Note: As always I don't own copyright to any of the songs used in this story. I realize I'm writing a challenge but wanted to combine my interest in Michael Jackson and Adam Levine/Maroon 5. There is a method to my madness ;-)

Chapter 2: I Guess This Must Be Infatuation…

Seferah POV

Stephie and I were in the limo on our way to the Village and as we were getting closer I found myself more and more nervous. I was moments away from meeting my crush and wondered what he thought of me. Next thing I knew we were out front and there were paparazzi crowding the limo. Stephie and I got out and fought through the crowd, and I could hear multiple people screaming "Happy Birthday!" as we made to the door. The bouncer looked at us and asked for our IDs. He then told us we had to be eighteen to get in, but twenty-one in order to drink. Stephie and I nodded as we presented our IDs and the bouncer let us inside the building. As we walked inside and looked around, there was a laid back aura about the place, not thick and crowded like most of the nightclubs were in town (or so I've heard). We found ourselves a table near the front of the stage and sat down, and when we did the waiter came to our table in no time flat.

"What can I get you to drink ladies?" he said.

"Two virgin strawberry daiquiris," Stephie said, "I'm treating my best friend on her birthday!"

"I know," he said looking at me, "Happy Birthday Miss Jackson."

"Thank you," I said.

"I will get your drinks right away," he said, and went his way.

I looked around the place to see anyone that I knew, and I guess it was an off night, until…

"Stephie," I said, frozen in my seat.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's him," I said, "I mean, I think it's him. Look over behind you."

Stephie turned around and she gasped.

"Girl that's him!" she said to me, "and he's got his guitar!"

"Oh my God," I said, "You don't think…"

"Girl, just calm down and let things happen," she said.

At this point the waiter came back with our daiquiris and Stephie gave him a tip. It was him, Adam Levine, standing by the bar with his guitar wearing a blue shirt and black jeans. The bartender gave him a glass, Adam paid for it and took the glass with him to the stage, where everyone looked and started cheering his name. He sat down on the chair that was set for him, and as he was getting situated he looked up at me and gave me a smile. I smiled back and felt my face blush. He leaned over at the microphone.

"Hey how's everyone doing tonight?" he asked.

The crowd cheered and screamed.

"I see that the birthday girl is here at the Village tonight," he said, "Everyone give it up for Seferah Jackson!"

Everyone looked at me with cheers and I just gave a soft wave and a smile.

"And since it is your birthday," he said to me, "I was wondering if I could serenade you tonight."

I smiled as I felt my face turn red. He wanted to serenade me, me! Stephie grabbed the menu at the table and fanned me.

"She says yes," Stephie said to Adam.

"Aw man, I didn't mean to make her blush like that," he said, smiling.

"It's okay," I managed to say.

"Well first, since it is your birthday," he said as he started strumming his guitar, "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Seferah, happy birthday to you!"

The crowd cheered and I found myself smiling. Adam continued to strum and changed keys on his guitar, and we found ourselves locking eyes at each other. He smiled at me and I had to look away because it was making me nervous. I never experienced a guy giving me a second look before, but then again I never experienced a crush other than Adam Levine.

"And I was wondering another thing," he then said, his eyes still set on me.

"What's that?" I managed to say.

"Since it is also Valentine's Day, I was wondering, if you would be my Valentine," he said with that smile again.

My mouth opened in shock and I turned away, looking at Stephie who was still fanning me. I was twirling my hair out of nervousness and looked back at him.

"Yes," I finally was able to say.

"Alright!" he said as started strumming his guitar again. The crowd cheered and applauded. The paparazzi was around and I was sure that what just happened would be enough for their story. I was sipping on my daiquiri slowly as I watched Adam play his guitar. He looked down at his fingers pressed onto the strings forming bar chords and harmonies before looking back up at me. Suddenly I was feeling vulnerable.

"Girl are you okay?" Stephie asked, her hand onto mine.

"What just happened?" I asked. I knew the answer but I wanted to hear her say it.

"Girl, Adam Levine just asked you to be his Valentine," she said, "I see a new relationship in the works."

"I don't know, I don't think I'm ready," I said.

"Girl, things like this doesn't just happen," she said, "Maybe it's fate."

"Please," I said, giving her a strange look.

The next thing we knew, Adam had stopped playing and was coming up to our table with another guy with him. I was feeling the urge to hyperventilate, but I kept my cool.

"Hello ladies," Adam said, "This is my friend and bandmate Jesse."

"Hi Jesse," I said, waving.

"Hi," Stephie said.

"What's up?" Jesse said, "Happy Birthday Seferah."

"Thank you," I said, "This is my friend Stephanie."

"You can call me Stephie though," she said.

"Cool," Adam said, "I hope you don't mind us coming to your table."

"Oh no we don't mind," Stephie said. I looked at her as she was crazy but changed my composure.

"No, we don't mind," I said.

Adam and Jesse pulled out chairs and sat down, my eyes still locked on him. I couldn't believe it, my one crush was also my Valentine. So…how did that work? I never had a Valentine before.

"So how's the band?" I asked them to make small talk.

"They're great," Adam said looking at Jesse, "We're doing great. As a matter of fact we have a concert this Saturday night."

"We know," Stephie said.

"Oh, you ladies got tickets?" Adam asked.

"Backstage passes too," I said with a smile.

"Sweet!" Adam and Jesse said at the same time.

"Yeah we're huge fans," I said.

"It's only our first album, so it's not going to be a long concert," Adam said.

"It's still going to be amazing," I said, "I'm looking forward to it."

"Really," he said, and our eyes locked again. At that moment Jesse looked down at his phone and excused himself from the table. Stephie offered if I wanted another drink and I told her yes, and then she excused herself to go to the bar. It was then only me and Adam Levine.

"Your friend probably told you I was feeling you," he said as he took a swig of his beer.

"What if she did?" I asked.

"I don't care," he said, "What do I have to do to get next to you Miss Jackson?"

"Don't call me Miss Jackson, that's my Aunt Janet's name," I said with a smile.

He let out a laugh at the reference.

"Nasty boys, don't mean a thing," he sang.

By this time Stephie had come back with our drinks but Jesse was still off to the wall talking on the phone. Adam looked at his watch and let out a "Damn."

"What's wrong?" I asked, "Have to leave?"

"Yeah, I'm expected to be at a listening party not far from here," he said.

"I guess you have to get to that," I said.

"I do," he said, getting up, "Glad to meet you my Valentine. I'll see you on Saturday." He leaned over to kiss my cheek, and I felt my face turning red again. He waved at Stephie and left to head to where Jesse was, who finally was off the phone. I smiled as I watched him leave the place, my hand over at my cheek.

"So…did sparks fly?" Stephie asked.

"No," I said.

"Not yet!" she said.

"Please, you're probably making a big deal out of nothing," I said.

"Bullcrap! He serenaded to you and asked you to be his Valentine," she said, "That is not 'nothing'."

I finished up my drink and was getting tired of the place.

"Let's get out of here," I said.

"Sure," she said, "The place has served its purpose." She gave me a wink.

"Right," I said.

We got up from the table and headed out the door to step into the limo that had been waiting for us. One thing was for sure, I was looking forward to the concert but was going to take things as they come. I only caught a glimpse of what Adam was like off the stage, so it was too early to say my thoughts. My only hope was to know him a bit more before letting my feelings get the best of me.

Adam POV (The next morning)

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock and all I could think was damn it, damn it, damn it! Why did I commit to go to that listening party? I was digging Seferah and was trying to talk to her, but oh well. There was still the concert. From what I gathered she was a shy girl, and what if she was four years younger than me, well almost. Another fact that loomed over me was that she was Michael Jackson's kid. I mean, her dad was one of the reasons I wanted to pursue music, and I was feeling his daughter in ways I know I should go to hell for ever thinking. I ran my hand through my hair and walked into the kitchen wearing only my boxers to make myself a cup of coffee. As the coffee maker was brewing I let my mind wonder once more. I saw her coming around the corner wearing nothing but a button down shirt that rested just below the space between her thighs, her curly hair resting on her shoulders and a bit messed up from our time the night before. She walked towards me and as our bodies were pressed against each other her hand slipped inside my boxers and felt that I was ready. I would proceed to lift her by her legs and do it right there on the kitchen counter, thrusting myself in and out faster as her moans got louder and louder until there was a loud buzzing noise.

My coffee was ready.

Seferah POV (Same morning)

"Eight…nine…ten. Ready or not here I come!"

I was in the living room and was playing hide and seek with my baby brother Blanket and now I had to find him. Since our house is big he could be anywhere, and with practice he's gotten so much better in hiding. I started looking in the dining room where Mom and Paris were sitting down reading a magazine.

"What are you doing baby?" Mom asked.

"Looking for Blanket," I said, "We're playing hide and seek."

"Good luck with that," Paris said, "You know he hides really well."

"I know, but I got to try," I said with a smile. I left the dining room and started looking all over the place, the dance studio, the movie theater, the bedrooms…where was that little sucker? The last place I thought to look was the recording studio but Dad was doing some final remixing for his new album, so I didn't want to disturb him. I walked back to the living room to find him sitting in a chair.

"I win!" he said.

"Where were you?" I asked.

"He was hiding in the recording studio," I then heard Dad say. I turned around and had my hands at my hips.

"Of course, the one place I didn't look," I said.

"Daddy helped me," Blanket then said.

I dropped my mouth pretending I was in shock.

"That's cheating!" I said, rubbing his head.

"No, I'm just that good," he said. Blanket then left to go in his room and it was just me and Dad. He was wearing two white shirts, black pants, and those black penny loafers that he was famous for as well as a ponytail. He looked at me in a way that I knew he was wondering what happened last night. There was no need to stall or beat around the bush, so I just told him.

"Adam sung 'Happy Birthday' to me and asked me to be his Valentine," I said.

Dad raised his eyebrows.

"Wow," he said, "My baby has a Valentine."

"Dad, I'm not a baby anymore," I said with a smile.

"You're really into him aren't you?" he asked.

"Yeah…well, I don't know," I said, "We didn't get to talk much last night, but there is the concert. Maybe we'll talk more then."

"Okay," he said.

I decided to plop on the couch and Dad sat down on one of the chairs. He looked at me with a look of concern on his face.

"What's wrong Dad?" I asked.

"There is something else I want to talk to you about," he said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Your future," he said.

I wanted to roll my eyes and say "Oh here we go" but he continued.

"I know you finished school early and you're eighteen," he said, "but it's also time to consider what you want to do for a career."

"Um, I figured that I would eventually figure it out," I said.

"Sefra, you've gone to a performing arts school, where you learned dance, music, and acting," he said

I was quiet. I had thought about being singer and an actress but I wasn't sure.

"I just don't want you to lose your talents," he said.

"I won't," I said, "I just need some time."

"Okay baby," he said, getting up from the chair and leaving the room. Mom came into the room and I sat up on the couch so she could sit next to me.

"I overheard what your father said," she said.

I looked at her and bit my lip.

"Sweetie, understand that your father had been performing since he was young and it was the one thing he knew he wanted to do," she said.

"What about you?" I asked.

"I wanted to pursue dance since I was young," she said, "Now, I know there is some pressure because you're our daughter but whatever you decide to do, your father and I will still love you regardless."

"Thanks, Mom," I said, hugging her.

"So, I also did hear about Adam," she said, smiling.

"Oh yeah?" I said.

"Yeah," she said, "I thought that was sweet."

I smiled. It was sweet, but it was also short. I couldn't get to talk to him as much as I would have liked, but that was because I kept getting caught in those brown eyes and was nervous. Before Mom could ask anymore questions her phone rang and she picked up because it was Aunt Janet. It just so happened that she was getting ready to release an album like my dad, and she needed Mom's help for a video project. I excused myself and went to my room so I could look at my Maroon 5 poster and marvel at Adam's picture. The concert was only a couple days away, but it felt like forever. I wanted to know more about him, his life, and the inspiration for Maroon 5's album, Jane. I wanted to know why he was known as the "bad boy", and as I thought more about it, I just wanted to know…why me?