Chapter 3

I turn over in my bed and hit the button on my blaring alarm. 8:00 already? I should've started studying an hour ago. I hustle out of bed and grab a peice of bread from the kitchen. I sit down with my College Algebra book and start working out problems.

After about 20 minutes, the doorbell rings. Must be one of the girls. I open the door and standing there is Michael.

"Um. Now isn't a good.."

"Nice panties." He pushes past me and takes a seat on the coach.

I look down and realize I answered the door in my underwear. Only my underwear. I gasp and then close the door, using my fuzzy robe to completely cover my body. He goes into my bedroom and flops on the bed.

"Good morning to you too." I roll my eyes and sink into my comfy bean bag in the corner of my room. He sits up.

"Do you know who I am?" He asks.

"Yes, you are a person who comes to my house unannounced by tracking my phone down. Like, who does that? And-"

"No girl. I mean, who I really am."

"Some guy named Michael? Do tell," I say.

"You've never heard of me? Michael Jackson?"

"Nope." I lean back in the bag and play with my nails, trying to act uninterested but so secretly intrigued.

"Have you been living under a rock?" He asks, obviously suprised.

"No, I've just been very consisent with my studies, as you can see." I gesture to all four walls of my room, each of them cluttered with books on bookshelves: textbooks, biographies, novels, sci-fi, dictionaries, translators, maps, scrolls, and more.

Michael stares, his mouth dropped open.

"So who are you then, Michael Jackson?"

He smiles and then tells me who he is, apparently the major singing superstar of the decade. He started when he was five in a band called the Jackson 5. He came out with Thriller, which has sold more records than any other song in history. He pulls out a CD and plays the song, and I am nearly in tears by his voice and his amazing dancing skills. Now its my turn for my mouth to hang open.

"Wow, I'm suddenly honored to be in your presence.."

"No, babe. Just treat me like a normal guy.." His eyes trail around my body and he bites his lip.

That nervousness from yesterday's phone call overcomes me once again. "Um Michael? My eyes are up here."

"I know.." He says. Then he smiles and walks out of my room, and into the kitchen.

I have so many questions for him. Number one being: Why were you in the mall yesterday, and why are you here?.. I follow him out of my room and remind myself to get out more.

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