1993 (21 Years old)

I sat on the bed and watched as Michael looked through his closet for a fedora, kind of holding back a smile. He was so cute and focused. "This one?" He asked putting a brown fedora on his head. "Naaahh" I shook my head. He went back to searching. It was so funny how frantic he was. I let out a little giggle. "What?" He spun around. "Nothing, I just think you don't need a hat." I said between chuckles. He lays back on the bed. "Are you nervous, babe?" I ask sweetly, turning my head to the side. I just wanted to ease his mind and calm him down. "Honestly? A little. I know she's gonna ask me about my skin, my face, my life! All I ask for is privacy. I shouldn't complain, I'm blessed with the life I have." He says. "You can complain Mike. You'll have complete control of this interview, I know you will." I tell him. "...and if you wanna tag team her, I'll be right behind the camera..." I giggled. He laughed and sat up. "I'll give you the signal" he joked along. "So, no fedora?" He asked. I shook my head. "No fedora." He stood up and kissed my forehead. "Mr. Jackson? Ms. Winfrey and the crew are all here. Where did you want them to set up?" A voice yelled through the door. "I'll be right out. Just direct them in the second study room." Michael yells back. He looks at me and takes a deep breath. "I look okay?" He asks. "You look great.." I stand up brushing his shoulders before he walks out the door.

To the world, Michael and I dating was still a rumor. Neither of us have confirmed or denied anything. So, Michael met up with Oprah first and then I came in later. I walk inside the study room. "Hi Oprah!" I smile, extending my hand for her to shake. She kisses both of my cheeks. "Hi Jayla! I was just telling Michael about how I wanted him to relay to you that I would love to interview you one day!" She says cheerfully. Michael smiles nervously. "Yeah, she was also telling me this would be live." He says through his teeth. "Oh!" I exclaimed. I rub his arm lightly. "I'll be right there..." I say to him, pointing next to the camera. "Ok we are live in 3,2,1"

Michael is handling this interview pretty well, he's keeping his nerves down, and not letting anything upset him too much. I'm proud of him."Michael, have you ever been in love?" Oprah asks. "Yeah I have.." He sneaks a glance at me. "Do you date?" She says. "Yeah. I do." He replied. "Who are you dating?" She digs deeper. "Uh..well, Im currently dating Jayla...I'm crazy about her." I smile at him. I can't believe he just told the whole world. At least I can stop denying it. Now I've just got to tell my mother. I roll my eyes, that's going to be a task. "...it's embarrassing for me to ask you this. But, are you virgin?" I hear Oprah ask. "How could you ask me that question?" Michael giggles. "I'm a gentleman. I just don't think that's something that should be talked about openly." He responds. Poor Mike, he was so embarrassed. Why would she ask him that? Besides he was NOT a virgin, I smirk at the memory. "So, Michael. When do you plan on getting married?" Oprah asks. "I'm married to my music...there has to be that kind of closeness to do the work I wanna do." He answers. I feel a little insecure because I could never add up to his music. I love him, but not enough to get in the way of the love of his music...

"This was great, Michael. Thank you very much. I look forward to watching you at the Super Bowl." Oprah says shaking his hands. "Thank you Oprah." Michael laughs as he closes the door. He turns to me and gives a heavy breath. "It's over" he sighs. "You did great. I'm proud." I hold his hands, closing my eyes, resting my head on his chest. "Marry me..." I open my eyes. "What?"