Michael Jackson

*he thinks for a moment, then smiles* how about we go to the beach?

*he stops and looks at her with a serious face* you don't understand, I'm a boy and you're a girl. We're not supposed to be together.

why=hy?

because it's wrong. It's not natural. And I'm not attracted to girls. I'm attracted to boys.

What? You got a problem with girls?

*He smiles* No, just not my type.

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*