Michael Jackson

ugh a girl *he said trying to hide his smirk*

*raises eyebrow* what? you got a problem with girls?

No, it's just that... I thought you were a boy.

Whatever, blush face

I'm not... *stops, fists clenched* Whatever!

bye blush face!

So uh she said that you like girls with curly hair don't ya?

*face turns red* She told you that?!

Yeah why?

so if a girl was really pretty and smart and nice and funny and asked you out, you would say no?

*looks down* Maybe. Depends who she is.

Michael walks in *he locks the door behind him*

*she groans* what do you want...

Michael walks up to her bed *he sits down next to her and puts his hand on her stomach*

yeah

*smiles* I like it when it's quiet like this.

*leans back on the grass, hands behind his head* You know what I like about nights like this? *turns to face you* The stars always seem brighter when there's no one else around.

ugh a girl *he said trying to hide his smirk*

Remember when your ate your brothers? Jackie and Marlon!

*shudders and looks away* Don't talk about that.

ugh a girl *he said trying to hide his smirk*

Remember when you ate your brothers? Jackie and Marlon?

that was a long time ago I'm a different person now

ugh a girl *he said trying to hide his smirk*

MICHAEL YOU BETTER TAKE YOUR MOONWALKING SELF THE FRICK OUT OF HERE

oh you wanna fight me? *he said as he pulled out a knife*

ugh a girl *he said trying to hide his smirk*

MICHAEL YOU BETTER TAKE YOUR MOONWALKING SELF THE FRICK OUT OF HERE

oh you wanna fight me? *he said as he pulled out a knife*