2 Months Later

Ariel's POV—

Months past by and my belly grows a tiny bit bigger. Now that I'm pushing four months, the baby starts to move around my stomach, giving me the light flutters in my lower abdomen at certain parts of the day.

After Christmas break, Latoya told a lie about me being a "hoe", cheating on Prince and got pregnant with another person which is totally not true... so I had to break out of my shell and tell the media about my story through a video I made of just myself explaining why I'm pregnant.

I really didn't want to do it but I had to be brave and share my story...

My story about my teen pregnancy became viral and I've received a lot of love and gifts from my fans. I've gained a lot of popularity that whenever I go to school, people would crowd me and encourage me to stay strong, even my teachers.

It really warmed my heart to see that there's people that cares about me. Because of them, I don't walk around public being ashamed anymore.

Then, I heard that Oprah heard my message and thought it was inspirational and she called me here to be on her talk show. Now I'm here with Oprah before me answering all the questions she has for me with no audience, it's just us two talking with a camera crew in front of us, recording us live on tv.

A small microphone is attached to the collar of my fitted black dress with see through long sleeves. My dress shapes my little baby bump and goes just above my knees.

This is the first time I'm out with tight fitted clothes instead of baggy now that I'm not a little comfortable with my body.

Oprah spoke, "Ariel, we know you from your mother, Naomi Bleu. She was once a model and she stopped modeling because of her cancer. Now we're all wondering if she's still fighting the horrible disease?" She kindly asked.

I shook my head, "She fought cancer, cancer lost its battle against her." I smiled.

Oprah smiled brightly showing her perfect white teeth, "Wow that's good to hear! Do you know if she's gonna continue her career in modeling?" She asked excitedly.

I shrugged, "I don't know. Hopefully she'll continue, she's a really good model."

"Wow, I hope you become a model, you're like a mini version of your mom." She playfully hit my knee.

I blushed, "I can't model, maybe after I have this baby." I placed a hand over my small belly.

Oprah raised her eyebrows, "Oh that's right, you've mentioned that you're pregnant not too long ago... I've heard your story and your story touched a lot of teens in America struggling from abuse and teen pregnancy."

I looked down, "Yeah."

"I'm so sorry to hear about what happened..... I've been in your shoes before. I've gone through a lot of abuse throughout my whole childhood and got pregnant at a very young age." She said softly with her eyes full of agony recalling what happened in her past.

I've read about Oprah... she's been abused her whole childhood and raped at the age of nine. She then got pregnant at age fourteen and gave birth to a boy, who died two weeks after birth.

It's a sad story.... it reminds me of my life but hers is slightly worse than mine.

Oprah looked at me, feeling my pain, understanding what I've been through from her experience.

"All that I have to tell you is to keep moving forward and stay strong. I remember when you said that you feel guilty and you don't know what to do when the baby comes around. That baby is gonna be a blessing because I remember when I had my child, he lit up my world even though I've only had him for two weeks. You shouldn't feel guilty at all anymore now that everybody knows your story.", she spoke to me.

I guess she's right. There's nothing to worry about anymore. Nobody turned their backs against me after I shared my story.

"I've been through hell and back in my life and now look at me, a successful woman making a lot of money." She smiled. "You'll end up just like me, I know that for a fact." She winked.

I forced a smile, feeling better about myself. Feeling just a little bit more hope for my future.

Talking with Oprah makes me feel like I'm not alone.

There's a lot of girls in this world who's been in my shoes and is going through this right now.

Michael's POV

My brothers and I are all in the dressing room in New York City, getting ready to perform one of our last shows for tour. While my brothers are busy getting ready for the show, rehearsing dance choreography last minute, I'm sitting in a chair in front of the tv watching the Oprah Channel to see Ariel and Oprah on live.

Everybody is talking about this interview and I'm so proud of Ariel of being brave and telling everybody her story. Ariel's been all over the news and magazines and everybody's been supporting her and spreading love ever since she shared her story.

Even Joseph feels bad for her, he hasn't been yelling at me for calling her on the phone anymore. Our parents are disappointed in Latoya for lying about Ariel though. She's been on punishment for the longest back at home.

"We got five minutes boys! Hurry up we need to be on that stage on time!" Joseph shouted as he left the dressing room.

I still kept myself in front of the tv staring at Ari through the tv screen.

Ariel looks so beautiful on tv, I can't wait to see her when we're done with tour. Only a weeks left until I meet her. Tour is almost over.

Ariel and I have been talking to each other every night for two months. Hopefully she's at least gaining a little feelings for me.

Prince is sort of in the way... I'm ready to make her my girl already dammit.

I studied her looks on the tv screen. Wearing a beautiful black dress, her hair styled with box braids and her makeup beautifully done.

Her belly looks a tiny bit bigger than from the last time I've seen her.

She hasn't mentioned about the baby to me or even talked to the media about him or her either. I'm really curious about the gender... I wonder what's she's having.

I felt somebody breathing behind my neck, I slowly turned my head around to see Jackie staring at the screen with a smile.

"You must really like her. Huh?" Jackie chuckled.

I nodded and looked back at the screen, "Yeah man... I can't get her off my mind." I chuckled.

He grabbed a chair behind him and sat beside me, sitting in front of the tv.

"I can tell. You don't go a day without talking on the phone with her or staring at her pics on your phone." He said watching Ariel talk on tv.

I blushed, "I don't know if I should ask her to be my girl?" I looked down and played with my fingers. "Should I?" I questioned. "We've been talking to each other every night since we left for tour, I think she's gotta be gaining at least a little feelings for me.."

He sighed and shrugged, "I don't know bro. She's about to have a baby soon and if you want to be with her, then you would have to be there for her and her baby."

"I-I'm fine with that. I love babies."

"Yeah, but I don't think you'll like waking up at two in the morning just to feed a baby and go through all the trouble to put it back to sleep."

I smacked my teeth, "Where do you get all of this Jackie?" I chuckled.

"Don't forget, I'm the second oldest sibling. I remember when you were a newborn... you would never shut the hell up at night. Rebbie and I would always complain. Mother said it was so hard to put you back to sleep."

I laughed and nudged his arm.

He pat my back with one hand, "But really lil bro, you have to think about stuff like that... if you wanna be with her, then you will have to deal with her kid too."

I smiled, "Alright. I'm down for that. I'll help her with anything no matter what."

"And don't forget the media too... they'll probably freak when they find out that you're helping her with that baby." He added getting up from his chair.

I shrugged, "I don't care what they think. I'm gonna take care of her and her baby through the good and bad times." I told him.

I looked back at the tv one last time until a commercial came on and I turned it off.

My brothers, who are fully dressed for the show, left the room, leaving me in the dressing room by myself.

I'm not even ready yet... I've been watching Ariel on tv.

I looked behind me to see that my outfit is the only one hanging on the silver clothing rack in the middle of the room.

I stood up from my chair and grabbed my decorated white jacket from the hanger. I held it up and admired my special jacket and the decorated white blouse inside of it with shiny diamonds in the letter "M" in the middle of the shirt and diamonds on the sides of my jacket. I looked below the rack to see my silver boots nicely placed on the floor.

Tonight, we're going to perform one of my favorite songs, Enjoy Yourself. We've worked hard on this choreography and of course I've been working on my spinning.

I jumped by the sound of the door being swung open by Joseph and him storming in.

Joseph laid his eyes on me looking pissed as ever. He furrowed his thick eyebrows and stomped towards me.

"Why aren't you dressed Michael?!" He shouted at me.

"I-I'm getting dressed right now.." I said uneasy.

"Stop all that lolly gagging and hurry up boy! We got three more minutes until we gotta hit that stage!" He shouted once more and left the room.

We had to deal with him yelling at us for two months! This has been a stressful tour for us. I can't wait to go home.

Joseph opened the door again, "If you mess up on those spins in the middle of the song, your ass is mine." He gritted his teeth.

He left the room again and slammed the door, leaving me by myself.

I can't wait to go home and rest... I have a strong urge to punch Joseph in the face. This has been the longest tour ever.

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Marlon, Jackie and I started dancing and singing while Tito played the bass and Randy played the bongos. The sound of our fans screaming and applauding and the sight of lights shining on us boosts our adrenaline as we sang and danced.

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I really enjoyed myself singing and dancing to one of my favorite songs. I kept Ariel on my mind while performing and it resulted in me feeling like I'm having fun and really feeling the music. I even threw a couple of spins here in there throughout the performance.

Thinking of Ariel always makes me happy not only on stage but in general. I'll probably be the happiest dude alive if we were together right now.

I sang and danced my heart out with so much joy and funk that I forgot that Joseph is backstage watching our every move. The song came to an end and we politely bowed as the crowed cheered.

MEANWHILE...

Ariel's POV—

"Ariel, another question that I have to ask you..." Oprah started. "I've heard a lot of rumors... all over the media. You're fans are also freaking out too."

"Yes?" I curiously asked.

Oprah smiled, "There's been a leaked photo of you in the mall one day, the camera man zoomed in on your chest to see a beautiful necklace with an M. What does the M stand for? People are wondering... does the M stand for Michael?" She asked.

I sighed nervously and smiled, "Yes, it stands for Michael." I admitted.

Oprah's eyes widened in shock, "Michael... as in Michael Jackson?" She asked.

I nodded and chuckled, "Yes."

"Many people are wondering because you're with Prince. Right?" She asked.

I shook my head, "No, Prince and I-" I hesitated and sighed as Prince came into my mind. "Prince and I b-broke up. Things just got outta hand." I said uneasy as I scratched the back of my head.

Oprah sat in confusion thinking of a question to ask.

"So... are you breaking up with Prince to be with Michael?" She puzzled.

I shook my head, "Prince broke up with me, I didn't break up with him and if I were to break up with Prince, I wouldn't break up with him just to be with Michael." I explained.

"Wouldn't you break up with him if you lost interest with him and go to Michael? I mean c'mon... who would say no to a guy who gave you a beautiful necklace for Christmas? Furthermore, stand up for you against his sister for spreading lies and rumors about you?"

"Michael and I are just close friends. He gave me this for Christmas before he left for tour and I decided to put it on cause ya know... I miss my best friend. I haven't seen him in two months." I twirled my necklace with my fingers.  "Second, that's what friend's do. They're here for each other no matter what."

"That's what your boyfriend, Prince, is supposed to do, not your friend. And if Michael is doing the stuff that your boyfriend is supposed to be doing, then you should totally be with Michael because he's treating you like a queen... I've talked to Michael not too long ago and he's been saying that he deserves you. He loves you girl." She playfully hit my knee and smiled.

I feel the pressure every time somebody brings up the thought of Michael and I being together. I really can't get over the break up I just had with Prince a while ago... it really broke me to pieces. I really loved Prince and I still do... it just really makes me upset that my so called "love of my life" broke up with me because I'm... pregnant.

Michael... he's a sweet, kindhearted guy... he's the whole package. He's giving me hints that I should be with him but the thing he doesn't understand is that I'm still hurt and I'm slowly recovering from my break up with Prince. I can't switch from guy to guy too late fast. It's hard for me.

I looked down and gulped, "I don't think I'm ready for a relationship right now. I just need time." I said quietly.

"Well when you're done being single and had your time by yourself, go with the guy who wants to be there for you, not the guy who broke up with you because you're pregnant."

I raised an eyebrow, "What?" I asked, shocked. "He didn't break up with me because of tha-" I tried to play it off and lie.

Oprah chuckled, "C'mon. He obviously did. You're all over the newspapers, magazines and tv because Latoya exposed you in front of millions. Where was he standing up for you? No where. Michael is the only one standing up for you... he didn't turn your back on you." She explained having me to be speechless.

She's speaking all truth right now... it's crazy. But I don't want her to tell everybody. I don't want Prince to get exposed like that... I still love him and that'll be wrong to just tell everybody that he broke up with me over something I can't control.

Oprah smiled, "When I was talking to Michael, he would not stop talking about you. He even said he might write a song for you and I can't wait for that to happen." She cheered.

My heart warmed up as I blushed a little.

He never told me that... I'll have to talk to him tonight about it.

Prince POV—

André and I sat in the living room watching Ariel on Oprah's live tv show. From what I've heard everybody is watching this show.... Ariel's the new biggest thing that's going around.

She's been ignoring my text messages, phone calls and voicemails since Christmas and to hear that Oprah is talking bad about me to Ariel, makes me think that she's gonna be with Michael some day.

I should not have broken up with her... now the whole world is gonna be thinking that I broke up with her because of her pregnancy...

She just doesn't understand... I broke up with her because we have a lot going on... we were both stressed, we haven't been hanging out like we used to do... I thought a break would be a good idea but she had to turn it the other way.

"Michael better back off my girl..." I quietly said to myself, my eyes glued to the tv.

Ariel used to always tell me that they have nothing going on between them but it seems like it to me...

She's wearing that necklace that Michael gave her her for Christmas... she told me she was gonna throw it away.

Damn... she even said she misses him after not seeing him for a while.

I feel like she had feelings for him when we were together, no matter how many times she said that she doesn't like him like that, I always feel that there's something up with them.

"You should've thought about Michael before you broke up with her, you know damn well he's gonna step up and try to take her from you." André spoke with a blunt in between his lips.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "I didn't completely break up with her. I told her that we're getting back together another day but I guess she wasn't having it..."

André removed the blunt from his mouth, "Duh Prince... of course she's not gonna deal with your shit... you broke up with her after you've been told that she's carrying a baby. She thought that you broke up with her because of that reason... that's some messed up shit right there." André argued, smoke escaping from his mouth.

"But I didn't break up with her because of that. I wanted us to have a break until everything's straight." I raised my voice.

"And because she's carrying a baby." André added before putting the blunt back in between his lips.

"No-"

"I know you lyin' bruh"

I sighed and looked down, "Okay... yes I did." I admitted. "It was just too much for me to handle... I was very shocked but that doesn't mean that I'm gonna leave her hangin'... with no man to be there by her side." I explained.

I looked back at the tv watching her talk to Oprah.

"I've been trying to contact her for the longest but she's too busy talking to Michael. She's been ignoring me forever. I miss her."

"Who's fault is that.." André spoke under his breath.

I punched his arm and he laughed. I turned the tv off and got up from the couch, walking towards the stairs.

I heard André chuckle, "Prince. I'm playin' man. I thought of an idea."

I turned around and stared at him emotionless as he walked toward me.

"Why don't we call her on my phone, she'll probably answer." He suggested pulling out his phone.

"It's not gonna work... she doesn't like you." I assumed.

"She won't know that it's me, she doesn't have my number. I'll call her and if she answers, I'll give the phone to you and you try to talk things out." He explained pressing buttons on his phone.

I rolled my eyes, "Like that's gonna happen... she'll probably hang up on my face." I assumed.

"Maybe we'll find a way for y'all to talk to each other in person." He grew a mischievous smile.

"Don't you think I tried to talk to her in person? Almost every day in class I try and she ignores me." I raised my voice.

"Prince I'm serious bruh... I thought of something else and maybe it'll work.." He told me.

I furrowed my eyebrows knowing that he'll say something stupid.

"I'll call Ariel's phone and tell her that you're having a seizure... that'll make her come here in a heartbeat..." he chuckled.

I smacked my teeth and shooed him away with my hand, "André, gone up outta here dumbass." I spat and made my way up the steps. "I ain't doing that shit."

"My man do you want your girl back or nah?" I heard him ask.

"I do want her back but I ain't gonna do that shit to her."

"C'mon it won't be all that deep... just say you really had a seizure and uh-uh...." he stopped to think of something. "And- and say you wanted to see her before it's too late. That's all." He continued.

"I can't lie to her. It'll defeat the whole purpose of trying to get her back."

"Prince. She won't know man... this is the only lie you're gonna tell her. You're gonna thank me later."

I stood and really thought about his idea... it sounds hella bad and wrong to do but I'd do anything to get her to talk to me.

I sighed, "Fine. We'll do it and if things don't turn out right... I'm comin' for your ass." I said in a serious tone.