It was two a.m. on December 3rd, 2002 and 20 year old Amanda Farris was in her 2001 blue Kia Sportage driving home. She had been at her friend Natalia's house caring for her because she was sick with asthma. Natalia and Amanda had been friends since they began high school. It was with Natalia that Amanda had found the real meaning of friendship. At a young age she learned not to use the word friend lightly. So if Natalia needed something Amanda was right there, and vice versa. And now they are both in college and the friendship had stayed strong.

Amanda felt her eyelids heavy as she continued driving. A few times she even nodded off a bit, which scared her. 'I better pull over before I get into an accident,' she thought. She turned off Highland boulevard, a main street in Los Angeles onto a smaller avenue, a residential street with tall trees and big houses. She pulled over in front of one of them. It was very dark outside except for a few streetlights here and there. She turned off the car, turned off the lights, rolled up the manual windows and locked all the cars doors. 'If I just close my eyes a bit, I'll feel better about driving home,' she thought while leaning her driver seat back and closing her eyes.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Amanda woke up startled to find a bright light shining in her face.

"Please step out of your vehicle, miss."

"Uh, yes sir." Amanda brought her seat back up to position and fumbled with the door until she finally could open it. She stepped out of the car frightened to have been woken up by a police officer.

She closed the door behind her and looked around. She saw another police officer a few yards off underneath a street lamp on the sidewalk. She was with a man in sweats, tennis shoes and a sweatshirt. He had on aviator sunglasses, which Amanda thought was strange, since it was probably only five in the morning. He was standing with his arms folded talking to the female police officer who was interviewing him.

"We had a complaint about someone sleeping outside this home. What are you doing here?" asked the police officer standing next to her. He was about 6'2" and a strong build. He had a pen and notepad in his hand and jotted down notes as Amanda told him what had happened.

"That was very responsible of you, miss, but I'm afraid that you should move along now. Please show me your license and registration."

"Sure. I have my purse in the trunk." Amanda opened the door and popped the trunk. She walked around to the back and the police officer followed her around to the trunk. She opened it, took out her purse and wallet and handed her information to the officer. He took it and started off towards to where the other officer was, leaving Amanda alone. "Stay here, miss."

The officer spoke to his partner while he continued to write information down. Then both officers shook the mysterious mans hand before coming towards Amanda. "Here are your documents. Be on your way, miss," he said and they started towards their patrol car that still had its lights on.

"Thank you," she said, putting her wallet back in her purse and the purse back in the trunk. Amanda shivered. It was really cold outside. As she was closing the trunk she turned to the man, and smiling she said, "Sorry about the trouble. I'll be on my way now."

'Oh how embarrassing this all is,' she thought as she started towards the car door.

"Hey wait," the man called out to her. Amanda turned around quickly. The man studied her as he moved towards her. She looked like a young woman in her early twenties, light skin, long light brown hair, very straight. She had a lovely thin frame. He looked at her in amazement, so beautiful and so innocent looking, and warm. He was immediately embarrassed to have called the cops on her.

"I'm sorry this all happened. It's just, uh, I thought you were a crazy fan stalking, uh, my boss," he said quickly and apologetically.

She studied him. He stood about 5'10", thin frame, light complexion and looked to be in his thirties. He had a normal sized nose, nothing out of the ordinary, full lips and she noticed he had beautiful teeth when he spoke. His eyes were covered by his sunglasses and he wore the cap of his gray sweatshirt over his head. It was cold outside after all.

He looked down to the grown and looked quite embarrassed. "The officers told me that you had pulled over to close your eyes."

"Well I'm not sleepy now, I can tell you that much!" Amanda responded sarcastically, hoping to get him to smile again, seeing his embarrassment. He let out a laugh.

"So, uh, you said your boss has crazy fans?"

He smiled. "Yeah, I can't tell you who his is though, so don't even ask." They both giggled.

'Wow, that smile. I know that smile from somewhere. It's breathtaking,' she thought to herself. She caught herself staring at him and looked down quickly after realizing he had been staring at her, too. Amanda blushed.

"I'd better get going. People are going to start wondering where I am." She felt like she didn't want to leave, but she knew she'd better.

"I'm so sorry I called the cops on you, and you seem like a nice honest girl. Let me take you to dinner tomorrow, err," he looked down at his wristwatch, "I mean, tonight." He smiled that smile at her again and Amanda blushed a second time.

"I don't even know your name," she looked down embarrassed.

He held out his hand for her to shake it. She took it shyly and he said, "My name is Josh," he said giggling. "How silly of me not to have introduced myself. I know your name is Amanda. I remember seeing it on the police report." They laughed together at that.

Amanda rolled her eyes. "Well nice to meet you, Josh. And sure, I'd love to have dinner with you. Just say where."

Josh took a step back and put his right index finger to the corner of his mouth. "Hmmm. Why don't you meet me here at seven and where I take you will be a surprise," he said grinning. He bit his lip in anticipation of her answer, which she thought was sexy.

"Um… uh… it's against my better judgement, Josh, but okay. I'll meet you here at seven," she said smiling flirtatiously as she started towards her car. She opened the car door and waved as she got in. He waved back and she started the car and sped off.

Michael Jackson walked inside the gate towards his house with his hands in his sweatshirt pockets and the smile still on his face. 'What an awesome girl,' he thought to himself. He went inside the house and into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. 'Man, these disguises are amazing. I can't believe she didn't recognize me.' He took off his sunglasses and took down the hood of his sweatshirt and fixed his ponytail. He peeled off his fake nose and washed his face.

He walked out of the bathroom and into his room. He had royal red walls, big windows and a beautiful canopy bed, which he laid down on. Michael was so excited to actually have a date with a girl, and for her not to know who he was a first for him. His sister, LaToya, had said in her book that he would have to find someone with a career as big as Michael's, or find someone who didn't know who he was. That seemed so far fetched until now. Sure, he'd gone in disguise before; to the movies with his friends or to the mall, and yeah, it had worked, but he had never had the courage to go up to a woman and ask her out like that before. He was too afraid of being discovered. Michael had always wondered if anyone could look past his fame and love him for himself and not for who he was and what he could give them. It was too hard to distinguish a real friend from a user, so most times he didn't try to find out. But he's always wanted to experience a real relationship. Maybe this was his chance.

Michael's eyes had been closed, but as he was thinking about all of this he opened his eyes and looked over towards the window and saw a few rays of sunlight shining through the curtains. It was morning.