Michael showed Aislinn around the house and took her stuff into his room. She stood around the living room, messing with her skirt. She started getting real nervous about this cena data with him. Michael came out of his room, dressed più like he would outside the house and not for rehearsals. He sat down on the divano and patted a spot successivo to him. "Come sit down, you're not gonna get any taller." He smiled. She giggled nervously and sat down. She placed her hands on her lap and bit her lip. "What do te want to know about me?" he asked her. "I...well...I don't know..." He saw her look down and raised her head to face him. "Want me to start from the 1st time I sang, o what? That's all I'm asking." "Actually, I was told that if I wanted to get to know someone famous, to know them just as a person, not as a singer/dancer o whatever." "Alright. I'm much of a perfectionist and from what my brothers would consider a lady's man." Then he went on and on about himself, and she realized how sweet and generous he was. Far from what her uncle Rod told her. Michael even told her about the Pepsi Commercial accident, the burns on his head and how he was lucky enough to ride in an ambulanza with the sirens wailing. He detto that that was his dream.
After about 30 minutes, he stopped talking. "What about you, Aislinn?" He asked. "Oh, me? Well..." then she went on about how she was mostrare talent at the age of 5, just like he did, and told him almost everything. She wouldn't tell him that her parents were dead. It was just too sad and she'd cry if she ever got into it. Michael nodded. "Alright. te ready to go to dinner?" He stood up, holding out his hand. She grabbed his hand, but slipped and fell on superiore, in alto of him. "ow...you alright?" they asked each other at the same time. They giggled, but she was going red and quickly got up and helped him up. "I'm so sorry. I can be such a klutz sometimes." He chuckled a bit. "It's alright, Aislinn. Let's get going, shall we?" He held out his arm for her and she slid her arm right through his arm. He led her outside and to the limo. The driver opened the door and Michael let Aislinn slide in first. After she was in, Michael entered, sitting successivo to her. The driver closed the door and then went inside the driver side and started the limo and drove off. During the drive, her hair got all funky. Michael noticed it and chuckled. "Your hair does this all the time?" He asked. "Kinda, yeah..." He then messed with her hair a bit and fixed it. "How's that?" He pulled out a mirror out of nowhere and held it in front of her. She looked at her reflection and smiled. "Better. Thank you, Michael." He nodded. "No problem, Aislinn." He, without her even noticing, held her hand and laced his fingers with hers.
The limo stopped and the door opened. They got out and he still had a hold of her hand. She never even felt his hand hold hers. She looked at the restaurant and was in awe. "Isn't this place expensive, Michael?" "Yes, but I'm paying, so te can get anything te want." She nodded nervously again and they headed to the door. "May I help you?" the bouncer asked. "Table for two, please?" Michael said. "Oh, Mr. Jackson, welcome. And Ms. Williams, oh it's been so long." Michael looked at her. "You've been here before?" "Well, kinda...Aunt Kathy took me here a long while back." Michael nodded and they were led to a tavolo for two. "Would te two like something to drink? Perhaps wine?" the waiter asked. Michael turned to Aislinn. "Is wine alright with you?" She nodded. "Red wine, please?" The waiter nodded and wrote it down. "Any appetizers?" "What do te have?" Aislinn was totally Lost in her mind, so she didn't pay attention. "Alright, I'll go get the wine and your pane sticks." Then the waiter left. Michael noticed Aislinn was dozing off and chuckled. "Aislinn? te there?" "H-Huh? Oh sorry...I dozed off, didn't I?" "Yeah, te kinda did." "I'm sorry...I get this way a bunch..." The waiter came back with the wine and showed them. "Perfect. Thank you." The waiter placed the pane sticks in the middle of the table, between two candles. "There te two go. Would te two like to order?" Michael ordered a insalata and so did Aislinn. Once the waiter left with the orders, Michael looked at Aislinn, a bit shocked. "You didn't tell me te were a vegetarian, too." "Well, yeah, I am. I didn't like meat when I was real little." Michael smiled, knowing that he made a friend that was almost exactly like him.
After dinner, he paid for it, but Aislinn had offered to pay for her half of it. He said, "There's no need to, I've got it. Don't worry." She nodded and put her wallet back in her purse. The driver was waiting for them outside with their door open. She slid in first and then Michael. Then they headed on back home. "Tomorrow, McCauley Culkin is coming over to rehearse his part for the 'Black o White' short film. If te want, te can watch, if you'd like." She smiled and thought to herself 'I've always wanted to watch the master at work, and now I get to!' "I'd Amore to watch te two rehearse." Michael smiled and her cuore melted.
Once they got to the house and got inside, he detto she could change first. "But, I don't have..." "I had two silk pajamas, both red. te can have one of them. Come on, I'll mostra you." He led her to his room and showed her the pajamas and gave her one. She smiled and held the pajama set. "Thank te so much, Michael." He smiled back at her. "Don't worry about it, Aislinn. Now go change." She nodded and went into the bathroom and changed into the pajamas. 'Ooo, these are comfy.' She thought and exited the bathroom. Michael was already in his pajamas and sitting on the bed, looking at a picture of him and his brothers. She sat successivo to him and looked at it, too. "You miss them, don't you?" "Yeah...I remember all the good times I had with them. The cuscino fights, the races in the hotel hallways, it was all good fun." She placed a hand on his shoulder and he turned his head toward her. "I'm the same way with my siblings. Remember I told te I had an older brother and sister?" "Yeah." "We used to do that all the time at home." Michael smiled and put the picture down and got under the covers. "Hey, since te treated me to dinner, how about I treat te to a letto time story, Michael?" Michael sat up. "Really?" "Yeah. How does 'Peter Pan' sound?" Michael's face went shining. "I Amore that story, and Pinocchio." She giggled and got out 'Peter Pan' and started Leggere it to him, she being under the covers herself with him.
Once she ended the story, she closed the book and Michael was fast asleep against her. She placed the book beside her and fell asleep, too.
The successivo morning, she got up hearing the doccia running. 'Michael must be taking a shower. I'll make breakfast then.' She thought and headed into the kitchen. She found some eggs, rice, and spices. She loved to make things exotic sometimes and started making eggs and rice. While cooking, Michael came up behind her in a robe, wondering what she was cooking and hugged her. She got stiff and he giggled and placed his head on her shoulder, smelling the food. "Eggs and rice? A Japanese kind of thing?" "Y-Yeah, how did te know?" "That's what I got in Giappone during my Bad tour." Her face was heating up again. 'Is he wearing anything under that robe????' was the domanda that was going through her mind. She took a quick glance behind her and saw his chest and turned back to watch the food, a blush creeping across her cheeks. 'Oh gosh...no he's not...' "M-Michael, while I'm cooking, w-why don't te go get ready for your rehearsal??" He chuckled. "Alright, Aislinn." Then he let her go and went to change into his 'Black o White' outfit. She soon finished the eggs and riso and placed it on the tavolo with a couple glasses and arancia, arancio juice. Michael came out and saw the set up. "Wow, this looks really good." He detto with a grin and they sat down and started eating, him telling her about what he and McCauley are gonna do for the 'Black o White' short film.
After breakfast, she washed the dishes. "You don't need to do that, Aislinn, sweetie." She blushed after she heard him call her 'sweetie'. "I-I wanted to, Michael. To make myself useful, te know?" He nodded, giving up the semi-argument that he'd never win against her, even if he tried. The doorbell rang and Michael answered it. "Hey McCauley, come on in." McCauley Culkin came in the house and looked around. "You know, we should probably get- whoa...who's the girl, Michael?" "That's Aislinn. Her car broke down and I took her in for a few days while my mechanics get it fixed." Then McCauley got a brilliant, yet sly trick to pull. Michael told him that he'd be right back and went into the cucina to find Aislinn wiping her face. "Aislinn? What's the matter?" She turned and wiped some tears away. "N-Nothings wrong..." "Aislinn..." He walked up to her and lifted her chin. "What's the matter?" Then she told him about how her mother used to do the same thing that she did when her car broke down. Then it spilled out of her mouth. Aislinn finally told Michael that her parents were dead since she was 16 and her aunt had to take care of her. "Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry, Aislinn. Here, come with me." He hugged her and led her to the living room, still hugging her. McCauley saw them coming and got ready. He stuck his foot out and tripped them and they fell, Michael on superiore, in alto of Aislinn, his hands on either side of her. McCauley chuckled and Aislinn blushed a deep red. "M-Michael...we should, uh..." She couldn't finish her sentence, for Michael was leaning down and kissed her......