Disclaimer: I do not own Michael Jackson, so don't sue. I only own Alley, Chris, and Destiny (who will appear in later chapters). RIP Michael, we all miss you.

Are you the one?

Buzzzzz… Michael Jackson's alarm clock rang. A hand came out from underneath the covers and slammed the snooze button. He uncovered his face and dug his head into the pillow; I wonder what time it is? He asked himself. He looked at the clock 6:30AM. He stared at it for a good minute or two, then rolled over to try to get some more sleep. Knock, knock, knock. Who could that be? Michael rolled out of his hotel bed and unlocked the bolt. Alley Smart and Chris Sansen, two of his closest friends burst through the door like their tails, if they had any, were on fire. He smiled at his two friends as they discussed their agenda for the day. "Michael, did you hear me?" "Huh? Oh, um, not really. Could you repeat the question?" Alley smiled at her friend, "I asked if you wanted coffee." Michael smiled, "No thanks, I hate coffee." He emphasized the word hate so much Alley and Chris had to laugh. "So what're we doin' today, guys?" Michael asked. "Well, we are going to the studio to see if any last minute details need to be done before your music video is taped," Alley explained. Michael groaned and pushed a lock of hair behind his ear, "I'm really not ready for this video. Maybe I could just call in sick, ya know." Chris smiled at him, "You'll be fine, Michael, you always do fine." "I know, but it's for one of my least favorite songs, "Dirty Diana" I don't even know why I wrote that dang song in the first place!" Chris and Alley chuckled. Michael sighed and got up from the couch, "I need to go get dressed, so if you could wait here, or in the car, or something. I'll be right out," Michael said. He shut the door before his friends could reply, and flopped down on the bed, thinking of the video. Sighing again, he made his way to his suitcase and pulled out a too tight black t-shirt with matching black leather pants, and go go boots. He pulled his hair into a messy hap-hazard ponytail and opened the door to the bedroom. He flopped down on the plush couch and coughed. "Michael, are you ok?" Alley asked him. "Huh? Yeah, my throat is really dry." "Lemmie get you some water." She walked into the kitchen and came back a moment later, glass of water in hand. "Did you put your contacts in yet?" "Nah, I'll do that before I leave." Why is she asking me these questions? He asked himself as she handed him the glass of water, he took a sip and looked at his friend, it's like she concerns herself with me, but we're just friends. Chris and she have been dating for over a year and they seem really happy so why would… His thoughts were jolted by a slap on the arm, "Michael. Are you even listening to me?" He chuckled, "Guess not. What's up?" Alley smiled at him, "I can't believe you. I've been raving for the past 3 minutes and you haven't listened to a word I said? That's lame, Michael, really lame." Michael smiled, "Sorry, what were you saying?" "Never mind… you'll never listen to me anyways," Alley snorted. Chris looked at Alley and then Michael. "Ya know, Michael, you and Alley would make a cute couple." Michael and Alley looked at each other and laughed, "Right, sure. Whatever!" Michael's cell phone rang; he went into the kitchen, "Hello?" "Hey." "Hey, where are you?" "I'm getting ready to get on a plane to meet you, remember?" Michael wracked his brain, but he just couldn't remember. He shook his head, "No sorry, Destiny, I just can't remember." Destiny sighed, "I kinda figured, we talked about it over dinner. You said I could be in your "Dirty Diana" video." Michael now remembered, "Oh, yeah! Now I remember. What time is your plane supposed to land in LA?" "45 minutes." "Oh, ok. I'll pick you up." "All right, bye." "See ya!" Michael hung up his phone and put it back in his pocket, he had a smile on his face, but he quickly wiped it away when he walked back into the room. Alley and Chris thought that he was acting kinda funny, but they didn't say anything. Michael seemed to be in deep thought.