Y/N is a young girl that is childish, sweet, and funny to be around others, even if she is captured in publicity. She was even dating the King of Pop, which no one knew about since she was not in the public eye. He may be dating her, but he doesn't...
I was so excited about bringing Y/N to Hayvenhurst, where my parents lived, and it was the house my brothers and I earned for performing in the earlier days. The kids were all ready, and I was waiting for Y/N to come down,n, and when I heard her appearing, she appeared dressed up all casually.
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"You look lovely." I complimented.
"Thank you. Everyone else looks very nice." She commented and pecked my temples.
"Shall we?" I asked.
"Yes." She replied.
Bill was waiting outside the limo, and we all entered inside to head to our destination.
I was a little worried that my father or one of my siblings might find our relationship odd. I'm older to be Y/N's father figure or grandpa at most. It bothers me, and I question if she does love me. However, yesterday I didn't want to, but in her friendly session with her "friend," she mentioned. I never met them, and they were going out together.
"Y/N, I have a question." I started as she turned away from talking with Prince. Her eyes were focused on me, and I asked, "About yesterday...could you tell me a little more about your friend?"
"What do you want to know?" She asked.
"Uh...something they like to do worth their time," I replied.
"Training." She casually replied.
"That's it? Just training and nothing else?" I asked.
"He's a good piggyback rider." She said with a sly smile.
'Piggyback rider? I only give her those when she requests it.' I thought.
"Anything else to include?" I asked.
"Michael, are you trying to learn more about my friend or see who they might be?" She looked at me with a demeanor expression as I shrugged my shoulders.
"I want to know who he is and what he's like. Nothing too personal." I replied.
"Oh, Michael, I know you want to know more about him. I think it'll be better for you to meet him in person, and I should arrange that whenever we have the chance." She said, with a faint smile on her lips, and her hands rested on her lap.
"You can just--"
"No more, Michael. We're almost at the Hayvenhurst." She said with a genuine smile.
I could tell she didn't want to drag on with the conversation, but I don'tdidn't know who the guy was meeting with her the other day. I shouldn't be bothered by it. They were hanging out like regular friends.
Or at least after I saw the tabloids took a picture of her leaving out the cafe waving at someone. It was the guy she was with, but they didn't have a picture of him either.
