A/N: Oh my goodness! Its been a week since I've updated. But how are my babies?! I missed you guys so much, wildn' with your funny comments. I'm so sorry, I was going to Dallas, and then, I was so busy and caught up. I'm so sorry. But now that I'm settled in, I can update frequently. Y'all enjoy this much needed update.

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Layla's POV

I jumped out of the bed, scrambling to get ny clothes off the ground. Michael was sitting back with a blank stare on his face.

I huffed loudly, and threw his clothes at him. He got out of the bed, and quietly put on his clothes.

About 20 seconds passed before heard a knock at the door again. Michael and I were fully clothed. I picked up the condom on the floor, and threw it at Michael.

He flinched, and picked it up with his nails, placing it in the trash. He covered it with tissues.

Smart.

I patted my clothes down, and Michael casual sat on the chair, by my night stand.

I opened the door slowly, and was greeted by my mother with a handful of groceries, a smile on her face, and a paper.

She walked further into the room and placed the groceries on the messy bed. "Why is the bed all messed up?" She raised her brows.

I rubbed the back of my neck, and Michael blushed slightly, looking down at his toes.

I finnaly spoke up. "Me and Michael were playing tag, and I ran across the bed." I smiled innocently.

She rolled her eyes a huffed. "Y'all stop messing up stuff in here. You messed up the bed, and there's a stain on it." She pointed at the big wet spot on the bed.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.

I pointed at Michael. "Michael spilled his water." I blamed.

Michael stood up from his chair smiling. "Not as much as you spilled yours." He sarcastically said.

I rolled my eyes, and unpacked the groceries. "What's the paper mom?"

She breathed in, smiling. "It's our lease! I got an apartment."

Michael started to put slightly. "You won't stay next to me anymore?" He walked towards me.

I approached him slowly. "Yeah, but how long till we move out." I looked back at my mom.

She grabbed the paper off the bed. "We leave in 7 days from today. So next Sunday."

I turned my attention back to Michael. "When do you go on tour?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "About 9 or 10 days." He confirmed.

I giggled. "Okay. We can have so much fun in that amount of time. But until then, let's stay in the house." I smiled at him.

"But its raining Layla! I wanna go run in the rain." He giggled, spinning in circles, with his arms raised.

He's so innocent.

I giggled at him and grabbed his arm. "I don't want you to get sick. Cant we play Just Dance or something?" I giggled.

"What's that?" He sat down on the bed.

I sighed, and climbed on the bed sitting by him. My mom sat in the chair, curious about the game. "It's a game, where you just copy the dances the person on the screen does. Well, they gave us alot more games at the hotel. They work up a sweat." I explained.

Michael climed off the bed and clapped his hands. "Let's play one."

My mom raised her index finger. "Is it three player." She giggled.

I side hugged her, and looked her in the eyes. "I'm sure there is enough room."

Michael was squatting down, looking at the array of games. However, one caught his eyes. "They have a game about me? How neat!" He giggled.

"Lets play this one!" He cheered.

I raised my brows. "Let's!"

I squatted down to the fancy fangled box. Presumably an "X-Box." At least that's what it says.

I pressed almost all the buttons until the CD opener slowly emerged. I placed the CD lightly on it and pushed the opener back in.

I stood back and watched as the game started up.

Michael's POV

I have to admit. I'm quite excited to play this game. I think k I'm going to win, maybe the dance moves are based off what I do!

The screen finnaly popped up. It was a shot of me spinning, then pausing on my heels, followed by some lines.

Not to mention the hoo part.

I blushed slightly. I have no idea why I'm embarassed but I am. I looked over to Layla who was anticipating to play. Nancy sat down on the chair, watching us.

The main screen came on, and Layla hit her hand in the air. All I could do is watch. Finnaly, and array of songs to dance to popped up.

This game might've just made my night.

Layla continued to wand her hand in the air pressing the songs.

"Ooh! Let's do The Way You Make Me Feel babe." I pointed.

She shook her head. "Nope, heard it! I want to do some songs I haven't heard." She giggled.

I nodded at her, she has a point. Finnaly she stopped waving her hand, and started at a song.

Oh no.

I rubbed her arm gently. "Baby. Let's not do this one." I smiled.

In the closet was the most sexual song I've ever done.

"Why not? Lets do it." She clapped, jumping up and down.

I sighed and gave into her. "Fine."

She hit her hand in the air happily, and the song resumed.

It said  (A Michael Jackson Vision) In the Closet.

Here we go.

There I was, the game had good graphics. Except for my face, you can barely see it. Laylas character had a brown crop top and a skirt.

"Ready?" She asked.

I smiled. "Yeah, I'm ready."

No I'm not.

My character rubbed down his chest, so I copied. Some icon gave me points for doing in right.

I cheered in my head and continued copying the moves.

Layla had to squat on the ground, flaring her arms everywhere.

"She's just a lover, who makes me high. Is it worth the giving, is it worth the try. You cannot cleave it, or put it in the furnace. You cannot wet it, you cannot burn it." I sung along quietly with myself.

Me and Layla had to move our hips quite a lot.

Nancy stood up from her chair. "I think I'm gunna go, do something." She smiled, as she walked to the door.

Me and Layla both waved at her.

"Okay, bye!" We said in unison.

Layla put her attention back to the game. The part where I moan was comming up.

Nothing she hasnt heard before.

I'm glad Nancy left.

She stared at me with great intensity, as she rolled her hips, and I moved back, as I did on screen. "I've never even done these moves before. Except a couple." I giggled,looking at her.

Just before I was about to speak, layla laid on my back, as I had to lean forward. They might have exaggerated my moaning a bit. I turned a deep crimson red, as I head layla laugh uncontrollably.

She paused the game, and faced me. "Michael, why did you do that." She laughed.

"My mangers encourage me to be more sexual." I turned away from her gaze.

She sat down on the bed and I stood up in front of her, between her thighs. I held her back, and began to blush.

She rubbed my curls. "That sounded way to sexual. It sounded real. How did you do that?"

I rubbed the back of mt neck, and sighed heavily. "Well, um. I had to masturbate to get those noises." I looked down.

Layla lifted my head up and kissed my lips slightly. "You're so cute you know? I'm so in love with you Mikey." She told me sincerly out the blue.

I blushed even harder. "I'm in love with you too baby, I love you." I smiled at her, cupping her soft cheeks in my hands.

I leaned in and kissed her lips ever so softly. My tongue grazed across her teeth. She opened her mouth slightly and engulfed herself in my kiss. I kissed her back with just as much passion.

This wasn't a lustful kiss, this was a loving kiss. I'm enjoying every second of it.

She pulled back slightly, and opened her eyes. They had a sparkle to them. They were a beautiful brown. I'm a sucker for brown eyes.

I placed my hands on either side of her legs. She had her hands wrapped around my neck. "Layla, you want to meet my family tomorrow?" I smiled.

Her faced dropped, and her mouth went agape. "Me?"

I got up slightly and stood back. "Yeah? Why don't you want to meet them? I questioned, slightly hurt.

She got off her spot on the bed, and walked towards me. "What if they don't like me. Maybe they don't like foreigners." She looked down

I brought her lovely face up with my hands. "No, they are just as loving and accepting as I am. They're the ones who brought me up."  I started. "Africans are every black persons roots. If anything, they would adore you." I smiled at her.

She flashed her bright slime at me. "You really think so?" she asked.

I nodded. "Of course. Like I said, why wouldn't they."  

She sniffled, and wiped the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. "Sorry for kinda being a cry baby. I have a hard time with acceptance. It seems that most people always have a problem with someone who isn't just like them." she confessed, embracing me tightly. 

I hugged her back and rocked her back and fourth. "You're unique, that's why I love you. You're most definitely a change from the snobby, demanding, prissy girls I've dated. You can hold you're own, and you aren't afraid to express your true emotions to me. I like that." I complimented, stroking her kinky curls.  "Also, when you have a problem, you get right to it. Most girls say I'm fine, and send all these mixed signals that us guys don't get. I hate that, but you, you get me, I get you. You think like a man, but look like a woman, a sexy one at that." I giggled, complimenting her.

She let go of me, and smiled at me. "You got the Think Like A Man from Steve Harvey didn't you?" She laughed.

I Nodded slightly. "Sure did. He's  a cool guy. And a gentlemen. I hate boys who disrespect woman." I scoffed, and rolled my eyes at the thought. 

Layla kissed my cheek. "I'm so glad that I got a man like you, who despises filthy men, loves god, good with kids, talented, and so damn handsome?" She boasted about me. "What did I do to deserve you?" she smiled at me, lovingly. 

I bent down, and whispered in her ear. "You we're yourself." I kissed her ear.

She giggled, which was always music to my ears. I can listen to her all day.

Layla's POV

I giggled at Michael's loving gestures. However I was feeling quite hungry. 

"Hey mike? Can we go get something to eat?" I pleaded politely.

His eyes met with mine. "Yeah sure, what do you want to eat baby girl?" 

I tapped my chin, pondering of an answer. "You." I winked.

Michael wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "You already did that." he giggled.

I laughed slightly at his facial expression. "I was joking cone head." 

Michael scoffed at my teasing. "You sure were giving me a lot of that, if anything its you're a cone head." He retorted. 

I scoffed at his boldness. I waved my hand down; motioning to his body. "Where did this come from?"

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Having sex, and being good at it on the first time; it gives you a lot of confidence my dear." He explained, opening a fresh pack of Jell - O.

Before he could fully open it, I slapped it out of his hands. "We just got those, dork. Now you're trying to eat them." I smiled, at his greediness.

He slowly bent down to pick it up, however I smacked his hands again. "We're going out to eat." I reasoned. 

He rolled his eyes, and picked me up with no effort; earning a squeal from me. I patted his back lightly. "Put me down dork." I giggled. 

"Okay." He simply said before dropping me on the floor. 

A loud thud echoed through my room. I rubbed my bottom and sighed in pain. i grabbed the frame of my bed, to assist myself in getting up. When I got up, I saw Michael eating the Jell-O cup. "You're so lame. And that really hurt." I smacked my lips, rolling my eyes. 

Michael sniffed really loudly, looking around the room. "Do I smell," He started. " Attitude?" He concluded. 

I couldn't help but laugh at his sense of humor. Now, that's how you terminate an argument about to perpetuate. "Okay Michael, you win. Lets go to Five Guys." I smiled.

He pointed at me. "Like this? Not uh girlfriend." He faked a flamboyant tone.

I snickered at his cheesy statement. "Whats wrong with what I got on?"

I had on the same dress that me and Michael wore to Olive garden earlier tonight. 

"Be casual, it's a burger joint, not Cinderella and the ball." He laughed, slurping obnoxiously on his Jell-O Cup.

"I'll change into some jeans and a T-shirt, you need to change too." I told him. 

He sighed heavily. "Don't you have some sweats and a V- Neck I can borrow?" He whined.

I laughed at his laziness. "Michael,l you're hotel is rig-" I was cut off by my door bell. 

Michael raised his brows. "Go get it, it's your mom."

I scratched my head in confusion. "She has a key."

Michael shrugged at me. I shook my thoughts away and proceeded to the door. I opened it slowly but surely being careful of the person on the other side. 

When the door opened all the way I was shocked at the person standing there. 

It's my Ex, standing with a bouquet of flowers.

I'm using my dads Laptop, and it updates so much quicker, so expect a couple more updates from me! I owe it to you guys. I'm so sorry. I love you all with all my heart, Thank you for reading. 

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~ Kenny