Michael.

After I finished my schedule I decided to go and visit the art building again, the children were excited to see me once again, I always have fun over there, it's one of the places I can escape from all the drama at home. "Michael you can ditch the music thing and become an painter, your really awesome at it", Cecil complimented, I smiled.

I love art ever since I was a child. I would only paint if I was not preforming, rehearsing or touring. Their is something magical about art, you can let your imagination run wild, as much as I love painting I could never give up music it would be like giving up my right arm.

We were painting a fruit bowl, as usual the kids were peeking at my painting and trying to copy it even though the fruit bowl was right in front of them. Later I noticed that Aya was putting up are fairy treehouse we made last week on the shelf, I saw her put mine up I smiled, Aya turned and saw me she smiled back, I blushed and continued painting. I was still nervous around Aya, she is just a special girl I can relate with her, she has a wonderful personality and she's just great to be around.

"H-Hey Michael how are you doing", Aya asked.

"I'm doing fine thank you", she glanced over at my painting "Wow Michael your a natural".

"thank you", I smiled at her she gave me a cute little shy smile that just made my day.

It was lunch time and I just found out that the art building had a hall two stories up, we went to the hall. When we got there the hall was really big and very colorful, on the walls there was a big painting of children holding hands in a circle and hand made paper fishes were hanging on the ceiling. "Okay guys what do you wanna play", Aya asked the children. The children decided they wanted to play tag, Aya was it, the kids ran around like maniacs I was standing at the corner laughing my head off, they were just too fast for her.

Aya looked so pretty her smile was breathtaking I could look at her all day, the kids were just jumping around like lunatics until Olivia grabbed my hand "come on, Michael join in" I really didn't want to join but I had no choice, Cecil was it, we were running around and Cecil was right behind me, I looked back to make sure I was far away from Cecil as possible, suddenly I bumped into someone and we fell on the floor when I was about to get up I realized the person I fell on top of was Aya. As I laid on top of Aya we gazed into each others eyes, this was the closest I've ever been near her, it was intense. I observed her beautiful face, her eyes were crystal green, her lips, my god, they were perfection and  her skin looked so smooth like a baby. "Sorry", she apologized "no it's my fault", I said then we got up and continued the game.

It was a long game of tag myself and Aya were worn out but somehow the children still had a lot of energy left.

"How do they do it", I asked.

"I don't know, I wish they can give some of that energy to me", she giggled. We both looked at each other and laughed.

"I wonder how you have the time to come here, you must be pretty busy after all the things that have been going on for you", she said.

"My schedule isn't always full, there are times were I can fit something in" I explained.

She asked how I pulled of a successful album like thriller, "Just by working really hard and having a lot of motivation", I told her.

"I love the storybook album of E.T, I have it at home I listen to it every night" she smiled. The E.T storybook album was a great experience, even though it was a dangerous decision because we were recording it the same time we were recording thriller, but it all worked out at the end, I'm glad she enjoyed it.

She asked where I learned how to paint like that, "I loved to paint ever since I was little, if I wasn't in the music world I was in the art world".

"Here I thought you can only sing and dance", we both giggled.

We ate our lunches, suddenly time flew by and it was time for us to head back and finish our painting, we where back to the classroom I realized that it was almost time for me to head back home but I was nearly finished my painting so I decided I'll finish the painting then head back home.

"Hey Michael can I ask you a question", Olivia whispered.

"yes".

"Do you like Aya, you know, in that way", My eyes widened and I gazed at Olivia did she just say what I think she just said.

"No" I answered,To be honest I didn't know, all I can say is that she's just a friend.

After I finished my painting it was time for me to go home, the children didn't want me to leave but I had to go because I had work to do, I said my goodbyes and left.

At home it was quiet too quiet I guess joseph wasn't home, I walked to the family recording studio but I was stopped by Janet.

"Where the hell were you", she questioned.

"Places", I replied.

She looked at me with suspicion and slowly walked away, the reason why I didn't tell her is because I just don't want anyone to know, I like things the way they are and I don't want that to change.