It was January fourteenth, Amanda's twenty-first birthday and Michael was determined to make the day special for his girl, even though the week before he had been busy with meetings for a new project that was in the works to collaborate with Ashanti and JaRule.

Amanda had been busy as well, classes had begun again and she had to study and write an infinite amount of term papers. But Michael had insisted that her twenty-first birthday was special and he took time off from his busy schedule to plan something to celebrate. He coaxed Amanda to take a day off from school since her birthday fell on a Wednesday. Boy, was that a hard thing to do. Since the start of her school career at the age of three, she had not missed a day, not even because of illness. Her mother always told her, 'If you're not dying, you can go to school.'. It may sound harsh, but it instilled a work ethic in her that many envied.

She was told to be up and ready by seven in the morning. Yes, she was told. She learned that when it came to Michael, you had better do what you're told. He didn't like taking no for an answer. At seven sharp there was a soft knock at the door. Amanda jumped up from the couch where she had been waiting, reading the morning newspaper. She checked herself out in the mirror that was by the door. 'Hair perfect, makeup perfect,' she thought touching her french braid with her fingers.

She opened up the door surprised when she saw Michael standing there in a gray sweater, a black sport coat and blue jeans, his hair pulled back in a ponytail and a fedora on his head. He was holding a bouquet of three dozen long stemmed pink roses in both hands, his face was down in the roses, enjoying their scent.

He looked up when she opened the door and smiled. "Happy birthday, baby!"

"Thank you, Michael," she squealed throwing herself into his arms. Michael quickly opened his arms to catch her and to avoid her from crushing the roses. He planted a dozen kisses on her cheeks. "Let me just put these in water and we can get going. Come in," she said making her way into the kitchen for a vase, leaving the roses on the dining room table on her way there.

"So where are we going," she yelled from the kitchen.

Michael was fixing himself in the mirror in the living room. "You'll see when we get there," he yelled back, smoothing his sport coat with his hands.

She brought out a large vase with water and put each rose in carefully one by one. The last rose she put to her lips. "Mmm. The roses smell divine." She hesitated at putting the last rose in the vase. "This one I'm taking with me," she said grabbing the rose and then Michael's hand and headed out the door.

They stepped into the waiting black limo and started their journey to wherever is was they were going. Once inside, Michael fetched a small hard suitcase.

"Why the limo?"

"I needed the room to change in."

"Oh." He opened the suitcase and took out makeup. "What's all that?"

He scooted over next to Amanda and looked at her seriously. "We are going someplace very public, and I need to disguise myself."

"Oh," she said feeling a little disappointed. "Should I be calling you 'Josh', too?"

"Amanda," Michael scolded.

"I know, I know. I get it. I guess you and disguises don't sit well with me."

"I'm sorry, Amanda. I can't go where we're going without disguising myself. It's not so much about being recognized and being asked for autographs as much as it's about being recognized and being mobbed." Amanda rolled her eyes. "Besides it's still me under the makeup. I just want to spend time with you. It'll be worth it, I promise."

"Okay," she agreed. "But don't make it a habit." They both laughed.

"Disneyland! Oh my goodness, I haven't been here for years," she exclaimed getting out of the limo and stretching her muscles that were tired from the two hour ride. They made their way to a tram that waited for people to take them from the parking lot to the theme park and hopped on. "Thank you, Michael!"

"You're welcome, baby. Happy birthday."

The next few hours were spent waiting in line for rides, eating cotton candy, shopping at souvenir stores and taking pictures with the Disney characters. They even saw Captain EO in 3D. When they were sitting in the theater, a young lady behind them said, 'God, Michael Jackson is HOT! I want to eat him up!' Michael and Amanda burst out laughing and couldn't keep quiet throughout the rest of the movie, despite the constant shushing from the people around them.

Five o'clock came and their stomachs were grumbling. They hadn't stopped to eat a meal to not miss out on any rides. "Let's go, I've got more planned for you. This day isn't over yet!"

They arrived by shuttle to the Disneyland resort and went up to the suite that Michael had rented out for them. The presidential suite consisted of the whole top floor of the hotel. It had one bedroom, a full bar, a mini kitchen with a dining area, it's very own pool on the deck and a jacuzzi. It was beautifully furnished. It was clear to her that this man was used to living in the lap of luxury.

"My God, Michael, this is beautiful! It's bigger than my house, for Pete's sake!"

Michael laughed. He went into the bedroom and called room service and ordered dinner. Meanwhile Amanda looked around the suite. There were white candles everywhere. On the bar, on the dining table, on the spa, on the nightstands, on the floor, everywhere. Somehow they looked placed there. Had he been here before to set up?

He came out of the bedroom and headed towards the bar. "Would the lady like a drink?"

"Sure, why not."

Michael poured champagne into two champagne glasses. "I don't usually do this, but since this is a special occasion, and I'm in a really good mood, I thought I'd join you." He lifted his glass to toast. "Here's to you, Amanda, on your birthday. May God grant you many more birthdays to come."

She lifted her glass to his. "Thank you, baby." She turned bright red. She still wasn't used to all of the attention. They both drank from their glasses. "I can't believe that you would go through all this trouble just for me," she said waving her hand to the suite, the candles and the champagne.

"Why wouldn't I?" he asked, sincerely confused.

"I don't know. I mean, I don't deserve all of this."

"Amanda, you've been nothing but good to me. You deserve much much more."

At that moment there was a tap at the door. "That was quick," Michael said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a hundred dollar bill. "Here. Let them in and give him this." He handed her the bill. "I'll be in the bathroom washing my face."

Amanda opened up the door and room service was there with a tray with two meals, one bottle of wine, two wine glasses, two bottles of water and two drinking glasses. The man set everything on the dining table without a word. Amanda followed him and his tray to the door, where she handed him his tip. "Thank you," she said.

"Thank you, miss," he said receiving the money nonchalantly. His eyes deceived him, though. He looked like he wanted to scream out of happiness.

Michael came out of the bathroom void of makeup and looked like his handsome self. Amanda went to him and kissed his face. "I missed this beautiful face."

He kissed her back with a big smacking sound. "I love you, but let's eat. I'm starving."

Some lobster thermidor, two wine bottles, one champagne bottle and one vodka bottle later, the pair were in the jacuzzi, stripped down to their underwear, and a bit tipsy.

"Uh, yeah, I don't think you'll be making it to school tomorrow, either." They both laughed hysterically.

"Nooooo," Amanda slurred. "Hey, Michael Jackson, you know you're hot? I'm gonna eat you up!"

"Girl, you're crazy!"

"I'm not the only one who thinks that way, you know," she said both of them remembering the girl at Disneyland.

Michael was laughing so hard that his sides were hurting. "You're so funny. And cute. And smart." His countenance suddenly became serious. "That's why I love you," he said making a sloppy kissy face.

"I love you! I love you!" Amanda declared, throwing her hands up into the air, splashing water into Michael's kissy face in the process.

All of a sudden Michael burst into song, "My baby loves me, she loves me, she loves me, HOO, HOO, HOO, HOO-HOO!" It was a portion of the song 'Just Good Friends' from his Bad album.

Amanda cracked up. "That was loud," she pointed out while she wriggled a finger in her ear. "Isn't that song about a girl with two lovers?"

"Amanda, be quiet. And come here." He pulled her close to him and kissed her passionately.

The next morning Amanda woke in Michael's arms. He was still asleep, clearly still tired from the previous night's lovemaking. A part of her couldn't believe she was missing another day of school. Looking back at a sleeping Michael made her realize the other part of her was glad she did. Never before has she had such a great time or felt as special as she does when she is with Michael.

She walked into the mini kitchen and put a pot of coffee on. She also called room service on the wall phone and ordered breakfast.

Michael surprised her from behind and she spun around. He kissed her gently. "Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning. I just want you to know that you're entirely responsible for me missing two days of classes." She poked him playfully.

"Don't worry. I'll take full responsibility. You know, my people will be a tad angry with me, too. I was supposed to be back today."

Amanda hugged him tightly. "Mmm. It feels so good to be in your arms, and to love you. Just when I think I can't get any happier, you go and do something amazing for me, and I actually do get so much more happier."

"That's what I'm going for."

'This seems just too good to be true,' she thought feeling bliss in the arms of the man she loves.