Los Angeles, CA 1984

As Michael's driver pulled into the gates of the Jackson Family compound, I noticed the gleam of a certain purple limo parked in the dark driveway. My eyes instantaneously bucked out. 

"He can't be serious." I mumbled. "That's not him he's not that stupid."

Ok well he's not stupid but bold, very much so. How did he even get inside the gates of this place?

I put on a convincing smile as Michael took my hand and guided me towards the door. 

"Hey babe uh...i'm gonna just stay outside for a few minutes, get some fresh air."

"Well I can stay with you, it'd kind of late-"

"No!" I cleared my throat to calm myself. "I'd rather be alone, y'know be one with myself."

I cut his eyes as if he didn't believe me. I groaned internally, I guess I was gonna have to start some shit. I put on my best bitch face and got to work. 

"What? Is your mind so stuck in the 1950s a woman can't stay outside by her damn self, I can go places by myself Michael. I'll be ok, I don't need you to sit out here and watch me like i'm a fuckin-"

"Okay, okay!" He threw his hands up in defeat. "See you when you get inside."

I crossed my arms and pouted, eyeing him until he closed the door behind him. I went into immediate panic and scurried over to Prince's overly tinted window and knocked on it. 

He rolled it down and glared at me. "You're gonna leave a mark, I just got these windows tinted."

I scrunched my face up at him, as if he isn't in my boyfriend's family's driveway half past midnight. "What the hell are you even doing here?!"

"I had a song idea and I needed you to come to the studio."

"A phone call would've been nice, dumbass."

"I did call, several times actually,  you just never answered."

"How did you even know I was here?"

He snickered. "Naomi."

I couldn't even believe this was happening right now. "How did you even get into the gates?"

"Don't worry about all that, now come on."

I scoffed. "I can't just leave with you!"

He popped the door open. "All you have to do is step in." he rubbed the seat ext to him. "I just got the seats reupholstered." 

I snickered as my my eyes darted between Prince's eyes and the front door. I threw my head back and groaned to the sky. "I can't stand you."

"Join the club.." he scooted to the side, letting me in. 

Before I could fully adjust in my seat the limo had already whipped into reverse and sped out the driveway. 

The drive was semi-awkward considering the fact that Prince was staring at me. I recrossed my legs in an attempt to break some of the tension. I finally got sick of it.

"The fuck are you doing?"

"Baby I want to communicate with you tonight with our minds"

I couldn't believe my ears, I had to put my hand over my mouth so I wouldn't burst out laughing.

"Look baby, I have got this thing for you. I am putting my waves out and I am putting them into you and I wanted us to connect through synergy".

"Ooooor...  we could just talk."

"You go ahead. I just want to look at you".

I pressed my lips together trying to contain the giggles that were slipping out. However, after about 10 minutes, of me talking and him not responding. I slowly started to realize that he was serious. If he wasn't gonna talk, I was at least going to eat, Michael and I only went to his mother's birthday party and nothing was vegetarian there so I starved the entire night. I leaned foreward, feeling Prince's eyes follow me, I knocked on the partiton and asked the driver to take us to Nicky Blair's Italian restaurant in West Hollywood. 

I plopped down and looked over at Prince, sitting opposite of me, just glaring into my eyes and making these faces. I cocked my head to the side, I never wanted to punch him in that pretty little face of his more. 

I tapped my foot restlessly, my irritation with him growing as the car finally stopped at the front of the restaurant. The chants of Prince's name already starting outside, for someone who wants to be lowkey he sure chose a bold ass color to paint his limo.

We walked scurried inside quickly, guarding our faces from the cameras and took our seats. He pulled out my seat for me, which made me softened my face a little bit. Even though he was being an asshole, he was still a gentleman at all time.

I picked up my menu, my eyes falling upon the piano across the room. 

"Hey Prince, you should go play that, show them how it's done..."

He snickered. "Hmph."

"Pissin' me off man.." I held up my menu, grumbling to myself. "You're pissin. me. off..."

"Good evening, what drinks may I start you off with?" the waistress asked us in her full on valley girl accent. They obviously hired her because she's young, blonde, and pretty. I looked over their wine choices and ended up deciding on water, trying to keep the skin clear.

"Alright," she scribbled down my order and turned her attention to Prince, "And for your sir?"

He glanced over the menu for a second, I cut my eyes in anticipation, wondering if he was gonna speak. 

He pointed out whatever his drink was to the waitress, she nodded writing it down.

I shook my head, looking over the entree menu. "Jackass." I mumbled to myself. 

"So what will you all be having tonight?"

"I'll have the....Penne alla Norma." I closed my menu and handed it to her. "extra basil."

She smiled taking my menu. "And for you sir...?"

He beckoned her with his finger to come closer and whispered his order in her ear. I rolled my eyes and sat back, crossing my arms. I knew right then that this was gonna be a long ass night.

I stabbed the last bit of my pasta on my fork and glared at Prince before taking a bite. "So is this gonna continue, because if so i'm going home"

Nothing. 

"That's it." I scooted my plate in front of me. "I'm leaving."

His expression went smug as if he thought I was joking. I stood up, grabbing my Chanel clutch from the chair and scoffed before walking away. 

I walked past his limo, and thankfully sneaking past the cameras. I heard heels clicking behind me other than my own. I glanced behind me knowingly and rolled my eyes before I could stop myself. 

All of a sudden I stopped dead on the sidewalk, I have no clue as to why, my mind kept telling me to keep walking and take a cab but my body stopped. I felt him tap me on my shoulder and I immediately crossed my arms. 

"I can't do this for an entire night."

Prince span me around, passionately grabbed my arms and just pushed his face right up to mine and held this intense gaze for a minute.

"Stooooooop!!!" I whined. "You're being an asshole."

But he held out and didn't say a word. He just took my hand and walked me back to the limo.

I don't know what compelled me to get in, there's something magical about this man.

On the drive, to what i'm assuming is his West Hollywood Mansion, he still continued to stare at me. "Y'know what..." I knocked on the partition. "Take me back to my place please this date is over."

He gasped, making me jolt. "Did you just confirm that this is a date."

He chuckled trying to catch my hands as I slapped him everywhere I could land it. "Alright, alright, it was just a joke."

"It wasn't funny you....you fuckass." I said it so hard, I wanted him to feel it.

"Fuckass???" he snickered, finally grabbing my wrists. "What are you 12?"

"How am I the one that's 12 but you over here giving bitches the silent treatment..."

"Oh like you haven't given me the silent treatment before."

"So! I wasn't trying to "communicate through synergy" I imitated his voice, annoying my damn self in the process.

He stopped, an endearing gaze spreading across his face. 

"I've got an urge for ice cream."

I squinted. "Don't try an change the subje-" I squealed as he pulled me off to the side of him the side. "Aye Bowman!"

The partition came down."Yeah boss..." 

"I have a very special flavor of icecream I like. Do you like Haagen-Dazs Rum Raisin? I do, Can you find me some?"

"Anything...and for the lady."

I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by Prince's hand cupping over my mouth. 

"She'll have what i'm having."

I pryed his hand off. "You can have the shits all night if you want...I want vanilla"

"You'll have them anyways because you're lactose intolerant..."

"Ap!" I put my finger in his face sternly. "For your information I only eat the lactose free kind."

As we went back and forth bickering over ice cream, the driver drove us around to a few stores and some didn't have it, so we ended up at the 7/11 store on Curson and Sunset and we got him some Rum Raisin and I got my Vanilla (lactose free of course)

I licked my spoon clean and stuck it into his, he twisted his face in disgust.

I raised my brow. "What?"

"I don't know where yo' mouth been."

I rolled my eyes, ignoring him and taking a bite of his ice cream that would most likely kill my insides.

As I sucked on the spoon, I glanced out the heavily tinted window, we drove past this restaurant called Old World.

Prince decided to pipe up. "That is my favorite restaurant. I like the brown rice and vegetable stew"

"Do you recommend it?"

His face dropped. "I just said it was my favorite restaurant."

I glared at him, wondering who the fuck he was getting smart with, until the car came to a halt in front of his house.

He licked his spoon, raising his brow at me. "See something you like?"

I twisted my face at him, before stepping out the car. I wrapped linked myself onto his arm, still glaring at his annoyingly sexy ass. 

"Do you want to use the bathroom before we get started in the studio?" he teased, unlocking the door.

I sent my fist into his arm. "Fuckass."

He chuckled. "Go look around a bit."

I released my grip from his arm and wondered around his living room, it was very Princely. That was the only way to describe it. My eyes landed on this small glistening gold trophy, I turned it around and in big bold engraved letters it said Shagger of the Year. I had to clench my legs together, trying not to piss myself from laughing so hard.

I held it up to Prince who was playing around with the piano. "What...." I was wheezing at this point. "What the fuck is this..."

"Oh my god." he groaned, bolting over to take it from me. He looked down at me, slightly amused at the sight of me breathlessly laughing at his feet. 

"If you must know, the boys gave it to me on my 21st birthday..."

I howled. "That makes it even better."

"Jasmyn." his tone mock stern. "When you laugh like that it helps me know what you'd sound like when you cum...."

I squealed, clenching my legs together. "Stop..I gotta pee." my voice raddling with laughter.

"And I like it..."

I ran off to the bathroom, laughing like a walrus, before I pissed all over his hardwood floors. When I finally pulled myself together we made our way down his home studio, he had already played me what he had recorded and I loved it! 

I secured my headset on and gave him a thumbs up. 

He clicked the button. "Okay so if at anytime you're confused come out here, plop yourself on my knee and see if we can get you pregnant."

"Whatever...Shagger of the Year." 

"Hey if you have me stripped of my title and I'll have you stripped of your tights."

My jaw dropped. "Oh my God!" I shook my head, trying to be serious again but was failing. "Play the record."

He threw his hands up in defeat as he hit the playback button. I started nodding my head to the beat. 

I giggled, cupping my hand over my mouth to contain my oncoming grin. "I don't know why the beginning makes me smile"

I jammed out to the beginning, watching Prince bob his head and laugh at my dramatic dancing in the booth.

It'll be alright, babe, see me I got you covered
I'm gon' be your lover, you might be the one
If it's only tonight, ayy, we don't need to worry
We ain't in a hurry, rushin' into love

We locked eyes as my small part came up, bobbing out head mutually.

If you wanna stay, we're taking it slow baby
Cause you and me, and I got enough on my mind
But I can make some time for something so divine

I looked out to him and got the nod of Princely approval, he said he loved the sound of our voices together.

Said, you just don't know how beautiful you are
And baby that's my favorite part
You walk around so clueless to it all
Like nobody gonna break your heart
It'll be alright babe, see me I got you covered
I'm gon' be your lover, you might be the one
If it's only tonight, ayy, we don't need to worry
We ain't in a hurry, rushin' into love

I hooked my headphones onto the stand and I looked up to see him staring at me.

"What?"

He chuckled. "Nothing...come here."