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THE TWO SINGERS talked and talked as if they were old friends. They didn't even notice that the sun had disappeared and the moon was shining bright. They were so caught up with one another they barley heard the knock on the door. It wasn't until the second time that they heard the knocking. Micky excused herself and stood from the couch where the two were sat. Micky opened the door but only to be faced with a black clothed chest. She looks up and notices that it was one of the bodyguards that Michael came with.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Miss Beaumont but Mr. Jackson's mother wants him home for dinner" the guard explained. Her mood deflated a little but she quickly recovered and nodded her head at the guard. The guard then turned his back to Micky as she closed the door behind her. She walks back into the small living area to see him still sitting in his original position.

"Who was it?" He asked curiously.

"It was one of your bodyguards. He says that your mother wants you home for dinner" she told him. Michael glances out the window for the first time and was shocked to see that it was dark outside.

"I didn't even noticing it getting late." He chuckled. He stood up from his seat and stood beside Micky. This was the first time he stood close to her and actually examine her face. She was a cute little thing. Big brown eyes adorned by long eyelashes and thick black liner. Her brown hair cascading down her back until it reached just below her waist. She had a small mole on the left side of her face, just beside her nose. Full pouty lips and a brilliant smile.

"I had fun today. Getting to talk with you, I mean" she laughed awkwardly.

"I had fun too. It's nice to finally get to talk with you and get to know you." He revealed to her causing heat to rise to both their faces. Micky walked him to the front of her door but before Micky could open the door, he spoke up.

"Do you maybe wanna meet up again sometime?" He spoke up. Micky looked at him and frowned slightly. Michael took this the wrong way and began to regret asking.

"Nevermind. It's okay if you don't wanna meet up again. I comp-" he didn't even finish before Micky interrupted him.

"I would love to meet up with you again but my schedule is very hectic at the moment. The only reason I had some free time today was because a radio station switched the interview to another day" she explained. Michael was relief but also sadden by her words. He understand but he was really hopping they could continue their conversation.

"But I should be free next Friday. The girls and I could finally take a break and such" she added quickly. Michael smiled and nodded.

"We could meet up again, next Friday if you aren't too busy" she asked. Michael could feel the happiness erupting in his chest. She actually wanted to spend time with him.

"No I'm free" he said shaking his head. Thank god he's not busy these past few weeks. The two said their goodbyes quickly. Micky watch as his figure, along with the two bodyguards, disappear into the elevator.
Micky closed the door behind her. She stays there with her back against the door. But it didn't last long as next thing Micky knew, she was laying face down on the floor. The back of her head throbbing at the sudden impact. Micky turned her head to see 3 heads peaking by the door. Micky glared at all of them. They all gave her sympathetic smiles except for Jaime who laughed at her injured friend.

"Oh shut it you wanker" Micky groaned as she pushed herself up from the floor. The three stared at her with interest.

"What are you lot staring at?" She asked beginning to feel uncomfortable under their gazes. Valerie grabbed her arm and pulled her into the living room, the two others close behind them. Valerie placed Micky on the couch as the three girls sat across from her.

"Tell us all about your date with Mr. Jackson" they exclaimed. Bright smiles adorning their faces. Micky groaned as she sat back into the sofa.

"It was not a date" Micky told them. She picked up the now empty mugs and made her way into the kitchen. The three girls followed as they watch Micky place the mugs inside the sink. Micky turned back around to face them with her arms crossed.

"You, my friend, is a bloody liar. You two have been locked in your room for hours" Jaime spoke.

"Did you two have fun?" Rena asked moving her brows in a suggestive way. Nicky's mouth dropped in disgust.

"You are nasty Rena" she exclaimed as she pushed her friends away to walk back into the living area.

"Then what did you two do?"

"Nothing. We just talked and had a cup of tea. That is all" she informed them. The three looked at her with their faces filled with suspicion.

"I'm telling the truth. We only got to know one another. We talked. That is all that happened. Now I would kindly appreciate it if you lot would let me rest. I'm very tired" she pleaded. The girls sighed seeing how tired their friend actually is. They complied and left Micky to rest.