AVA POV

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I couldn't believe he turned me down! I know it was for a good reason but it kind of hurts. The concert is today at 8:00pm and I still don't have anyone to take. Great. Just great.  I hear a knock at the door and I open it to see Ashley at the door. Today her hair is in two pigtail braids laying on her shoulders. She is wearing blue jeans, flats, and a neon shirt.

Ashely walks in the house once I open the door and she drops on the couch like she did the other times she came over.

I close the door and I sit on the couch and I heave a big sigh.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"It's just, you know about applehead right?"

"That's all you've ever talked about for the past 2 days." Ashely laughed.

"Yeah well I haven't told you yet but he has turned the ticket to the Michael Jackson concert down. And the concert is tonight!" I say.

"Woah that's just rude. He knows you really want to meet him. He is probably married, or has a girlfriend." She pauses. "Or a boyfriend." She says.

"Then why won't he tell me?! I feel like he is hiding something." I say.

"Whatever the secret is, I know he will tell you when the time is right." Ashely says smiling.

"Still who am I gonna take to the concert? Or maybe I could just sell the ticket." I say giving up.

"Wait No! You can take me." She says happily.

"But aren't you a little young?" I ask.

"You do know I'm 13? C'mon im technically a teen." She whines.

"Fine but can you pull of 16? I mean you're pretty short for your age." I say looking her up and down

"Fake ID." She says smiling.

"You think me, a responsible adult would let a child like you get a fake ID?!" I say sarcastically.

"Come on lets go." She says laughing.

"Where are we even going." I ask.

"Just bring money and I will lead the way." She says with a mischivieous smile.

She was already out the door by the time I got my wallet. I check my watch and it was 5:15 pm. We still have time, I think to myself as I run out the door.

"WAIT UP!" I yell after her.

When we get to the place it looked like a regular deli store. I walked in and it was a deli. 

"What are we doing in a deli!" I hissed to her.

"Don't worry just follow my lead." She hissed back.

She walks up to the man next to the counter and whispers something to him I don't understand.

He gives her a nod and leads us to the janitor closet. We walk in and the first thing I notice is the scent. It smells horrible! Like the rotting flesh of a mouse and moldy fish. I coughed because the stench was just gross. There is a little light in the middle of the room and a man is there typing on a computer. The door closes behind us with a creak. The man looks up at us and smiles. 

"Hello how may I help you?" He asked.

"I need to be 16 years old. How much?" Ashely says with a tough face on.

"That would be 25 dollars." He said smiling.

"I'm good with that." I say and I take the money out and give it to him.

He tells Ashely to sit in front of the camera. Which she does and he takes a picture. She gets up and he starts typing something in his computer. The ID comes out and he hands it to us.

"Thank you for coming." He said smiling. He smile looked so fake it was scary.

"Yeah, thanks I tell him." A little creeped out. 

We left the stinking room and walked out the deli.

"How did you know about that store." I ask.

"From a friend." She said focusing on her ID.

"Look! I was in mid blink when he took the photo." She says trying to change the subject.

Her face on the ID was hilarious. I laughed so hard I couldn't even breathe. She laughed too. It was nice finally having a friend in NYC even if she was 13 years old.

By the time we got home it was already 6:45 pm.

"Shall we dress?" I asked her in a high pitch formal voice.

"Yes we shall my dear." She said in a deep formal voice.

We both laughed and since I didn't have a closet all my clothes were in boxes. We started dressing up in different clothes and played dress up with my clothes. We finally found the perfect outfits. I was wearing black heels with blue skinny jeans and a plain white shirt with a leather jacket. Ashely braided by hair in a crown dutch braid. Ashely had on white heels with a blue skirt and a plain white shirt and a cross necklace and is carrying a blue shoulder bag. Her hair was in a bun.

I looked at her and laughed. "You sure you can walk in those?" I say pointing to the heels.

"Yeah of course." She says a little unsure.

As we walk out the door she trips and falls to the floor

"Maybe I should wear the flats." She says looking up at me.

I laugh and she takes off her heels and replaces them with white flats.

"Better?" I ask.

"Better." She replies.

We walk out the door arm in arm.

I check my watch and see that is 7:30 pm. Right on schedule

I scream," TAXI." When I see a yellow car passing by.

The car stops then I find out that it isn't a taxi but a black car.

"Oops." I whisper.

"It's fine, look they are coming over!" Ashely whispers back.

The car parks in front of us and the window scrolls down for me to see a man with huge sunglasses on, curly hair and a glitterly glove on and he has a wide smile plastered on his face.

"Where are you guys headed?" His voice sounding familiar.

I looked at Ashely to speak but she was just staring wide eyed at him with her jaw dropped opened. She sounded like she was in the middle of saying something like:

"Mi-Mi-Mi-Ja-Ja-Ja- son."

I guess she isn't used to talking to people other then me and her family so I spoke for her. 

"We are headed to a Michael Jackson concert." I say.

"Well that's exactly where im going, why don't you guys come in?" He asked.

"Well if I were smart going into a car with a stranger would be a bad idea." I say shouting over the noise of honking cars in the back of him.

I laugh," But I'm not that smart and I'm desprete."

I push still stunned Ashely into the backseat of the car and I slam the door shut. I slapped her in the face not to hard and she woke up from her panic attack. 

"I had this crazy daydream that Michael Jackson was taking us to his concert." She says .

"But its true." The singer with the gloved hand said poking his head out of the shotgun seat.

She looked at me then looked at him. He closed his ears thinking she would scream but she just fainted. He removed his fingers from his ears laughing.

"Wait so you're Michael Jackson!" I say suprised.

"Yup in the flesh." He said laughing.

"But why would you pick us up?" I ask confused.

"Because its always nice to do a good deed." He says smiling at me.

And at that moment my heart had skipped a beat. And I felt this deep feeling inside me open up. It felt warm and fuzzy and unbreakable, like it would always be there. I think I just fell in love. I noticed that I had said that aloud. I was deeply embarrased.

He smiled at me and said,"love at first site huh?"

ARE YALL HAVIN AN HEART ATTACK OR NAH?! It is so cute. I was just dying when she said it aloud and he heard and he was smiling at her and said that. I'm over flowing with emotions ^.^ this gets better and better guys. So stay tuned.