Kate’s POV:

I reached my hand out and lightly tapped the door. In my left hand, I had my car keys. And in my right hand I had my bag with stuff, pajamas, a toothbrush, make-up and so on.
I had only gone home to get my stuff, and now I was here again. I tapped the door again with my left hand. This time, it opened and Michael showed up. He smiled and bit his bottom lip.

-“Hello, again” He said and backed up so I could get in.
-“Hey” I said and felt my pulse rise as I walked in.

Even though I was getting used talking to him, I couldn’t help how nervous I was. We had created a bond, but I still didn’t feel very close to him. There were so much stuff I wanted to know about him, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to ask those questions, and I wasn’t sure what those questions was.
I was just interested, I wanted to know more. Know more about the person Michael Jackson, not the icon.

-“It’s only eight o’ clock, what do you want to do?” He asked me and took my bag and putted it on a stairway. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. Suddenly, I saw something in the corner of my eye.
I turned my eyes to where the item was and asked myself how I hadn’t noticed it the last time I was here. I turned my eyes towards Michael.

 -“Do you have a piano? Who plays it?” I asked and smiled.

The reason I felt so excited about it, was that I as a little girl played piano for a number of years. In the old theater in the ghetto where I grew up there where piano lessons almost for free.
I loved it, but the man who gave the lessons out died of cancer after a few years, and since I had never had money to buy a piano I had never played on one since then.

-“I do” Michael said and looked embarrassed.

SO many questions popped into my head. How long had he played? Was he good? Was it okay if I asked him to play something for me? Would he get nervous and shy if I did? Who taught him piano? Was he a fan of classic music? I decided to make a shot and ask if he wanted to play something for me.

-“Would you maybe, like to play something on it?” I asked. 

-“Well, I’m not that great. But if you want to.” He said.

We both walked to where the piano was at and he sat down on the piano chair, he asked me to sit beside him. So I did. It was a beautiful piano. It was shining black and the keys glanced clean.
Michael turned towards me.

-“What do you want me to play?” He asked.

-“Have you written something yourself?” I asked and smiled.

He just nod his head yes and then placed his fingers on the keys.
He pressed a chord with his both hands. Then he ran his long fingers over to another chord and played it. He kept playing chords for a few seconds, and then he changed into playing a melody.
I sat there, and studied both his face and his hands. He was creating magic, and I was there to witness it. The song he played was beautiful, more than beautiful. And with the way he played it just gave me chills. He finished the song with pedal. And then he turned his eyes towards me. I was speechless. The man was gifted in SO many ways. This made me realize how lucky I was to be this close to him.

-“You, wrote that?” I asked.

He blushed and nodded his head.

-“I don’t know what to say.”

-“Just tell me if you liked it.” He begged and looked me in the eyes.

-“I loved it, I really did. That was probably the best song on piano I’ve ever heard. You’re so blessed Michael.”

The following hour, we both sat there next to each other and tried out chords and songs. He tried to teach me some songs. Apparently, he also took lessons as a kid. And music was like breathing to him, it was just a normal thing to do. It came in and out itself, because of God. 
We both sang along as we played together with four hands. We joked around for a while.
We decided it was time to put on our pajamas and watch a movie or something.
So we went upstairs, he changed his clothes in the bathroom and I used his bedroom.

I looked through my back once again. This could NOT be happening. I turned it upside down and looked around. Yeah, I had forgotten to bring another shirt to sleep in. Michael knocked on the door and asked if I was done. I wasn’t sure what to say. I guess I could just sleep in the same shirt I wore during the day. I told him I was done and putted back the stuff I had toured out while I was looking.

Michael walked into the room with a very cute, blue pajama. I couldn’t help but smile.
He had a pair of red knitted socks on his feet and his shirt was open and under he had a white t-shirt.

-“I forgot to bring a top, so I’m going to sleep in this one” I told him and pointed lightly at my shirt.

-“No, you don’t have to do that. That shirt is tight, I’m sure you won’t feel comfortable. Why won’t you just borrow one of my shirts?” He asked me, and walked into his closet and picked out a pretty big white t-shirt. He threw it to me and I cached it.  I asked him if he was sure it was OK, and then I thanked him like a hundred times. He left the room so I could change.


Michael’s POV:
We both sat down in my couch, we had popcorn, chips, a big bowl of candy and soda.
We decided we were going to play “Mario party” instead of watching a film.

-“I’m guessing you’re about to choose Yoshi.” I said and smiled towards her.

-“Actually, I want to play as Luigi today” She said and picked Luigi.

-“Well, In that case I want to play as Mario.” I said and picked Mario. We started the game.

-“That means we’re brootheers” She said and we high fived. I took popcorn and threw it in my mouth. Then, suddenly, she started laughing. I looked at her while I was chewing. I couldn’t help but smile.

-“What’s so funny?” I asked and rolled the dice on the TV-game.
-“No, nothing. It’s just, you ate popcorn in your thriller video too. And I actually never thought about that you chew with your mouth open when you eat popcorn.” She said.
I shook my head and my eyes told her she was crazy. But I still had that smile on my face.
-“I’m sorry, I’ll stop that.” I said and smiled even bigger.
-“Don’t! You’re cute!” She said and her eyes widened and she blushed.
-“Uhm, when you eat popcorn…” She filled in. I looked at her questioned.
-“… with your mouth open.” She filled in again. I blushed lightly.

We got eye contact and I could feel a tension connection between us. We broke the contact and looked up at the TV- screen. It was time for the first “mini-game.”

-“I’m soooo going to win this” I said and smiled big.

-“No way! I am.” She said and smiled even bigger.

Kate’s POV:
I sat all alone in my couch at home, I was watching Americas next top model, just because I was bored. I just got off the phone with Michael, he was on tour as usual. I wanted to be where he was at. At least he would be home earlier then he thought. The phone called again, I muted the sound on the TV and picked it up to answer. I did answer, but the only thing I heard was someone breathing.
-“Hello, is anybody there?” I asked and felt my heart beat a bit faster. Maybe Michael was playing a prank on me? But what if he didn’t? I heard a knock on the door, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go and open it. I mean, it was 3 in the morning. Who would show up unexpected at this time? It sounded like my door was going to burst, so I walked up from the couch and into the hallway. The knockings ended, and all I could hear was my own heartbeats. A thunder and a lightening scared the crap out of me. I looked though the peek hole of my door to see who had knocked on the door. But no one was there.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and turned around. My eyes met a sharp knife, it was bloody. I felt a pain in my arm. First, I looked at my arm and saw how there was blood everywhere on it. And then I turned my eyes to the person in front of me, the person who stabbed the knife into my arm once again and then attacked me, Chris. I felt how I was pushed against the soft carpet and how he laid on top of me with his cold and big hands around my neck.
-“You’re in some serious trouble.” He told me and laughed. He was truly a psycho.
-“You took your life for granted, and you thought you were something” he spitted out.
-“You’re nothing. NOTHING. You’re a piece of meat. You’re fat, you’re ugly, you’re a liar and you’re boring!” He pressed his hands harder around my throat. Everything happened in slow motion.
He choked me even harder. I lost all my air in my lounges, and I was about to panic.
-“WHY WON’T YOU JUST DIE YOU CREEP?” His voice shouted.
It was a never-ending eco. Yeah, this was my last seconds before death. And this is how they were spent.
-“Michael, help me” I whispered out with all the strength I had left.

Michael’s POV:
-“Kate, KATE, you hear me? Wake up!” I said out load and shook her around. She was moaning and kept gasping for air, like she wasn’t able to get any. I shook her again. She woke up.
She sat up and started coughing while taking one big breath. She looked confused at me.
She had tears streaming down her cheeks.

-“Are you okay?”  I whispered and stroke away a few tears with my thumb. She flung her arms around my neck and buried her face on my shoulder. She hulked and started crying. I gently rubbed her back and tried my best to support her.

-“It’s okay, it was only a dream. I’m here.” I whispered into her ear and friendly kissed her forehead.

-“I’m sorry” She said after a while of sitting like that.  She looked me in the eyes, I stroke one of her curls behind her ear and tried not to cry myself.
-“Why are you sorry?” I asked.
-“I’m sorry for stealing your time. I’m taking you for granted, and you’re being so nice to me. It’s not fair. Such a wonderful person like you shouldn’t hang out with creeps and nobodies like me.”

I got so confused. What did she dream about anyway?  Was she kidding? Was she serious?
How…? Why…? Huh…?

-“Don’t say that. I don’t want you to EVER say something like that. I don’t want you to EVER even think that way.” I said, with a bit of anger in my tone, which I immediately apologized for.

-“But why…?” She started.

-“Don’t ask me why Michael Jackson would hang out with an ordinary girl. Because Kate, you’re not an ordinary girl. You’re special, I’m sure I’ve told you. And I just can’t get why you can’t see how truly amazing you are!” I said with a soft voice and kissed her cheek.

-“Thank you…” She whispered and a tear fell from her eye again.

-“Please tell me your whole story. Why you feel this way and what you dream was all about. I’ll listen, I promise. And I’ll be your shoulder if you need it, trust me.” I said with the same soft voice. And I really meant those words. I was sure, from the bottom of my heart. Because Kate was special, there was something about her. I cared about her. But that’s only one of the feelings I had.

-“Michael, thank you so much for all your support, really. But are you sure you want to hear my long, tragic, pathetic and boring story?” 

-“I would love to hear it. But don’t feel forced, you don’t have to tell me” I said.

We sat up the rest of that night. Talking, crying and we shared emotions.
I felt I already HATED Chris for all he had done. This girl had some serious problems with her confidence. And even though mine wasn’t on top either, I wanted to make her feel perfect. I was going to do my best. Because in my eyes, she is perfect. All she needed was to see that herself.
I’m a perfectionist, and always happen to find mistakes in everything. But in her, I saw none but her confidence.