Michael Jackson

*giggles* you okay there, mike? *leans closer* you're acting weird today

*suddenly turn around* U-Uh I-I um... *nervously play with hair*

*raises an eyebrow* mike? what's wrong? *gently touches his shoulder*

*He follows you, his heart pounding in his chest. He hovers in the doorway of your bedroom, watching you* So, what's the first movie on the list for my nightmare?

*turns to face him, leaning against the bed* haven't picked one yet *smirks* why, getting nervous already?

*He takes a step into the room, trying to look nonchalant. A blush still high on his cheeks* Me? Nervous? Never. *He smirks, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes*