#laylawrites

“Y’know it’ll be good for ya” Your older brother Prince says over the phone one morning as you sit on your couch. Yes the Prince Nelson. You swirl the pink phone cord around your finger, “I dunno” you sigh and so does he. You take a look at the paper on your coffee table and press your lips together at the headline you read this morning. Surprisingly(not) it’s about you. 

“Fine” you can feel him smiling as you know you need to have your mind taken off the tabloid crap.  

“Good, I’ll have m’driver pick you up” and with that he hung up. You stood up from the couch and walked into the kitchen to fix a glass of water with a sigh. 

1984 Grammys. 

Cameras flashed. Headlines would be circling the next morning. When the car came to pick you up the nerves came running back down your throat but you swallowed and with every bit of confidence you had and got into the car. 

The drive was quiet but smooth, your brother of course took a different driver and explained he would meet you there. 

Then you arrived. Cameras flashed. People trying to get your attention. 

“Is your brother going to be here?” 

“Is your brother joining us?” 

“When is your brother releasing a new song?” 

You smiled and ignored all questions being pressed onto you. Smoothing out your dress the you picked out. Which was a floor-length black lace gown that clung elegantly to your figure. A sweetheart neckline peeked beneath delicate floral lace that swept across your shoulders and down sheer sleeves. The charcoal satin lining shimmered subtly beneath the intricate embroidery, while the fitted silhouette flowed into a graceful hem with every step you took. Paired with a sparkling champagne clutch and understated jewelry, the dress carried an effortless blend of classic Hollywood glamour. 

You took your seat at Prince’s table. You both sat listened to the many speeches including Michael Jacksons which Prince’s jaw clenched. When Michael mentioned one word of him taking his glasses off every girl started screaming maybe even some guys too.  He leaned into the microphone, he soft voice rings out

“Well Katherine Hepburn who is a dear friend of mine she told I should so I’m doing it for her” he stands up straight then leans back down, “and for the girls in the back” as soon as the glasses come off you could swear you were slowly becoming deaf from the screams. He blew a kiss then got all shy. Which you found adorable. 

“The nerve of this guy” Prince grumbled beside you, a smile crept up on your glossed lips. “You seem irritated”  he didn’t bother continuing. 

As the night progressed Prince was talking with a lot more people now still sending dark glances to Michael Jackson once and while. Which you found amusing. 

Many people spoke to you, all for the wrong reasons, you got rather giddy when one star you really liked her music came up to you. 

“Hi, your Prince’s younger sister ain’t ya?” She asked with a smile on her red lips. 

“I am” you replied, a bit wounded but not to visible. 

“Can you be a doll and get him to talk with me” surprisingly she was not the first to do this. 

“I dunno, he’s a very busy guy and I have no idea where he could be” you lied. Knowing darn well where he was and what he was doing. 

Done with most people you decided to let your curiosity get the better of you and (as you call it) explore. You wandered down the halls of the building. Taking in the silence you just plopped on the floor. Quietly humming a song idea, you escaped into your thoughts thinking of more ways to build on top of your beginning career until your heard footsteps. Not wanting to be bothered you ran into a janitor closet where an interesting situation was. 

There laid two people bare doing the nasty. Both were frazzle upon seeing you. 

“Uh sorry” you close the door your eyes still wide with more shock than horror you didn’t notice you ran into something or more so someone. To keep you from falling the person wrapped their arms around you as you latch on to the lapels of the person outfit. 

“Oh gosh i apologize toni-“ a soft shh cut you off and you looked up. Face flushed. You ran into THE Michael Jackson. You were used to famous people but Michael Jackson? He was above famous but right now his beautiful face carried a shy expression. 

“I really am..” you pause, “Sorry that is” I heal didn’t reply not at first. Instead he took you in, gaping at you, like he has never seen such beauty. 

“Wait I know you” He says. Oh great another one, “You’re (your name)! you recently released a song didn’t ya?” He had a boyish demeanor to him, which is cute in your opinion. You were taken back by the recognization. 

“Yeah I am” you smooth your dress from the imaginary ruffles. “And your what’s his faces younger sister!” You looked up and him and you both knew darn well that he was lying. 

“I kid, I kid” he chuckles politely being a soft smile to your face. 

“I was about to call out your obvious lie” he smiles, “I didn’t peg you for that….” His grin shifted into a mischievous one, “then agian I never thought you would fraternize with enemy” you laugh. Mainly because of the use of his vocabulary. 

“I didn’t peg you for such a nice vocabulary” you shot back as his grin widened. 

“Didn’t peg ya for being sassy either” his ears turn a pretty shade of red but still had a grin on his lips. His hooded eyes had been glue to yours as yours to his. 

“It’s one of my many qualities” you brag, a taunt of a smile forms in your lips. You two are inches apart to the point where you can feel his breath warming your face. 

“I bet” he replies his hands still on your upper arms. The moment was ruined by a few people. 

“Come on Joker, you have to answer questions” Michael arms flung away from yours and his flirtiness  seemed to become embarrassment as his ears were now a bright red. 

“Alright, Bill”  Michael said his voice nice a soft, “you take care now, (your name)” he waved and walked off. 

The day after. 

The shattering ringing of the phone woke you with an even more unpleasant phone call. 

“Yes?” You yawned knowing that the only person who calls you in this phone is either Prince or one of your friends. 

“What is the good Lords name are you doing with Michael Jackson” Prince’s tone was sharp as a blade. Crap. 

“I bumped into him in the hallway trying to find the bathroom” that was partially a lie. 

“That’s not what the media is saying” you’re groaned. 

“Y’know not to believe in that junk.” You can hear him sigh, “do y’know how bad this is for me I can’t have my little sister going around with my rival, (nickname)” 

“I’m sorry, okay? It was a one time run in, that’s all” you could imagine just how tricked he actually is before you could say anything else the like went completely silent. 

“Oh fine then hang up!” You slammed The home down and flopped on the bed.

You had a good five seconds in peace then it rang again. 

“Oh…hi Michael, uh sorry I yelled I was just-“ 

“Mama it’s okay” his soft voice rang in your ear, it had a strange sense of calming to it. 

“I take it y’saw the headline today” you went silent. Thinkin for a moment you let out a small sallow breath. “Kind of” you sounded oddly confused which made your face flush in embarrassment and scrunch up in disbelief of your words.

, “Prince call me this mornin, which is how I found out” you explained softly hearing his soft hum. 

“I bet he’s mad” Michael chuckled as a smile pulled from your lips. 

“fuming” you both broke into a fit of laughter. 

From one phone call turned into another and another, soon enough Michael knew your favorite song, color, book and even listen to every one of your songs then again it wasn’t a big deal with you told one of your friends but the biggest music artist loving one of YOUR songs made you feel happy. It was a deep happiness. You got to know him a lot too, his favorite color, book (Peter pan which you found it cute) and a bunch more. Your brother did NOT like it one bit. 

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