When I walked back into the trailer to go change, I couldn't stop replaying what had just happened earlier in my mind. Michael kissed me. And I actually had the nerve to kiss him back. Was it wrong that I liked it? The feel of those soft full lips engulfing mine....Ugh snap outta it Hazel! You're supposed to hate him, remember?! After changing back into my regular clothing I got out of the trailer. All the extras had patted me on the back, telling me how much of a great job I did at the shoot today. I simply thanked them, smiling shyly. I was trying to quickly hop in my car and drive back to the dorm without being seen but of course the sound of a certain voice could be heard. HIS voice, sending chills up my spine. "Hey Hazel wait up!" He yelled out, catching up with me in the empty parking lot. Everyone else was leaving to go home. Shouldn't he be too? I turned around to face him. "What's up Michael?" "I was wondering if uh, could you possibly drive me back to the studio? There's this new song I have in my head I'd like to record real quick" I let out a sigh, opening the passenger door. "Get in" I replied. "Thanks" The ride back to Epic Studio was awkward as hell. I could sense Michael wanted to say something to me but instead, played around with the radio stations knob, remaining quiet. Once we arrived, I was so eager to have him get out so I could go back to the dorm and crash. I was exhausted. "Wait, you're not staying?" Michael asked. He was still in his clothes from the short film. Why he didn't change? I had no idea. I shook my head, purposely letting out a  tired yawn. "I'm pretty beat. I've gotta get some sleep" Michael gave me a look, obviously not buying it. "Please Hazel? I could really you somebody's input on it.....let me know if it's good or not" he made sad puppy dog eyes and I let out a defeated sigh. "Alright fine. I'll stay" "Yes!" Michael joked, doing a little victory dance as the two of us walked inside the studio.

Once inside, I took a seat at the table, setting up the controls to record while Michael changed in the bathroom. When he came back in, he wore black slacks with a red long sleeve shirt. He had let his black curls out of the low panytail. I think this was the first time I had ever seen him wear his hair down before. I'd be lying if I said it didn't look good. "You ready?" I asked, looking up. Michael nodded. "Yeah" He then placed his headphones on going into the booth. The piano was already in there (he had said he needed it to record this particular track) "Can you hear me?" I asked into the mic. Looking up from inside the booth, Michael took a seat at the piano bench and nodded, putting a thumbs up to signify he was ready to record. I pressed play, the red light above the booth switching on as Michael began to play the opening chords to a song I had never heard before. It was weird but the way Michael was playing the chords almost sounded slightly out of tune but they weren't. It sounded really interesting to hear."Hello August moon, where are the stars of the niiight.....you've promised me too soon cuz it's been cloudy all niiiight and the weather man said 'if you're not well, stay in bed' and I've been feelin down and blue and its cloudy in my heaaad instead of goin to some restaurant, I'll stay home instead and I'll be looooovin yooou that's what I wanna doooo...." Michael sang in the microphone, his eyes closed. Suddenly he opened them, his brown eyes meeting with mine. "Hello midnight lover, you're the one I adoooore and I'll be thinkin of you to the stars I want moooore if it's cloudy, your bluuuue I'll stay here with yoooou well make a wish and then we'll kiss, a love forever truuuue instead of goin out to some restaurant, I'll stay here with you where I'll be looovin yoooou, that's what I wanna dooo" I felt my body go stiff in the chair, my heart beginning to race. He wasn't talking about me....was he? Naaaah No way. "It seems you don't knoooow, we reached the higher mountain, everytime I seem to disappeaaaar and together we will fly, we'll dance up in the heavens, I can really feel it when you're near ooooo" Michael sang the bridge before breaking out into a piano solo. He then sang the chorus again. "I'll be lovin yoooou cuz you're always on my mind" Michael sang the outlibs before ending the song. I stopped the recording, releasing the breath I hadn't realized I had been holding in. Michael walked out from the booth and I quickly replayed the track back. "Michael....it sounds amazing" I confessed in slight awe. Michael chuckled, his cheeks warm. "Thanks, you really think so?" I nodded, closing my eyes listening to his vocals. They sounded so clear and strong and filled with....passion, a raw sense of want and need that couldn't be faked. When I opened my eyes again I was surprised to find Michael staring intently at me, bitting his bottom lip. "When...when did you write this?" I asked as Michael took a seat next to me at the control table. "I wrote it....I wrote it earlier during the shoot" he said but he didn't sound too sure of himself....almost like he was nervous or something. "And Who's it for?" I had to ask. Of course  I assumed he had to be singing about someone. The way his vocals sounded were proof of that fact. Michael didn't respond right away, he looked down at the ground, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. "You wanna know the truth?" He asked. I nodded. "I won't judge you if it was about Tatiana or anything" I joked but Michael didn't smile. "I wasn't singing about her....I was singing....about you, Hazel" I almost choked on my saliva. "O-Oh" was all I could say as I coughed a little. "What do you call it? The track I mean" I stuttered, feeling like an idiot. Michael chuckled, standing up. I stood up as well. "I think I'm gonna call it 'Lovin You' yeah, that's what I'm gonna call it" he said. "Is it gonna go on the album then?" I asked. Michael shook his head no, taking a few steps closer towards where I stood. I visibly jumped a little. "No it's not....that's my personal song from me to you...." he whispered, his lips inches from mine. I felt myself begin to sweat. "T-Thank you.....it's a beautiful song" I said as Michael licked his lips. "So are you...." he whispered as he slowly leaned in and kissed me for the second time that night. Not really knowing what to do, I placed my trembling hands on the sides of the control table for support. I was positive my legs were about to give out. I felt Michael's arms wrap around my waist as the kiss began to intensify. I suddenly broke away, my face flushed, breathing deeply. I was so confused. I thought he hated me.....so why were we....."W-Why?" I had managed to ask. "Why....what" Michael said, already knowing what I was about to say. "Why are you kissing me, Michael?" Michael fell silent, looking down at his arms still wrapped securely around my waist. "Honestly, I....I don't know why...." he confessed, his voice soft. He looked confused as well, almost like he had awoken from a trance like state. Nodding, I bit my bottom lip. "Please don't.....do that....you don't know how badly that turns me on when you do that...." Michael said, letting out a shaky sigh. I could say the same thing about whenever he'd bite his bottom lip, which was often. "Maybe I uh, I should get going...." Michael said, letting go of me. "I can take you home if you want me too" I offered but Michael shook his head. "If I let you take me home, there's a pretty good chance you wouldn't be returning back to your dorm tonight...." I didn't really know how to respond to his comment. "Seriously Hazel, I'll be fine here." Michael said as he walked me out of the studio and into the cool night air. "Goodnight" he said. "Night...." I replied, getting ready to get into my car but not before Michael gently grabbed my wrist, stopping me. "Be safe and get some sleep alright?" He whispered, placing a soft kiss on my cheek. "O-Okay" I stuttered, climbing inside my car driving back to the dorms. As I got my pjs on and crawled in bed, I couldn't stop replaying in my mind what Michael had said. 'If I let you take me home, there's a pretty good chance you wouldn't be returning back to your dorm tonight...' I then placed a finger on my lips. I could still feel his soft silky lips on mine, leaving me breathless and wanting more. It was on that night of February when I had dreamt of Michael Jackson for the first time.....and when I woke up the following morning I found myself slightly sweaty, a little 'wet' surprise left my underwear. "Damnit Michael...I'm supposed to hate you...." I whispered, getting up to go take a cold shower.