Justine walked into the studio and set her duffle bag down, her hair was tied into a bun on top of her head, making it easier to keep out of her face as she'd be dancing all day, with a few loose wavy strands. She was wearing a black leotard with a gray sweatshirt over it, with dancing shoes and legwarmers. Michael looked at her, she smiled slightly at him. He tried not to smile too big as he smiled back. He turned to Jeffrey as he was playing around with the keyboards.
"What was all that about?" Lucille asked Hayley, she was a backup dancer.
"All what?" Justine shrugged.
"You two smiled at eachother, after being so distant from eachother... That's like... That's like... Like flirting with your facial expressions!" Lucille teased. Justine shook her head and began to stretch. Lucille stared at her.
"You're intrested..." She smiled.
"What!? As if!" Justine continued to stretch.
Lucille laughed as her jaw dropped a little, "I can't belive this! You're intrested, and I know now especially because you're ignoring me!"
"Shut up," Justine turned her back to her.
Lucille giggled, "Give em a shot! Don't hold back from every guy just because of your opast relationships,"
"I'm not intrested! Okay?" Justine rolled her eyes.
"Okay.. I'm sorry.. Gosh," Lucille fixed her long brown hair in the mirror, "I still say youshould give em a shot though, he's cute, and he's Michael Jackson,"
"That's the point, why should I be intrested just because he's 'Michael Jackson'?" Justine said.
"Because right now he's the greatest," Lucille laughed, "Duh!"
"So?" Justine argued.
"There's justno convicing you, why are you such an angry person?" Lucille asked. Justine ignored her.
After dance rehearsal was over Justine threw everything in her bag to leave, Michael watched her, he wanted to give it another shot. He felt lucky since she let him in her house the day before. It hadto mean something. He walked over to her before she could leave, he had butterflies.
"Hey," Michael smiled.
Justine turned around, "What happened to you never talking to me again after yesterday?"
Michael's smile faded slowly, "Oh...Well... I thought..."
"I'm just kidding," Justine laughed a little.
"You have to stop doing that to me," Michael laughed his embarrassement off.
"It's funny though," Justine smiled.
"Well, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out for lunch now?" he asked.
"Ahh, I'll pass, I'm not that hungry..." she said.
Rejected again, Michael sighed, "Okay," he said.
"Let's go to the park instead, and if you're worried about fans seeing you, lets go to the one down the street. No one should be there. You can learn alot more about a person when they don't have food stuck down their throat," Justine smiled.
Michael smiled, a little too big, but he didn't care. "Sounds great,"
They walked to the park, Justine struggled with her duffle bag. Michael looked over at her, "Do you want me to carry that for you?" he asked.
"Just because you're a man doesn't mean I need you to carry my things because they're too heavy. A woman has just as much strength as anyone else does," Justine said. Michael raised an eyebrow, he didn't know his simple generosity could offend anyone.
"Okay.." he said.
They reached the park, Justine sat on a swing. Michael sat on the one beside her, the park was just as empty as he prayed. Because if it wasn't he'd be a goner. Justine turned to him, "Why do you want to become my friend so badly?"
"I don't know, I just don't like being so distant from people I see every single day," Michael said.
"I was only 'distant' because I thought you were like everyone else," Justine confessed.
"What do you mean?" Michael asked, beginning to push himself on the swing a little.
"I mean..." Justine sighed, "Can you stop swinging? It's hard to talk to you when you're here, then there, then here, then there," she complained. Michael tracked his feet in the bark, comming to a halt. He didn't feel comfortable just looking at her, so he got up and began to push her instead, gently so she wouldn't go flying off the swing.
"So..." Michael said, he didn't want them to lose their conversation.
"Right, so I meant that.. Every guy I've ever met, they try once, they relize I'm not intrested, they give up. Which means obviously that they're only after one thing," she said, hanging on to the bars of the swing.
Michael laughed a little, "So you thought I was only after one thing?"
"Mhm," Justine said, "And because you're such a big star, I expected you to think you'd be able to just pull me at any second,"
Michael stopped pushing her and sat back on the swing next to her, "No.. Never, I just wanted to become friends. I never wanted any of that."
Justine smiled, "I know that now, because you tried again," she said, "I bet I can get higher than you," she began swinging. Michael laughed, he hadn't swung on a swingset since he was about nine or ten years old. He tried with all his might to go higher than Justine, he was losing by alot. She looked over at him and stuck her tongue out, "You lose already," she jumped off the swing as it was still in the air.
"How did you do that?" Michael asked.
"Just jump!" she said breathlessly.
Michael hesitated for a moment, then jumped off. Justine screamed as Michael couldn't land on his feet, he bumped into her knocking her off of her balance and tumbling right on top of her. She laughed and looked up at him, "Get off me," she giggled.
Michael rolled off of her and sat Indian style, "I'm really sorry, are you okay?" he asked. Justine sat up, still laughing. Michael laughed a little, hoping he didn't hurt her. She grabbed onto her knee, it was scraped and bleeding, "Agh!" Michael felt aweful.
"It's okay, I've been in worse situations, afterall, I told you to jump," she took a napkin out of her duffle bag and wiped her knee up, "It'll be fine," she said. There was an awkward silence.
"Tell me about yourself," Justine said.
Michael thought for a moment, "Well... I was born in Gary, Indiana." He shrugged.
"And..." Justine smiled, "I know there's more,"
Michael laughed a little, "And I have eight sibblings, I'm a singer and a dancer... I really don't know how to explain myself without telling a long story," Michael said.
"Then tell me a long story," Justine said.
"How about you tell me about yourself? You've been a complete mystery to me since day one," Michael suggested.
"Well... I was born here in Los Angeles. I'm an only child, as you already know I was adopted. I dance, and I love art. Simple as that," she smiled. Michael smiled aswell. "Tell me about your social life, who are your friends? How's your love life?"
Michael felt a little embarrassed by her asking how his love life was, "You probably wouldn't know any of my friends, as for my love life... It's pretty abscent,"
"You're not seeing anyone? Or atleast slightly intrested in anyone?" she asked.
Michael didn't want to tell her he took any intrest in her, "No, and no, are you?"
"No, not at all," Justine said, "But imma get heading home, I have alot to do. You should come over tomorrow? If you're not busy?"
"Um, yeah of course, I'm not busy," Michael said without even thinking about his schedule.
"Great, here's my number," she took out a paper and pen, jotting it down.
