"Put this on." Michael said holding out his brown beard.

Angelina took the beard out his hands and she stared at it in her shaky hands. What in the world was he planning? She taped it on lightly. The beard felt warm on her cheeks but mostly really itchy.

He stared at her and started laughing silently.

"This is really itchy." She whined.

Michael covered his stomach and silently laughed harder.

She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. She waited until he calmed down.

"I have to wear that every day." He finally said.

She huffed.

"Here give me your hoodie." He demanded suddenly changing the atmosphere

"Mi- er Mr. Jackson, what are you planning?" Angelina asked and threw her sweater at Michael lightly.

He caught it.

"You can call me Michael, and you will find out." He said with a smile

What was he up to? He stuffed his arms in the sleeves. It was small on him in a ridiculous way and she could barely conjure up a laugh from all the blood rushing to her head and thoughts that were flying in her mind.

"Y'know, I always thought I would look good in a woman's sweater." He joked breaking the awkward atmosphere.

Angelina felt amazed at how free and fun he seemed. She hadn't expected the famous littlest Jackson to be so... well normal.

He put the hoodie on, and it covered his afro.

"I can still see your face." Angelina said under the tingling hairs.

He took his sunglasses out his back pocket and put it on his face. He did the thumbs up. She couldn't recognize him, but it could give him unwanted attention.

"So.... I'm a she-man and you're a gangster?"

"A forbidden friendship." He finished.

"Now we look even more suspicious." Angelina laughs under the beard.

"But we don't look like us, so that's a plus." He added.

"Let's go. And remember; don't laugh no matter how ridiculous you think you look."

He opened the bathroom door and Angelina walked awkwardly behind his huge black hood. Then like a flash Michael's soft brown covered hand shot back towards Angelina and wrapped around her bare tan arm. A cool sensation ran up her forearm. Angelina held in a gasp as he pulled her closer to him so they were now shoulder to shoulder. Angelina swore her heart would give out from all the somersaulting that went around in her chest. And even though he let go, she still felt his touch lingering on her arm. Angelina glanced up at his face while they were walking towards the door and she found it unfair his face wasn't burning up like a hot potato like hers.

There was no one by the cashier. But there was a guy leaning in front of the counter with his elbows and his face in his hands.

Michael picked up his speed and Angelina copied. He pushed open the glass door and they came out free.

Humid wind swarmed and shot out attacking Angelina's face and sadly, the beard she poorly put on. It flew off her face and fell to the white tiled floor of the restaurant. She couldn't help but let out a gasp and neither could the man standing at the counter as he looked from her to the black beard that lay on the floor.

"P-people always say losing your hair feels like it's coming out in chunks. I always thought they were exaggerating." Angelina blurted in a deep voice that was supposed to sound like a male's but ended up sounding like she was a smoker.

The man blinked confused.

Angelina felt a warm hand grab hers and pull her out of there, leaving the beard.

She knew it was Michael and heard him laughing as they ran down the street. Hand in hand. She couldn't help but laugh with him. This was totally outrageous of her.

He stopped at the end of the block and they caught their breath.

"Really? Hair loss? That's your best excuse?" Michael finally chuckled.

"What was I supposed to say?'I'm actually a teenage girl acting like a dude, you should try the cheese burger?''"

He was officially bent over and holding his stomach laughing, his laugh seemed to echo all over the empty street. She smiled. His laugh was adorable. She could listen to it all day.

When he calmed down, he smiled at her.

"I don't think I've properly introduced myself." Michael said.

"You really don't have to, I know who you a-"

"Eugene Fiddlestick." He said interrupting.

"Who?"

Michael's giggle echoed again.

"I go by Eugene Fiddlestick while I'm hiding, but you can call me Michael." He said.

"Did you pick that name from a cartoon?" Angelina asked with a smirk.

"No." Michael said with a straight face, but Angelina noticed a twinkle in his eye.

"Oh really?"

"Yes." He said with a wide grin.

"I can't put my finger on it, but I feel like I know a character with a name just like that." Angelina says taunting him.

"Alright! You got me." Michael said with a laugh.

Angelina smiled knowing she won and the continued on walking toward to where he was staying; she hoped.

"I'm Angelina." She said.

"Angelina. You sure that name isn't from a cartoon?"

She nudged his arm with her elbow but then felt embarrassed for touching him so freely.

"Angelina. Groovy." He said not noticing.

Her embarrassment seemed to fill up in her. Michael said her name like it was something sweet he was dancing across his tongue. She felt warm.

"Why didn't you want me to know that your name was from a cartoon?" She asked changing the subject.

"Because I didn't want a funky girl like you... T-to think I'm a kid." He said.

He thinks I'm funky.

"I think you're pretty smart and very talented, but childish? Oh yes. Very childish." Angelina teased.

"Hey!" He whined.

She grinned.

It was silent for a little bit as they walked.

"I guess now you owe me a beard." Michael finally said.

Oh yeah. She remembered leaving it on the floor of McRonalds.

"Can't you just grow one?" She asked jokingly.

He was silent.

"Sure, unless the media has something to say about it, but they always do." He mumbled.

The mood suddenly changed like a ghost just passed by. Angelina felt she should lighten it.

"Well, I also have a say, and I, speaking for me and the rest of your fans think that we still dig you with a beard, regardless of the media." She says confidently.

Even though Michael was looking at the floor, she could tell he was smiling.

"You're a fan? Of my brothers and I?" He asked quietly.

Angelina blushed.

"Well duh, you and your brothers are far out."

"You really think so?"

Angelina nodded, not sure if he was even looking at her.

She turned to look at him and he was staring at her with a smile. She felt warm again.

"I think you're far out too, Angelina."