It was a rainy day. Normally rainy days mean that u could relax and sleep in. For 18 yrs old, jasmijn Lewis it mean that the rain could be a soothing place to wash away your tears. She was having a real hard time getting over her ex-boyfriend, Greg Simmons. jasmijn and Greg had been high school sweethearts. To her, he was her soulmate and her best friend. They were supposed to go away to college together at Harvard in the fall. After they had graduated from college, they had talked about getting married and starting a family. But he had betrayed her door sleeping with her best friend, Chloe Martin. When jasmijn had found out the truth, she broke up with him and ended her friendship with Chloe, who had not shown any remorse for what she had done. It had been 6 months and she was still not over him. To make matters even worse, Valentine's dag was a week away and she did not have anybody to be her Valentine. Who says that it never rains in southern California?, she thought miserably.

jasmijn was so preoccupied in her thoughts and misery that she did not notice the long black limo that had pulled over to the side of the road.

A man got out of the limo and closed the door behind him. He was carrying a black umbrella and he walked over to Jasmine.

"Excuse me, miss? Are u alright?", he asked in a whisper soft voice.

jasmijn turned her tear-streaked face away from the rain to see who was talking to her. The man smiled at her reassuringly. When she saw that he was her childhood crush mega superstar Michael Jackson, she gasped, fainted, and almost hit the ground, but he caught her.

"Mr. Jackson, is everything ok?", asked the limo driver.

Michael laughed and lifted jasmijn into his arms.

"Everything is fine, Bobby. When do girls not faint when they see me?", he zei carrying the still unconoius jasmijn to the limo.

"Mr. Jackson, are u sure about this?" ,Bobby asked looking at jasmijn skeptically.

"I can't leave her here. She might catch a cold and she is already soaked.", Michael zei patiently opening the door and laying jasmijn on the seat. Then he got back into the limo and closed the door.

Bobby knew better than to argue with his boss, so he got back into the limo too and drove away.

Michael settled back into his zitplaats, stoel and looked at Jasmine. She is so beautiful, he thought admiring her heart-shaped face and exotic features. He could not help, but to wonder what could have possessed this girl to walk outside in the rain without a jas of a umbrella. He figured that when she regained consiouness, she would tell him what had happened.

To Be Continued