. I was always excited to meet new people, since I didn't had a lot of friends -even the hyper girl next to me wasn't really my friend, only a girl I could talk to when I was bored. But I didn't really expect it to be Michael Jackson, a member of the most musical family ever. I felt butterflies in my stomach; I was a huge fan from the Jackson 5, and I couldn't wait to meet the lead singer. My face rested on my hands, and I gazed out the window. Before I knew it, the bus arrived at my school. I quickly stepped out and hoped my 'friend' wouldn't follow me, since I just wanted to walk alone for awhile. Her loud voice yelled towards her other friends, and I knew she wasn't going after me. That's what I expected; why would she spend time with me if she had much cooler friends to hang out with? I sighed deeply and walked towards the school garden. I already gave up the hope to become friends with the new pupil, Michael Jackson, since he would be loved by all the popular kids in school. And I clearly wasn't one of the them. Not that I minded, though. I brought my nose towards one of the pink roses, and inhaled. I smiled. Pink roses had such a nice scent. While you stood there, I heard an un-familiar, or rather, too familair, voice behind me. "Hey, who are you?" sounded the soft voice. I gasped and quickly turned around. In front of me, stood a young boy, a small afro on his scalp and a grin around his soft-looking lips. "Michael Jackson!" I whisper-screamed. "Michael Jackson? Nice to meet you, my name is Michael Jackson too," he laughed and shook my hand. I nervously laughed. "I'm sorry." I told him my name. I couldn't believe it, why would he, Michael Jackson, wanted to know who I was? "So, what are you doing around here?" I asked him quickly, not daring to look him in the eye. "I'm-" but he was cut off by mr. Richards, "I'm showing him around the school, so do not disturb us, young lady. And you are late for class!" I looked up and saw mr. Richards, a nervous teacher, standing and waving his hands in front of my face. "Come on, the clock is ticking!" he said, while ticking on his vintage-looking watch. I rolled my eyes and saw Michael grinning at me. I blushed and ran away. "The girl is always late," I heard the teacher mumbling behind your back, but I didn't pay attention. I ran my hand trough my hair and sighed deeply. I just talked to Michael Jackson! I shook my head and grinned. I looked at the small watch around my wrist and my eyes widened. I'm indeed late for class.

"Okay guys, I have an interesting project for you." I barely listened to my excited science teacher, but kept staring at the Jackson 5 member two seats in front of me, just like any other girl in class. "Pupils! Listen to me!" he snapped his fingers and I looked up, and saw that the teacher pointed at me with his scary long fingers- "keep your staring for after school, young lady." My cheeks reddened in embarrassment and I felt ashamed. Some heads turned towards me and laughed. In the corner of my eyes I saw Michael shrugging his shoulders; he didn't care much. Mr. Richards nervously clapped his hands. "Hey! This wasn't a sign for you to make noise! Anyway, I'll explain you the project."
Fifteen minutes and eight yawns later, the teacher told the groups. I rested my chin in my hand, and nervously tapped my fingers across the desk (which was an annoying habit of mine). I looked up when my name was mentioned. "Y/N and...Michael." My heart raced when he mentioned me and Michaels name in one sentence, and my eyes traveled to Michael and met his chocolate brown eyes. I smiled awkwardly, and he returned it, showing his pearly white teeth. "Michael?" Michael looked back and I sighed. "I understand if you won't be able to work at it in your 'free time', but I'm sure..." the teacher looked at me, "that won't be a problem." He grinned false. I rolled my eyes but suddenly heard a soft voice: "I'll work on it with her as much as possible, sir." Mr. Richards grin faltered and looked back at Michael. "Oh. Good," he said cold. Did he really thought it was funny to let me do all the work? He was the worst teacher ever. "Go to work, pupils. You have to finish it within three days." I slowly got up to walk towards Michael, but before I knew it, Michael was standing next to me, looking at a few papers in his hand. "Hey, so I think it's a good idea to do everything here at school, because after I need to go to the studio and stuff," he rambled. I grinned and tried to listen carefully, which was difficult, since his face was (next to his voice) an artwork. "Yeah, of course," I simply said. We sat down and I looked trough the class room. Most of the girls stared at us, -at him, their jealousy growing with every second. I couldn't help but feel...cool? I maybe was the boring einzelgänger no-one wanted to hang out with, but I was the one who was doing a project with Michael Jackson, and with that in mind, an evil grin grew on my face. I actually wasn't an 'einzelgänger' at all, I just was tired of trying to be with friends with someone- on this school. "Ehm...hello?" Michaels soft voice made me snap out of my thoughts. "Oh, I'm sorry." I realized I just letted him do all the talking, so decided to speak up more. "If-If...If I just do the paperwork, you'll do the tests?" I questioned him. "If that's possible, of course!" I quickly added. Michael nodded slowly. "That's a good idea." We started reading the papers, to know what we actually had to do. "How do you like this school, so far?" I dared to ask him, but I didn't look up from the paper. "Hm. I probably won't stay here for long, since I-we, need to do shows and make albums. We'll probably have a private teacher, soon." I couldn't help but a little sad after his words, so simply just said; "Oh." I heard a small laughter from him. "What? Don't you want me to leave?" I looked up and narrowed my eyebrows. His cheeks reddened, immediately after he said that. I started laughing and slapped my hand on my mouth. "I'm sorry, you don't know me at all," he said softly. "Oh!" I said, wiping some tears away. Michael groaned but couldn't help but grin. "Let's just start with this project, shall we?" he mumbled.

"Bye, Y/N!" I heard someone calling my name, so I turned around and saw Michael waving at me. He stood in front of a car with a few boys in there (maybe it were his brothers, but I was too far away to see it). I smiled and waved back. "Bye, Michael! Have a nice day!"

•The next day•

I sighed deeply and stretched my hands. Michaels idea to do everything on school didn't really work out; he hadn't come to school this day, due to his work in the studio. Thanks to that, I had to do all the work. It wasn't Michaels fault, though, so I didn't blame him. I checked the time and saw it was already eleven thirty in the evening. I rubbed my eyes tiredly and quickly changed into my PJ's, and stepped in bed. I missed Michael today. I furrowed my eyebrows. Where did that came from? I mentally slapped myself. You can't miss him already. He's gonna leave soon, probably, and you'll won't be able to see him again. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, with nothing else than Michael on my mind.

The next day Michael was, luckily, at school again. I grinned when I saw him stepping out the same car I saw him the day before. I started to read my book again, and pretended I didn't saw him. A few seconds later, I heard his soft voice that sent shivers down my spine: "Hey, what are you reading?" I looked up into his chocolate brown eyes, and smiled. "Oh, just a novel. It's boring actually." I closed the book and putted it back in my schoolbag. Suddenly, Michael gasped. I turned around to see his eyes were widened in shock. "What's it?" I asked him, my hands still in my backpack. "I totally forgot about the science project!" He said sorrowful. I grinned. "Oh, don't worry about it. I finished it, last...night," I added the last part softly. I took some papers out of the bag and showed him. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should've helped you," he said honestly. I laid my hand on his and said: "It's okay, really. I understand you. I love doing stuff like this." Ok, maybe the last part wasn't true, but I was meaning it. Michael sighed, and smiled a bit. "Thank you. I hope I'll make it up soon." He winked, stood up, and walked away. I frowned, what did he mean? I shrugged and followed him.

After a long day, full of boring subjects (such as: science, math, English, biology and more), we finally had a much nicer subject: music. I loved music, I loved to create little melodies on the piano. Sometimes I sang with my mother, who was also interested in music. "Do you like music?" Michael questioned me, while he sat down.
The whole day Michael and I talked to each other, even though Michael also talked to a few other guys in my class. It made me happy, and I felt like I made a new friend, even if Michael didn't feel like it. I couldn't help but feel butterflies every time I was around him. My heart pounded a little faster every time his soft eyes looked in mine, every time his angelic voice spoked to me. He was just as beautiful as a Disney Prince.
"Y/N?" His voice took me out of Disney World and brought me back to the real world. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" "If you like music." He grinned. "Oh, yes! A lot. I love playing the piano. I love singing, too." Michael nodded, his eyes full of interest. "I have a few of your albums, you know." Immediately after I said that, I blushed, even if I didn't know why. "That's nice! Are you a fan?" I blushed even harder. "Yeah...kinda," I said softly. Michael didn't respond when he saw the young music teacher standing in front of him. "Michael! Pleasure to meet you, man." The teacher shook Michaels hand. "It's nice to meet you too," Michael said politely, as always. The music teacher was very kind. He smiled and turned towards the class again. "Today were going to sing for awhile, nothing special. Okay, one, two, three, four."

"So, you enjoy music, don't you?" Michael asked, leaning against my bicycle (since I wasn't in the mood for the bus today). Even though my heartbeat was racing when I saw Michaels leg was close to mine and that there was only a bicycle between us, I answered his question. "Yes, I told you." Michaels eyebrows raised and he grinned. "Didn't I tell you I would make up the work you did for the science project?" "And?" "Let's go to the studio then."

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed my first imagine! I wrote this in the I-perspective but let me know if you want the you-perspective. I'm Dutch, so if there are any typos, please let me know. Also, comment if you want a part two! And votes are always welcome.

xoxo, Tabitha.