2 years later, May of 1981.

Michael walked out of the limo and onto the red carpet. The sunglasses he wore did little to shield him from the blinding camera and he put his hand in front of his eyes, trying to keep the light from his eyes. His eyes widen as he noticed another white spot forming on his palm. He quickly closed his hand and closed his eyes, pausing on the red carpet. That was the fifth one this week.

He turned to his publicist and very discreetly whispered, "Get me a glove for my hand," as he smiled for the crowd and tried not to show his nervousness. The publicist nodded and went off to spread the word that Michael Jackson needed a glove for his hand.

Michael continued to walk down the red carpet, waving at the many fans that were screaming their heads off and making sure that the hand with the white spots was hidden behind his back. He walked into the dark club in front of him. It was his good friend, Diana Ross's, birthday and she was having a huge party at a big club in LA. Her birthday is really in March, but she decided that she wanted to throw a big party a little later. Strobe lights flashed on the dance floor and red glow-ish lights illuminated the bar. There were many celebrities already there who were mingling or dancing on the dance floor. Michael looked around for a familiar face and smiled when he saw his girlfriend talking to another person in the corner. He walked up to her, smiling at her.

"Michael!" Hailie Price hollered, ignoring the other person she was talking to and wrapped her arms around Michael's neck. He hesitantly put his hands on her waist, not one for PDA.

She pecked him on the cheek and the other person Michael still couldn't identify left them alone. Michael looked around then turned to her and smiled, kissing her lightly on the lips.

He pulled away after a second and she gave him a cheeky smile and he laughed. She let go of his neck and he left one arm loosely around her waist. "How long have you been here?" he asked, turning to look at her face.

"Well you were late, as usual," she said, giving him a mock disapproving look. He laughed nervously and she smiled, letting up her façade. "Not long, maybe a half hour. It was kind of boring before, now it's gonna be a party with the one and only Michael Jackson here!"

Michael blushed. "Yeah, whatever. You wanna get a drink?"

Hailie nodded and Michael brought her over to the bar, two glasses of wine, red for him and white for her. They took their drinks and Michael politely took sips of the alcohol; he was at a birthday party, he wasn't planning on getting drunk. Michael's publicist came walking up to him, suddenly, panting and holding out a white glove. Michael thanked him and took the glove, putting it over his hand.

"Why are you putting on a glove?" Hailie asked, looking at it curiously.

"Oh, um, new fashion statement." Michael lied, looking away.

"Oh." Hailie said simply, looking away too. It was silent for a moment before Michael turned to Hailie, trying to make conversation.

"So how's that new album of yours doing?" he asked, putting his arm back around Hailie's waist.

"Oh good, good. It's almost done!" Hailie said excitedly. Michael smiled, happy that his girlfriend was happy. Michael met Hailie a little shorter than a year ago at Motown records. She was getting signed and Michael was visiting a friend of his there and they hit it off. They've been dating ever since. But Michael was getting bored with her. She was just like every other girl in the world. It's not that he didn't love her, because he truly did, but he wasn't in love with her. He wanted someone more unique, someone who would love him like no like… Billie. Michael flinched. He hasn't thought about Billie in a long time. Well he tried not to.

"Michael?" Hailie shouted in his ear. Michael was brought out of his thoughts and looked at her.

"I'm sorry, what?"

Hailie laughed, "I said, why don't we go dance?"

"Oh, sure," Michael said. He didn't really want to go dancing but he felt bad for ignoring Hailie. He grabbed Hailie's hand and started to walk her out to the dance floor. As he was going out, he spotted a waitress walking towards the bar. He motioned her over so he could give her Hailie's and his empty cups and she looked at him, her eyes wide. He froze. He knew those eyes. They were her eyes.

"Michael? Michael?" Hailie kept calling his name over and over, pulling on his hand to get his attention, but his eyes never left Billie's. She looked semi different, he thought to himself. Well of course she did, she wasn't wearing caked on make up and isn't half naked. He looked down her body, covered in a tight uniform. He noticed that her body did look different. Her stomach wasn't as flat as it was when he met her in 1979. But that's normal; she still looks amazing; just not as thin as she did before. Her hair was longer, but her bangs were still feathered. She looked beautiful, to him, even in a waitress uniform.

Billie suddenly broke eye contact, running into the doors behind the bar. Michael dropped Hailie's hand and ran after her, dropping the two glasses in the process. Luckily they didn't break since they landed on shaggy carpet and Michael ran after her, to the bar.

He went to jump over the bar and into the door behind, but the bartender stopped him. "I need to get back there!" Michael yelled.

"It's for the service people only, buddy." The bartender said, smiling and crossing his arms.

"Obviously you don't know who I am." Michael said cockily, smiling. He pulled off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket. The bartender dropped his arms and his face fell. "Now can I go in?"

"Oh, yes sir. I'm so sorry." The bartender let Michael back and Michael took off into the doors.

"Billie! Billie! Billie, I know you're in here!" he shouted. He noticed a blond run into a back room and followed. In the back there were lockers and nobody in there. He guessed they weren't supposed to go in the locker room while working. He ran around, shouting Billie's name. Billie stepped out from the shadows finally, looking angry.

"Leave me alone, Michael!" Billie shouted from in front of him. He went to a halt, sliding on the tile floor of the locker room. He reached out and grabbed a cold locker door that was hanging open for balance.

"What is your fucking problem?!" he screamed. He rarely ever cursed, the only time he did was when he was angry as hell. Like right now.

"My problem? My problem?" Billie said, putting her hand on her heart. "You're the one who came running back here, slipping and falling all over the place! Not me! I wanted a clean break, which meant not seeing you again, Michael!"

"Why don't you want to see me again?! What did I do?! We were drunk, Billie! Fucking wasted! I would've never, ever wanted to take advantage of you! Besides, you were the one who was giving me a fucking hand job in the hallway!"

"God-damnit Michael, I'm not blaming you! I'm just angry okay?!" Billie took a breath and closed her eyes. "Michael I have something to tell you."

Michael was taken back by her sudden calm, nervous tone. "What's the matter?" he said in an affection tone that was completely different then before.

"Michael, a couple months ago… well, remember that night in 1979? When we were drunk and didn't use protection?" she said, nervously ringing her hands.

Michael froze. He knew what she was going to say. He wasn't stupid. He put his hand to his face, rubbing his eyes.

Billie knew that Michael knew. "His name is Adam, and he's almost a year old." Billie started to cry, her voice braking down to a whisper. "He was born September 21, 1981. He has your eyes, Michael, and your hair and your nose and your lips. He looks just like you Michael. And it shames me to say this, but every time I look at him I want to cry because he looks just like you."

"Why didn't you try to find me?" Michael asked in a soft voice. He was trying not to cry. He didn't want to cry. He kept thinking how he missed the first months of his son's life, and it made him angry. "Why didn't you try to find me, Billie Jean?! Why?! I don't understand!" he yelled at her suddenly.

She started to cry even harder. "I didn't know what to do when I found out! I panicked! I moved here, planning on finding you, but I couldn't bring myself to do it! I thought I would ruin your career or your family would think differently of you. So I decided to make it a secret. And I'm so sorry I did that. So, so, so very sorry I did that. I wish I could change back time and change my decision, because I really wish that you could've been there for me in the hospital or when I brought him home for the first time. I wish you could've seen the beauty of it, and I'm so sorry."

"Can I see him?" Michael said, not yelling anymore and calmed down.

"Uh, I have a picture in my wallet." Billie said, going to a corner and coming back quickly with what Michael assumed to be her purse. She went through it then pulled out a small wallet sized picture. Michael walked up to her, and took the picture right out of her hands, holding it up to his face. The little boy was a splitting image of himself, except the fact that he had her mother's complextion.

"Michael?" a voice rang out. Michael turned around and saw Hailie walking towards him. He quickly gave the picture back to Billie and turned around, faking a smile.

"Hey, honey." He said, pulling his sunglasses from his pocket and putting them on to hide his red eyes. "How'd you get back here?"

"Well, Prince said he saw you come running back in the kitchen so I bribed the bartender to let me back. Then the kitchen staff said they saw a guy ran back here. Who's that?" Hailie asked, crossing her arms. Michael saw her look Billie up and down, then smirk when she saw that she was thinner and taller than Billie, thinking she had an advantage. Michael felt himself grow angry again, except this time at his girlfriend.

"This," Michael emphasized the word 'this' to show that Billie was not a 'that' as Hailie called her, "is Billie Jean Reynolds. She's an old friend of mine I haven't seen in a while who just moved here with her son. Billie, this is my girlfriend, Hailie Price." He introduced the two women.

Billie waved from behind Michael and Hailie rolled her eyes, making Billie feel embarrassed. "Well, Michael, I think it's time for me to get back to work. I'll talk to you later, okay?" Billie said, slipping the picture into her wallet and back in her bag then slung it over her shoulder, crossing her arms.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Uh, get my number from Diana and call me." Michael said, giving her what should've been a friendly goodbye-hug, but turned into something a little more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held tight, closing her fist around his hair and he hugged as hard as he could. "Please, call me. Please." He begged in her ear so Hailie wouldn't hear. Billie nodded her head and wiped her eyes before Hailie could see any tears and reluctantly released Michael, smiling at him slightly to assure him she was ok.

"Bye, Michael." Billie whispered, before turning on her heel and out another door where there was probably food to be served.

As soon as Billie left, Hailie walked up to Michael and hooked arms with him, holding him close to her body. They walked out of the kitchen and Diana ran up to him.

"There you are! I was looking all over for you, I thought you didn't show!" Diana said as Michael hugged her and wished her a happy birthday.

"No, no I was here. I just ran into an old friend and was speaking with her." Michael said, letting go of her and smiling.

"Oh okay." Diana said, looking between Michael and Hailie to see if something was wrong. Personally, Diana didn't like Michael's girlfriend because she thought that she was using him. But she never said anything to Michael because she didn't want Michael to get mad at her.

"Well, you look beautiful!" Michael said, trying to ease the tension. But he wasn't lying. Diana was now about thirty-seven years old but looked like she could be twenty-five again. She was wearing a dress that came up about mid-calf and was off the shoulder. It was black and sparkled when she moved, making her thin frame elegant. Michael had to admit, he always had a crush on Diana Ross and always thought she was beautiful, but tonight she looked amazing.

"Aw, thanks sweetheart! You know you're my number one man, and I love your opinion!" Diana said, laughing. Michael laughed too but Hailie just stood there, biting her lip. She knew Michael liked Diana. She wasn't blind. So when Diana would say stuff like that, she'd get insecure and thought that Michael might even like Diana more than her.

A man walked up to Diana and smiled at her, "Diana, they're bringing out the cake."

"Okay, thanks." Diana said to the man as he walked away. She turned back to Michael and Hailie, "Come on, Michael. Come sing me happy birthday."

Michael nodded and grabbed Hailie's hand, following Diana to a large white and pink cake. He sang happy birthday, but his mind was else where. He kept thinking of Billie. The way she yelled at him and cried. He felt bad for making her cry. He didn't mean to. But he was so hurt. He had a daughter; he couldn't believe it.

"Michael you okay?" Hailie asked from next to him, furrowing her perfectly sculpted eyebrows and slightly pouting her lips. Michael looked down. The brunette was pretty, but she was no Billie. He sighed then nodded. Hailie looked at him uneasily. "Are you sure? Did that girl…do anything to you?"

Michael gave Hailie a stern look and tightened his fist that was by his side. "No, Billie didn't do anything to me."

"Okay. She just seems fishy to me. I don't think you should be around her. She's a bad influence." Hailie said shrugging as if it was no big deal.

"She's never done anything bad to me, so don't talk about her that way!" Michael exploded at her, people turning to look at the sudden yelling.

"I'm just saying you shouldn't be slumming around with that girl. What are people going to think of your reputation? She's obviously not fit to be a good responsible friend of yours." Billie said harshly, crossing her arms.

"She's a nice girl, a wonderful girl. And I can hang out with whoever I want; you're not my mother you can't tell me what to do. Billie is a great person, and if I want to be around her I will." Michael yelled back, trying not to be so loud. He was tired of Hailie's attitude towards everything he did. She acted like she owned him and he was tired of it.

"Whatever, Michael," Hailie said, walking away and to the bar. Michael stared at her retreating figure, clenching his jaw.

He walked up to Diana, pulling her aside. "Hey, Diana, I think I'm gonna head out." He said, forcing a smile.

Diana frowned, walking close to Michael. "Michael, tell me what's the matter." She demanded.

"Nothing, Di. Nothing. I just got a call and have to go. I'll call you later, okay?" Michael said, trying to play off his attitude as cool.

"Okay." Diana said, giving him a hug goodbye and turning away as he went to walk away, when she quickly turned back, "Michael!"

Michael looked back.

"There was this girl who worked here and she asked me to give her your number saying she knew you. Should I give it to her?" Diana asked, looking at him concerned.

"Yes, please give it to her Diana." Michael said, smiling softly and waving. She nodded and waved back, crossing her arms and watching as Michael walked away. She knew there was something wrong but he wouldn't tell her. She knew in time he would confide in her eventually, but this was going to bother her until then. A man walked up to her and pointed to her guest and she went back to the party. She would worry about this another time, she told herself. She'll talk to him later about it, but for now she had a party to host.