Author's Note: Yes I know that that is a picture of Apollonia Kotero at the top, but that is just the outfit I chose for Diana to wear in the story. Plus, I love that outfit with a burning passion. 

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"Nothin'.."

It'd occurred to him, that no matter what he does or say, Diana would only continue to follow him. He couldn't tell Charlene, not this time. He feared she'd leave him permanently.

"You sure? Because," she traces his chest with her finger. "I'm sure, I could help."

Michael smiles meekly, playing with her frizzy curls.

She rests her hand on his bicep, the both of them laying in silence, gazing at the pale white ceiling.

"What doing wanna do today, baby? I wanna get outta this house.." he runs the bridge of his nose, trying wake up his drowsy eyes.

She taps her fingers in a row, against his chest. "Hmm...Festival?".

"Festival? What festival?"

"There's a music festival today."

He strokes her hair to her spine gently, thinking the idea over, then cringing. "Hmm, no. Being surrounded by all those people doesn't sound great right now."

"Aaaaw, please." She begged.

"Diana, no."

"C'mon, it'll be fun. And it's open mic night, they'll let you onstage and sing and I whatever you want."

"I'm not in the mood to perform right now..."

Diana poked out her bottom lip, holding Michael's hand hostage in hers, and brought it to her chest. "Please?...".

Giving into peer pressure once more, He sighs, "Okay."

"Yes!" She kisses him on the cheek, putting on one of his shirts, and a pair of his pants.

"But you sure as hell aren't goin' in my clothes." He jokes...

Michael Once again put on his disguise, then had taken Diana home to shower and dressed their...date. 

She left her front porch wearing a leather peplum jacket, with nothing underneath, Accompanied with faux leather leggings, ankle high boots, and some black sunglasses. Her hair had been curled beautiful, It crawled down her back, right above her waistline, curling back upward like ribbon. 

"Ready?" Michael asked, as she put on her seat belt. 

She gazed at him through her Bans, gently kisses his lips. "More than I'll ever be." 

He placed his glasses on his face, grasping the wheel, smiling like a boy who'd been kissed by his crush for the first time.

The lot was packed with people of every clique imaginable, scattered about the grass. Some people, who were brave enough, were swimming in a dirty ice cold pond nearby, but Michael and Diana kept forward once they'd gotten pass the admission.

The two walked around the lot, with newfound interests in artists who played under the tents, Michael bopped his head, biting his lip and snapping at the drummer. He finished and Michael gave him twenty dollars and a compliment.

Diana, once they left the tent, asked. "What was with the money, you know that guy?"

"No, it's just nice to give once in a while, that's all."

Michael 

Obviously this woman is not familiar with genuine every-day kindness. 

Her eyes widened as she caught an interest a band playing nearby, and pulling my arm and leading me to it. 

We watched as Prince did the splits multiple times, the bringing the microphone to his lips singing "Hot thang! Barely twenty one! Hot thang, lookin for big fun!" He pointed off stage, where I saw my sister smiling and clapping at him. 

Then it struck me.

I'm here with Diana, not Charlene. If Janet catches us together, she'll lose respect for me, she might never speak to me again. She's seen all of my disguises, she'll recognize me.

 I hustle through the crowd, while Diana's still focused on the entertainment and placed myself at a concession stand table.

 I wish I would've stayed stern, when she pitched this dumb idea. 

I got lost in those damn eyes, and that 'I'm so innocent and sweet, look at me' pout.

I wish I stayed home, so I could have avoided this. 

"Michael?!" called Diana, shouting my name, searching close. "There you are. Runnin' away from me I see."

"Diana, can get outta here? I'm not havin' much fun, like I thought I'd be."

"No, we just got here. I haven't even seen the third performance yet."

 "Di," I place my hand on hers, almost begging that we'd leave this place. "Please.".

She rolls her eyes and scoffs. "Fine, let's go. But just to let you know, you're not getting any, once we reached my house."

Fine by me..

We arrived at her townhouse around five or six, once we'd left the festival we'd gone out to eat and see a movie, then head to her place. 

She directed herself up the stairs, to her bedroom to get changed. 

From downstairs, I could hear her rich, soft voice sing. "There was a boy. A very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far, very far over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye, but very wise, was he."

My eyebrows creased, as I peaked around the corner, she continued to sing. "And then one day. One magic day, he passed my way,". 

I could only see her shadow on the way across from her room, removing clothing and still singing. Slightly embarrassed, I reversed back around the stairway, trying to be as quiet as possible. My position had been given away by the creaking floorboard, that laid beneath the carpet. "Damn it!" I mouthed to the floor, creeping back to her living room. I sat on the couch with a relieved sigh. 

 A bright glare caught my attention, and sent me up from my seat to study it. On a wall hung a huge framed photo of Diana herself. I hadn't realized, once I turned around, her whole living room was filled with pictures of her, Patrick Nagel art, and some vinyls. 

It looked like she had her own personal museum. 

How did I not notice any of this when I walked in? It's too hard not to miss. 

Footsteps, came closer and closer as they left the stairway. "Just couldn't get enough of me, I see." Diana said, scaring me once more on the spot. 

"What do you mean?"

"I heard you. You were watching me. But it's okay." She patted my cheek. 

Diana makes her way to her little kitchen, out of sight in the living room. She returns with two glasses of red wine, handing one of them to me. "Thank you." I receive it. 

"Diana?"

"Hmm?"

"You mentioned, a while back, about me making you a star. Are you still interested?" She sets her glass down on the coffee table in front of us. 

"You tell me."

Okay, I'll take that as a 'yes' then...

"Well, my manager believes when I finish this album, we'd go on tour. I was wondering, if you'd like to join me?"

She kissed me gently. "I'd love to."....

Just to let you guys know, the album in this story will not have Dirty Diana on it. But yeah, hope you all enjoy, I'm trying to get a little writing in a everyday and maybe one of two chapters every week.
~💋Dirty Diana💋~