I Could Fall In Love (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

I Could Fall In Love..167..

"Did she just hang up on me?" Michael asks himself, pulling the phone from his ear. "And who was she talking to?"

Michael turns the TV off, stares up at the ceiling a second, then dials Jazmyne's cell number again.

*

"What are you doing here?" I smile at Will standing before me.

"I thought you might need a ride." He smiles then licks his lips.

"Really?" I ask, staring at his lips.

"Yeah, I did," He nods and licks his lips again. "but I mean if you were my girl, I would have come with you to your appointment."

I roll my eyes and look away.

"Will, I told Michael I didn't need him to come."

"Well, I wouldn't have listened." Will retorts in a sweet voice as he walks closer to me.

I raise an eyebrow and smile.

"Trynna be cute?"

"Only for you, baby." He sarcastically winks.

I roll my eyes and laugh. "You are corny!"

"Corny for you, baby!"

I start laughing again as my phone starts ringing in my hand.

I look down at the name flashing across the screen.

Damn.

It's Michael.

"Could that be the love of your life?" Will asks as I look at him then back down at my phone.

*

"I wonder what they're doing now." Kendra sighs, walking into the kitchen.

"What who are doing?" Siggy asks, changing the channels on the TV.

"Mike and Jazz."

"What you think?" Teyonna smiles deviously.

Kendra laughs, pointing at Teyonna. "You're right!"

Siggy looks back at them confusingly. "I don't get it. What are they doing?"

Kendra and Teyonna look at him crazy.

*

"Wanna go catch a movie or something?" Will asks as I stare at my ringing phone.

Answer it Jazz! I yell at myself as it rings two more times.

"Jazz?!" Will calls.

"Huh?" I jump and my phone continues ringing.

"Do you wanna go catch a movie?" He asks again.

I press the connect button and hold a finger up.

"Hello?" I smile into my phone.

"Babe, where are you?" Michael asks, curiously.

"Ummmm," I breathe, looking at Will. "Ummmm, I'm waiting for my mom, baby."

Will shakes his head at my inability to lie.

"Oh, umm," Michael mocks me. "where is she?"

"She's still in the hospital."

Well, it's not a lie, she is still inside the hospital.

"Okay, so are you coming back now?"

I think in silence for a decent lie.

"Jazz? Jazz?" Michael calls. "Are you there? Baby?"

"Uhhh, I-I-I need to go change first." I stutter. "I need to change first, honey."