A Magic That Must Be Love

Tulips

~Rayne's POV

I sit the milk in the refrigerator and grab a bowl fixing myself a quick breakfast. My dad loudly talks on the phone about a movie. I sit at the counter watching the news on the television. Nothing interesting going on as always. Once I finish my breakfast, I take a long, much needed shower and wash my hair. The hot water stings on the bruises on my back and wrist. I let out a small sob from the pain and let it all wash away...

~Michael's POV

Walking inside I see Janet and Randy running all over the place, Jackie and Latoya arguing, and Tito, begging mother for something. It was all so noisy. I walk out to mother's garden again, sitting on the stool. I look over to my new neighbors house and think about that girl, Rayne. She seemed like such a down to earth person, and she didn't overreact when I told her who I was. She said she wasn't from here so I wanted to know more about her. Maybe I could show her around. At least it'll get me out of here for a while. I walk around to the front and walk to her front door, knocking softly. She opened the door, her hair wet and curly, wearing a shirt that revealed just enough cleavage and just enough belly button and leggings. She looked a lot better than she did this morning. "Michael, right?" She asks. "Very funny." I chuckle back. She laughs a little. "What brings you over?" "Well, seeing as how you're new to the city...I figured I'd show you around. Would you like that?" I ask shyly. Once again she squints her beautiful eyes at me. "Okay, let me just grab my shoes..." She turns around still holding the door. "You can come in if you want." She giggles, showing off her perfectly straight teeth. I have yet to see any flaws with this girl. I'm kind of in awe. I wanted to see her mom because if Rayne looked like this, I know her mom is beautiful.

I walk inside and see their beautiful house. Pictures of Rayne and her father line the walls. From baby years to now, but none of her mother. Then I see that one picture sitting on a table of her mother, father and her. I grab it studying her mother's features trying to match it to Rayne's. They were all a great looking family. "Dad!" I hear Rayne call out, removing my focus from the picture. "I'm just gonna let my dad know and then I'll grab my shoes..." She walks inside, what seems to be, his office, closing the door behind her.

~Rayne's POV

"Daddy, don't freak out." I laugh. "But I met one of the neighbors this morning and he wants to show me around." "He? Who is he?" He asks. "It's Michael Jackson." I say slowly. I've never been the type to get excited about celebrities because I've met so many through my dad when I'd spend summers over and he was making movies and my dad was the same way. He knew how to keep his head. He stands up and walks outside his office to meet him. "Dad, this isn't a date... I don't even know the guy." I whisper, praying he doesn't embarrass me.

~Michael's POV

After what felt like hours, Rayne and her dad come out. I'm starstruck. Her father really is Gary Fleeson. "Mr. Fleeson, I am a huge fan of yours. It's such an honor to meet you." He laughs heartily. "I'm a fan of yours too, nice to meet you! My daughter says you want to show her around? Listen, have fun and have her back by at least 10." I smile "Yes sir." He walks back in his office after giving Rayne a peck on the cheek. She laughs, rolling her eyes, almost embarrassed. "You wanna come up while I grab my shoes?" She asks me. I swallow hard, there was something about this girl that made me nervous. "Sure" I stammered. "Relax, I'm just putting on shoes not getting undressed." She says goofily, almost dragging me up the stairs. We get into her room and it was generally empty. Just her big bed a lot of boxes and her dresser with a tv sitting on top of it. She did say she just got here yesterday. I like to look through people's homes. I don't steal anything, I just snoop. I open her boxes going through her things, "Nice necklace.." I say lifting up her jewelry box. "Thanks." She says, tying her shoes. She gives me a look, probably wondering why I'm going through her stuff. I feel like I need to explain myself. "I feel like you could learn a lot about a person through their possessions." I say staring at a photo of her in her box. "Really? So maybe one day I'll come to your house and learn about you." She smirks, grabbing my hand she takes me back downstairs and to her car. "So, tour guide, where are we going first?" She asks. "Why not Hollywood? We're not too far." I get in the passenger seat and guide her to the right direction. She turns on her radio and of course one of me and my brothers songs come on. My face flushes and I feel hot. She glances over at me. "Hey. Isn't this you?" She nudges. I nod and watch her as she sings every note. "So you are a fan!" I smile. "I never said I wasn't. I just don't get too excited for celebrities. I mean you guys are people too." She shrugs. I really like this girl. She's treating me like human being. "Where's your disguise? Are we gonna get mobbed?" She begins worrying. I laugh and pull my fake teeth and sunglasses out my pockets. "No worries. We won't get mobbed."