(Note: I'm starting a new story, but this time it's from the eyes of Michael and Nadine's daughter Seferah Denise Jackson. I noticed there weren't any crossovers between Michael Jackson and Adam Levine/Maroon 5, so I thought I would give it a shot and try to blend the two. Michael's appearance is of the Bad era, and Seferah is now eighteen. Chapters would be named after Michael Jackson/Jackson 5/Jacksons and Maroon 5 songs and or lyrics. I'm ready to take on the challenge :-) )

Chapter 1: Beauty Queen of Only Eighteen…

Seferah POV

"Sefra! Sefra! Are you awake? I got you your present!"

I could hear my sister Paris knocking on my room door, and I was awake and pretty excited. Today was my birthday, but not just any birthday, my eighteenth birthday to be exact. I was no longer a little girl but a young woman, and I couldn't wait for the surprises that were in store for me. My birthday wasn't just an ordinary day, it was also Valentine's Day, and my parents tell me every year the story of my birth. Speaking of my parents, I'm the oldest daughter of Michael and Kalere Nadine Jackson, the most talked about couple in the world. My dad is an international superstar while my mom is a popular choreographer and dance teacher. They always tell me how I was born the night they became engaged, and my dad always tell me I was the best gift my mom could ever give him. He had said that about all of us kids: me, Prince, Paris, and Blanket.

"I'll be right out Paris!" I said to her.

"Okay, I'll be in the living room!" I heard her say. I could hear Prince mumble that I took forever to get out of bed. I rolled my eyes over the mumbling, thinking he just had to understand that we girls like to get pretty. I got out of bed and took a look at the Maroon 5 poster I had on my wall, most noticeably Adam Levine, the group's lead singer. I wasn't going to lie but I had a big crush on him. Maybe it was his bad boy persona, the man could sing, and he was only a couple years older than me. I grabbed a nice black and white plaid shirt and blue jeans (as well as the unmentionables) and headed for the bathroom which was across the hall to take a shower. After I took a shower I went to blow dry my curly and kinky hair, which landed just past my shoulders and got dressed. I headed down to the living room where my family was all waiting for me.

"Happy Birthday big sis!" Prince said, hugging me.

"Happy Birthday Sefra!" Paris and Blanket said in unison.

"Thank you!" I said to my siblings, hugging them each. My mother and father were the next to hug me.

"Happy Birthday baby," Mom said as she hugged me, "I can't believe that you're eighteen now. I still see you as my little girl."

I grinned as I looked at my dad.

"I remember when you were like this small," he said motioning his hands to show how tiny I was as a baby, "It seemed like it was only yesterday. No matter how old you will get, you're still my little Sefra." He kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks, Dad," I said.

"I want you to open my gift for you Sefra!" Paris then jumped, holding a small box. I looked at her and took the box from her, opening it to find two bluish-purple butterfly clips, and they were beautiful.

"I know how much you like butterflies," she then said.

"I love it, Paris," I said, hugging her. Indeed I loved butterflies, even though whenever I was around them I ended up sneezing.

"Me next!" Blanket said, holding a piece of paper. I didn't expect him to buy me anything. He was only seven.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's me and you with hearts and smiley faces," he said, "I love you."

"Aww, I love you too Blanket," I said, "I will hang this on my wall."

"Okay, my turn," Prince said, "I had Mom and Dad's help with this one." He handed me an envelope with my name on it.

"What is this?" I asked my fourteen year old brother.

"Open it," he said, looking at our parents. I looked at them and they smiled.

"Let's just say you're going to love it," Dad said.

I opened it to find there were two tickets to the Maroon 5 concert with backstage passes this Saturday. I screamed like a little girl.

"I knew how much you really liked them," Prince said, smiling at my happiness.

"Thank you!" I said, hugging him.

"You're welcome," he said.

"Come on, let's go and have breakfast," Mom then said. We all went into the dining room where Damon, our chef was waiting for us. He came up to me for a birthday hug and proceeded with his responsibility.

"What does the birthday girl want for breakfast?" he asked me.

"Hmm, I think I want French toast," I said with a smile.

"French toast it is," Damon said, "What does everyone else want?"

Prince and Paris requested hand and cheese omelettes, Dad wanted eggs and toast, Mom wanted bacon and eggs, while Blanket wanted a bowl of cereal. We all sat down and I was still stoked about the Maroon 5 tickets and backstage passes as I had the envelope next to me as well as the other gifts. As Damon prepared our meals, our housekeeper Ana walked in the room with the phone.

"Good morning," she said.

"Good morning," we all said.

"Happy Birthday Seferah," she then said to me.

"Thank you," I said with a smile.

"Stephanie is on the phone," she said, handing the phone to me.

"Thank you," I said, "Hello?"

"Hey birthday girl!" Stephanie (or Stephie as I liked to call her) said.

"Thanks Stephie," I said, "What's up?"

"Nothing, I was thinking that we should go to the Village tonight to celebrate," she said, "I heard Adam Levine's going to be there, and I know how much you love him."

"You're kidding," I said.

"I'm telling the truth girl," she said, "Rumor has it he's got a crush on you."

"Now I know you're pulling my leg," I said.

"Hey, that's what I've been hearing!" Stephie said.

"Anyway, I got tickets to see Maroon 5 this Saturday," I said, "Would you care to join me?"

"No way," she said, "That concert has been sold out! How did you get tickets?"

"I guess just a little magic," I said.

"Of course," she said.

"Can I call you back? I'm having breakfast with my family," I said, noticing Damon was back with our food.

"Sure thing girl," she said, "Remember, you, me, the Village, tonight!"

"Alright," I said, "Bye."

I handed the phone back to Ana and thanked her. It was time to dig into the serious French toast. I loved French toast.

"How is Stephie doing?" Mom asked.

"She's okay," I said, "She was telling me about the Village tonight."

"Is anyone in particular going to be there?" Mom then asked. She was good at listening into the conversation.

"Just Adam Levine from Maroon 5," I said.

"Oh sweetie I think you should go!" she said.

"These things just don't happen for nothing," Dad then said.

"Yeah, I'm thinking of going," I said.

We continued eating our breakfast, and then it was time for Prince, Paris, and Blanket to get ready for school. I had finished school early so I had a lot of free time, but what to do, I didn't know. Mom was getting ready to teach her classes while my Dad still sat at the dining room table. He gave me a big smile as he finished up his orange juice.

"So what are you going to do today baby?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said, "What about you?"

"I was about to head to the studio," he said, "Been working on new material for an album, but then again you knew that, right?"

"Right," I said, letting out a laugh.

"You're welcome to join me if you like," he said, getting up from the table.

"Sure," I said, following suit. Whenever my dad invited me to the studio it was because he wanted to give me a pep talk, and now that I was eighteen I was sure I was getting the "You're now an adult" speech. We got into the studio and sat on the plush office chairs in the control room, facing each other, my dad smiling at me.

"What?" I asked.

"I know that you're eighteen now, and I just want to have a heart to heart with you," he said.

"Sure," I said.

"You're at an age where curiosity strikes and you want to test everything that you grew up to believe in," he started.

"Okay," I said.

"These are the years that you'll experience new interests and relationships," he continued, "Basically, this is the age where you are looking to find yourself."

"I know, Dad," I said.

He then smiled and pushed a button on the control panel, and then I heard the following:

When I first looked into those eyes,

My heart rose and fluttered like butterflies,

Because I was falling, it was a call of love,

You are an angel who came down from above,

I am so thankful to God that you're here,

Every day and night I will hold you dear,

No need to worry, no need to fear,

Close your eyes as I keep you near,

I love you Sefra, my little angel

I smiled as I heard the song.

"You used to sing that to me every night when I was little," I said with a smile.

"You are still my little angel," Dad said hugging me, "I love you."

"I love you too," I said, "So I kinda want to hear some of the new stuff."

"Oh, right," he said, pushing another button.

"This one is called 'You Rock My World'," Dad said, "I'm thinking this is gonna be the first single off of the album."

He let the song play and I was feeling the beat. I always believed that Dad was making magic whenever he worked on his music. Dad smiled at my movement to the song and he felt it too, biting his lip and rolling his head around his shoulders.

"Are you going to make a short film with this one?" I asked.

"Of course!" he said excitedly.

There was a moment of silence between us.

"So, are you excited about the Maroon 5 concert?" he asked.

"Yes!" I said, "I'm such a huge fan!"

"Glad to hear it," he said, laughing.

"Supposedly Adam Levine is going to be at the Village tonight," I then said.

"I know," he said, smiling.

"Yeah," I said.

"You've got a crush on him, do you?" he then asked.

I smiled as I glanced away before looking back at him.

"I just think that he's cute," I admitted.

Dad smiled.

"Be careful," he then warned me, "I hear he's a bad boy."

"Okay," I said, kissing his cheek, "I'll be careful."

"Good," he said, "So, you want to hear the rest?"

"Of course," I said.

"Okay, here we go," he said, smiling.

Adam POV

I woke up around noon to the sound of my TV set on the midday news, and I heard the news reporter say the following:

And today is a special day for Michael Jackson's daughter Seferah Denise. The Valentine's Day baby is now all grown up at eighteen. Rumor has it that she will be celebrating her big day at the Village tonight.

Are you serious, I thought to myself. Not only was the girl I was digging now an adult (sometimes I felt guilty for the unpure thoughts I had about her, but only sometimes), but she was going to be at the Village tonight. I was already planning to go there tonight but I had more of a reason to go. I got out of bed and held my hand over my head, it was throbbing like crazy. Last night seemed like a blur, all I remember was the taste of whiskey and hands that knew how to make me moan. I took some Tylenol and made me some toast and jelly for breakfast…well, lunch…brunch. I went back into my room to find a note from who I guess was the girl who was here last night.

Adam,

You were amazing. Call me sometime.

Cindy

I guess the thing Cindy forgot was the phone number, as took the piece of paper and looked on the back of it to find it blank. It didn't matter, I was going to meet someone new, and with my persuasion I could get her to be mine. I wasn't known as the bad boy for nothing. I ran the shower and got undressed when my cell phone started ringing. I looked at it to see it was Jesse, so I answered the phone.

"Hey man, what's up?" he said to me.

"Um, I'm kinda naked dude," I said.

"Hey, what you do naked is none of my business!" he said.

"No you ass," I said, "I'm about to take a shower."

"Oh," he said, "So did you hear the news about the Princess of Pop?"

"Yeah, she's coming to the Village tonight," I said.

"So you have heard," he said.

"I am not missing that chance," I said, "but let me hit you up later."

"Alright," Jesse said, "I'll see you tonight."

"Cool," I said, "Peace."

I hung up the phone and went on with my shower. As I got in I let the water run through my body, my eyes were closed and already I could feel her standing behind me. I often imagined her standing in the shower with me, her hands exploring my chest and giving me the most ravenous look on her face. I often wondered what it would be like to kiss her neck, touch her body, and ultimately, make her moan…

Seferah POV (That night)

I was getting ready for tonight as I slipped on my purple mini dress and black leggings, Stephie was going to be here any minute. I decided to wear the butterfly clips Paris gave me as a finishing touch to my hair, which I was wearing loose against my shoulders. Mom came in the room to check on me, wearing a red gown.

"You look beautiful baby," she said to me.

"Thanks Mom," I said, "So do you."

"Stephie's already here," she then said.

"Already?" I asked. That was quick.

"Yep," she said.

"I still have to put on my makeup," I said.

"She said no rush," Mom said, "You know how she hates being late."

I smiled. Stephie couldn't stand being late or running behind. I started putting on mascara and eyeshadow as well as some lip liner and lip gloss. I wasn't a fan of foundation. As I applied my makeup I could see Mom's reflection in the mirror and was tearing up.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said, "It's just that, you're so grown up."

I smiled.

"Are you and Dad doing anything special tonight?" I asked.

"We are, but we were going to leave when you did," she said, "Ana is watching your brothers and sister tonight."

"Nice," I said, finishing up, "Done. How do I look?"

"Like I already said, beautiful," she said, "Now go on and have a good time."

I hugged her as I went into the living room, where my best friend was waiting for me, wearing a brown flower-print dress with ankle boots.

"Hey girl!" she said, "You look fabulous!"

"Thank you love," I said, "You look great too!"

"Oh thank you girl!" she said.

Mom and Dad came into the living room decked in red and black, looking at us and smiling to themselves.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," Dad said, "Have a good time tonight girls."

"Thanks, you too," Stephie and I both said.

Stephie and I headed out to the limo that was waiting for us and got inside. We were both excited, but I was getting a bit nervous and started tugging at my dress. Stephie looked down and noticed.

"What's wrong girl?" she asked.

"What if Adam doesn't notice me?" I asked.

"Please, from what I've heard he might do anything to get you to notice him," she said.

I smiled and blushed.

"How did you hear about Adam?" I asked.

"About him having a thing for you?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Supposedly he's mentioned you in a couple of interviews," she said, "At least when it comes to crushes."

"I only heard about that Jane girl," I said, "The one he named the album after."

"Oh, her," Stephie said, fanning her hand.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked with a laugh.

"That relationship was a long time ago," she said.

"You don't know, he may still care about her," I said.

"No, he's got a thing for you," she said.

I looked at her with a raised eyebrow and laughed as I looked out the window.

"Alright, we'll see…"