"Cassie, let's go!! We're gonna be late for the science fair!!!" My Bff Sandi yelled impatiently.
"Ok ok.. Let me put my lipstick on!!" I yelled back. I rushed with my lipstick and grabbed my purse. We headed out the door and to the car.
We sped to the science fair and got there two minutes before it started. Thank God or our parents would've killed us for being late for something again.
We ran in and set our project up, it was the very first Michael Jackson robot. We are both huge fans, so thought it would be a cool thing to do. And he was the talk right now since he was coming out with an album soon in October.
Which is in 4 months. It's called Invincible. I'm so excited!! Me and Sandi were going to go to the premiere of it together where he'll be signing CD's and meeting fans.
I looked around at our competition, these people don't stand a chance to our MJ Robo. (Our official name for it)
Until I laid eyes on our most loved enemy with his time machine. Oh Lord, here he goes again.
"Sandi, look." I nudged her. She looked over at it.
"Wow. Think we can beat it?" She asked worried.
"Maybe, it all depends on if it actually works." I snickered. She giggled.
"Why don't you go check it out? See if it works." She said. She hugged me tight.
"What was that about?" I asked confused but smiling.
"Just in case you get sent to another time." She laughed.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeaaa.... Lik that'll happen."
"Ya never know." She shrugged.
"Alright, I'll go. Bye!" I threw up a peace sign and headed over to his project.
He snarled his nose when he saw me. "Eww... Who let the pedo MJ lover in?"
"Ugh... Your such a little twit. Charles.... Look who's talking, Mr.'my birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory'." I retorted.
"What kind of piece of junk did you bring this time?" He asked.
Like you care. I thought. "A robot. What about you? What is this.... A 'make your only girlfriend if your desperate as me' machine?"
"Nooo. It's a time machine Einstein." He rolled his eyes.
"Ooo kitty got claws, time to get them removed." I snapped. "I bet it don't work."
"Wanna try it out?" He smirked. I never trust his smirks.
"I'm scared you'll send me to the ice age. I really don't wanna meet people who are uglier than you, because that's hard to beat."
"Just get in." He shoved me inside and closed the door before I could do anything.
Suddenly I felt a stinging all over. Then all these colors started flooding around me. It was beautiful, but also strange.
Soon it all ended, and I was lying on soft, green grass. It was bright too. Like mid-day.
"Where am I?" I asked myself. Goof, like asking yourself does anything.
"Excuse me, but how did you get on my property?" A soft voice from behind said.
I know that voice.. I turned around, and it was none other than a young, handsome Michael Jackson staring at me.
"Uh..... Your property?" I said clueless.
"Yes.. Who are you?" He asked looking me over.
"Um... Cassandra, but call me Cassie. Uh... What is the date?" I asked.
He gave me a confused look. "June 13th."
"I mean, the year." I said.
"Ok? 1982... Why?" He crossed his arms.
"Oh my..... It worked." I whispered.
He sat down beside me. "What did? What are you talking about?"
"The time machine. I came back in time.. Wait. I came back in time!! I'm the first person to travel through time!! Woo!!" I jumped up and ran around.
He stared at me like I was crazy. "What?"
I stopped and looked at him. "And you probably don't believe anything I said right?"
"Not really, no. Did you hit your head or something? I can call a doctor." He said.
"Ugh.... Just great..." I sat back down and sighed. "Now what?"

He shrugged. "I dunno... So your really from the future??" He asked.
I nodded. "Yep... Wait, I have an idea!!"
I took my cell phone out of my pocket. He stared at it like it was an other worldly device that will destroy the world.
"Crap.. No signal.. Of course, Verizon isn't around yet." I reminded myself that I was in 1982. I looked at Michael. "Oh, this is a phone by the way."
He shook his head. "Nu uh.. There isn't a cord. That thing is a machine to destroy earth." He chuckled.
"Uh... Look." I scooted over to him and showed him the phone. "See, this is a phone. but you can do more than just call. But I don't wanna ruin the future so I'll shut up now." I giggled. He laughed.
He looked at me in the eyes. "Your eyes are pretty." He said out of the blue.
I blushed lightly. "Thanks. Ya know, I'm actually a fan of yours."
His face lit up. "Really? Cool! A fan from the future! Is my career gonna be awesome?" He asked eagerly.
"Um... I can't answer that." I looked around nervously.
He frowned a little. "Oh.. Right.."
I looked at him. "I will tell you that your fan base is gonna be crazy. Which is a good sign."
He smiled. "Really? How neat! So... You don't have a place to stay do you?"
I shook my head. I couldn't think of anywhere to go, and I had no clue of when I would get back.
"Um... Can I stay with you? Just until I go back." I said.
He nodded. "Sure, my family will love to have you! But, you will need to go shopping with my sisters or something. Cause future clothes won't work if you don't want people knowing where your from."
He had a point. People would get suspicious. "Do you promise not to tell anyone where I'm from?"
"I promise. Pinky promise!" He linked his pinky with mine and smiled. I almost melted on the spot.
Focus Cassie, focus. I thought.
"C'mon, lunch is probably ready by now." He said and stood up, offering his hand to help me up. I took it and he helped me up. The instant contact gave me butterflies.
We ran to the house and went in. He showed me my room, then led me back to the family room, introducing me to everyone.
They were all so nice and welcoming. Except Joe. He was a butt of course.
"Who are you?" He asked coldly.
"Um.. I'm Cassandra." I said quietly. He rolled his eyes.
"Where are you from then?" He asked crossing his arms.
Shit.. I cursed in my mind. "Uh.........."
"Virginia!! She's from Virginia." Michael answered for me as he walked up beside me.
"What brings you to California?" La Toya asked kindly.
"She.... Is an old friend of... Quincy Jones! Yea. He uh.. Has known her since she grew up. He sent her to meet me." He looked at me like 'Well-play-along!'
"Yea! I'm gonna be here until he calls me to go back to Virginia, cause I have a talent show coming up, and he is gonna help me with it." I said.
"Hmph. Well don't get in the way of my boy's career." Joe said sternly then walked off.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I don't know how I came up with that so quickly.
God I hate lying..... I thought.
"Hey La Toya, do you have clothes she could borrow? She lost her luggage at the airport." Michael said to his sister.
She nodded. "I'll go get some and put them in your room." She walked off.
"Thanks Mike." I said and without thinking hugged him tightly. He hugged back.
"Your welcome." He whispered. "Anything for a friend." He smiled.
"Friend?" I asked smiling. He nodded. He let me go and blushed. I did as well.
"Um.. Lunch?" He said as he held his hand out.
"Sure, I'm starving!" I laughed and grabbed his hand.
I hope they don't get me back for awhile.... I thought.

After lunch I went up to my room and changed into some clothes that La Toya laid out for me. I looked myself over in the mirror and laughed.
"Oh my Gosh, I look like a zebra threw up zippers on me." I said aloud laughing. I heard a chuckle from the other side of the door. "I know your out there, Michael."
He came in grinning sheepishly. "Get used to the look, it's what is in right now. Sorry miss future." He walked up to me and touched my hair lightly. "And your gonna need to get a perm. Plus some vibrant makeup."
I stomped around immaturely. "Ugh! Why The hair and the makeup?!" I asked whining.
He laughed and grabbed my shoulders. "Because, you need to fit in!" He shook me lightly. I rolled my eyes and lowered my head in defeat.
"Fine." I muttered. He chuckled. "Good, c'mon I'll help you." He drug me into the bathroom and sat me down on a stool.
I gave him a confused look. "Help me?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Yes. I like doing peoples makeup and hair. Its fun." He smiled that heart melting smile. "Now hold still, and let me do my magic."
About 3 hours later everything was done. The perm was what took the longest. He kept a sheet over the mirror so I wouldn't be able to see myself.
"OK, ready to see the finished result??" He asked excitedly. I nodded.
He took the sheet off the mirror, I gasped. My hair was big and poofy, but that was how it was supposed to be. My makeup was bright pink lipstick and blush, black eyeshadow, pink eyeliner, and a combination of black and pink mascara.
"OMJ!!! This is so awesome!! You done great!!!" I stood up and hugged his neck. He hugged me back laughing.
"Thanks, I was nervous that you wouldn't like it. And um... Whats OMJ?"
I let go of him and looked around. "Um... Nothing. Its not important."
"Uhuh... Well... I have to go record some songs for my upcoming album. So do you wanna go hang with my sisters at the mall or something?"
"Um.. Sure! I don't have any money though.."
"I can fix that." He smiled sweetly and went to his closet, pulling out a small pouch. "Here, I think...." He pulled out some money and handed it to me. "This should be enough."
I counted it. "Holy cow!! This is a thousand dollars man! That's way too much." I tried to give him some of it back, but he pushed it back to me.
"No no. I want you to get whatever you want. Go and have fun."
"But-" He put his finger on my lips. "No buts. If you love me you'll take it."
I stayed silent and took the money. He smiled. "That's what I thought. Go and have a good time." He kissed my cheek and blushed lightly afterwards.
He walked out, I stood there frozen with my hand on my cheek.

Fast forward to a week later
Michael and I were walking around the yard talking about random things. He had just gotten finished with his first recording for Thriller and was excited, but a bit nervous. But he didn't want to talk about it much. He mostly wanted to talk about me. Getting to know me.
And he has become more open around me, and is kissing my cheek a lot more often and small stuff like that. Holding hands, hugging every time we run into each other, we even use nicknames for one another now. I call him Smelly like Quincy does. And he calls me Bubbles like my friends back home do.
"So can you tell me anything about the future??" He asked me.
"Well... Depends on the question." I looked at him. He nodded.
"Oh... Um... Do cars fly? And do people have robots as workers instead of other people?" He asked curiously with a childlike tone.
I laughed. "Well.... No and no. Sorry. Nobody has come up with that yet. And don't you dare try."
He giggled. "I won't. Man that sucks, I really want to see cars fly!!" He gazed at the now moonlit sky.
We stopped walking and laid down on the grass, staring up at the night sky. I felt him link his hand with mine, I turned my head and stared at his handsome face. He looked over at me and smiled.
"Do you think that your ever gonna get back?" He asked me sadly.
I sighed heavily. "I don't know. If I do though, do you promise that you won't ever forget me?"
He raised up on his elbow and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. "I promise." He whispered.
He started leaning down slowly, I felt my heartbeat speed up as I felt his breath on my face. My eyes started closing slowly as our lips brushed against each other. But I pushed him back.
"What is it?" He asked, worry coming over his face.
"Nothing. I just... We can't.. It wouldn't work out and.. Michael doing that would mess up time itself. Please understand, I want to kiss you. But I can't."
He looked hurt, but he understood. "I know.. I'm sorry. We can still be friends though, right?" He looked at me questioningly.
"Yes, of course we can." I smiled and kissed his cheek.
We stood up and headed back to the house. He looked at me for a moment as we were walking.
"Yes?" I giggled.
"Oh.. I was just wondering, if I met you again in the future..."
"Yea?"
"Would I be able to kiss you then?" He asked shyly, he was blushing deeply as he stared at the ground smiling.
I took his hand in my own. "Yea, I wouldn't mind. As long as you recognized me!" I laughed. He laughed too as we walked in.
"Well, goodnight." He said holding my hands.
"Night." I gave him a warm hug and headed to my room.