"This is horrendous," Camila thought to herself as she observed her reflection in the mirror, dissatisfied with her outfit choice. It consisted of a sheer tank and high-waisted mom jeans. "It's not everyday you get invited to spend time with Michael Jackson. I need to find something better."

She took out the remaining pile of clothes from her suitcase, disarraying the once-neatly folded clothing. Her outfit choices were limited, as she didn't expect she would have to go anywhere else other than the album release party.

It was 1 PM in sunny Nevada. The weather was hot and everything she packed showed heavy amounts of cleavage. They were either too sheer or too short, and she didn't want to look provocative in front of Michael. She wanted to give a good first- or second, impression on him.

After minutes of desperation and countless outfit matches, she chose to go back with the pair of high waisted jeans but this time with a fitted white blouse that exposed her shoulders and her bony collarbone. She looked conservative, yet still very effortlessly sexy.

She quickly did her hair–which was just a small tease in the roots, and makeup. After she was set, she paced back and forth in her room with a glass of wine in her hands as she waited for the doorbell to ring. She silently prayed that the wine wasn't going to stain her blouse, and luckily for her; it didn't.

* * *

"That was a good move, Joker," Bill said, sitting on the sofa across from Michael. Joker was a nickname Bill had came up for Michael years ago, since he loved to pull pranks on people. "Last time you asked a girl out was Brooke, and that was ages ago!"

Michael responded with only a short laugh. His eyes were glued to the clock that read 2:42. He was waiting patiently and eagerly to meet Camila, and probably this time they'd have a proper goodbye.

"What time should I go?" Bill asked, breaking the short pause.

"No Bill, I'll have Howard get her," Michael replied, referring to his other bodyguard.

Bill stitched his eyebrows for a second. "You sure?"

"Yes," he replied sternly, his eyes still fixated to the clock.

"Damn Mike. Alright," Bill snickered, amazed at Michael's serious manner. This was quite unusual to see him in this state. "Should I tell him?"

Again, Michael didn't answer as his concentration was on the time ticking. He looked tense, which was normal to be seen on Michael, but the reason would usually be because he'd have to do an interview or a public appearance, not because of a hangout- it wasn't even a date. His ardent desire to see Camila was taking over him.

Bill cleared his throat. "Mike?"

"Oh, uh– yes, sorry. Go tell him please."

Bill nodded and got up, walking out the door. Michael slumped on the sofa, wanting to prepare himself mentally for the meeting, but quickly got up realizing that he had the just ruined his perfect hair. He made a dash to the bathroom and re-tied his messy ponytail. It made him angry how it wouldn't look as good as it did before, but he just let it be. He popped in a few mints into his mouth to chew on as he waited for Camila to arrive.

It took a while for Howard to get Camila, considering that her room was only a floor below Michael's. The time a knock sounded from the door, it was 3:20 PM.

For safety and security reasons, Michael never answers the door. He sat quietly on the desk chair in the bedroom while he listens to Bill opening the door and talking to Camila.

"Hi Ms. Jensen, a pleasure to meet you. I'm Bill Bray, Michael's head of security," Bill acquainted, shaking Camila's hand.

"Hello. It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Bray. Were you the man who called me?" she asked curiously.

Michael giggled at Camila's question from his bedroom. It was just the way she said it.

"Yes ma'am that would be me," Bill politely answered. "You could sit here while I get Michael."

A second or two later Bill came into the bedroom.

"It's your queue, Joker."

Michael stood up and quickly readjusted the position of his varsity jacket and rolled down his black slacks.

"I'll blame you if this doesn't end right," Michael whispered sternly to Bill. His only response was a small smile.

When Michael entered the living room, he saw Camila wandering her eyes all over the room. She was sitting very nicely on the sofa, her legs were crossed and her posture was upright. Her appearance was similar to last night's with her hair still wavy and the glow on her face was still visible, the only thing different was the color of her lips. They were a shade of rose last night and now they're nude. Michael saw no imperfections whatsoever in this girl.

"Hi Camila," Michael greeted warmly. Her eyes struck in his direction.

"Michael! It's so nice to see you again, how are you?" She got up and gave him a hug. Michael became so entranced by her pleasant fragrance that smelt of fresh peonies, it delayed the time it took for him to answer.

"I'm good... good. And you?"

"I'm splendid!" she answered with a gallant smile. "I was so happy when you called, I thought I was going to go about my whole day in boredom!"

"Well, I'm happy I made you happy," Michael confessed. Camila gave a little smile.

They both sat down on the sofa. As the atmosphere started to get a little awkward, Michael turned on the television, settling in for a movie that looked terrible and cheaply made. He made the volume barely audible.

"This isn't a very nice movie," Camila commented after 5 minutes in.

"Yeah, I'll change it." Michael was about to grab the remote when Camila stopped him.

"No, just turn it off. I thought you wanted to talk?"

The expression on Michael's face changed entirely. He felt so stupid on the inside. But on the outside he played it off, acting like he forgot the aim of him meeting her.

"Right," he quickly covered up the mistake. "Sorry."

"No, it's okay! Did I make you uncomfortable? You're so stiff, are you alright?"

He gulped and shook his body, to shake away the nerves. Camila's oblivion to his high-strung state made Michael realize he had nothing to be nervous about. "Nope! I'm okay, a little tense from work and business, that's all. I'm sorry," he lied. He was tense because Camila looked beautiful, and he felt like he didn't match up to her.

She nodded her head as she giggled at Michael's gesture. "You're a real stunner in that outfit, by the way."

"Really?" Michael was taken aback by her compliment. He thought that his varsity jacket and black slacks were anything but nice and decent-looking. "Gee, thank you. You look stunning yourself."

"Don't you think I might have overdressed?" she inquired, genuinely needing a feedback.

"Not at all," Michael answered sincerely, giving a smile. "Um, are you thirsty? Do you want water or juice? Or tea?" he asked lowly, being polite.

"No, no thanks, I'm fine." Suddenly, she got up from the couch and walked towards the curtains. "I was just wondering... Why are the curtains closed? It's so dark in here."

"For privacy." Michael got up as well and stood close to her, keeping a barely-touching distance between them. "It's a way to keep the cameras out. The media is so crazy nowadays, I can't even go anywhere without being mobbed."

Camila tilted her head to aim her eyes at Michael's. As soon as her hazel eyes locked themselves with Michael's brown eyes, the speed of her heart intensified, she couldn't help but to breathe heavier than normal. The stare lasted as long as ten seconds and broke when she looked away, which made Michael snap out of his gaze and blush.

"What happens if you open it?" Camila said trying to break the silence, barely above a whisper.

"I don't think you'd want to know."

"But I want to know," She held out a section of the curtain and prepared to pull them.

"No, girl," he laughed. "I'll do it, step back if you don't want to be seen by the cameras," Michael instructed and she did as she was told.

The moment he opened the curtains, a sudden thunderous uproar of screams blasted from below. Camila's eyes widened at how quickly the screams of the fans emerged.

Michael opened the window and waved to the crowd as they continued to scream effortlessly in awe of seeing their idol. The crowd wasn't huge and didn't fill the streets, but the amount was still large enough to create a scene and break the windows with their ear-piercing cries and shouts.

Finally, he closed the window and curtain and turned to see a dumbfounded Camila. The screams died down a little but they were still very loud.

"Wow... How many people were there?" she asked bewilderedly.

"About twenty or thirty I think," he answered with a smile on his face. The thought of his fans supporting and loving him always makes him warm inside. "Maybe fifty, or a hundred... I'm bad at estimating."

"Still, that's quite a lot." She took a pause and scanned the room. It somehow bothered her knowing that Michael couldn't be free from the media. She wanted to do him a favor.

She leaned against the walls. A second later she asked, "Do you sometimes wish you could open the curtains and no one's there? No cameras and all? No screaming fans?"

"All the time, of course," he replied. "Not that I don't appreciate the affection, it's just that I like my privacy, you know?"

A moment of silence was held between them. "Do you want to come to my room?" she offered affably.

"Pardon?" Michael made a quizzical look on his face, looking down and picking on the curtain's fabric to hide his flushing cheeks.

"Come to my room, it's only a floor down," she suggested as she crossed her arms. "It's also on the other side of the building so I don't think there would be anybody expecting you there. Don't you want to experience sunlight and wind?" She spoke as if Michael hadn't seen the light in years.

Michael laughed and paced back to the sofa, sitting down. The sides of his mouth lifted to a slight smirk and he rubbed his head. "Oh boy... I do want to go out to the balcony," he thought aloud.

Camila walked to face Michael and gave him a look. "C'mon... It's not like I'm taking you to a haunted mansion, there's nothing to be scared of."

He took a while to think but finally gave in. "Alright, let's go."

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(A/N): Good news– I'm not dead!! :D

Super super sorry for the very very long wait! There's just so much schoolwoork now, and I hadn't been having a good amount of motivation and inspiration. I'll update soon?? I will never forget about this story though. Just please don't forget to vote, comment and share (it's what keeps me going) + I always appreciate everything!

Thank you for reading, I love you! -Mia <3