Hey everyone! This is my newest fic. This is a song fic based on Janet Jackson’s song, “He Doesn’t Know I’m Alive” from the Control album. Why, you ask? Simply because she’s the best! And I totally love Janet Jackson, so I’m writing this now. Enjoy!

Oh, yeah, its written in Sue’s POV, and this is my take on their younger years.

I've got his picture

It's on my dresser

Right next to my bed

I sighed and picked up the picture of the cutest boy in the whole 10th grade, Reed Richards. Man, I was totally, in love with him. I dream about him everyday, just hoping that one day he would notice me. I don’t even pay attention in class; all I ever do is think about him. If only he would notice me.

He doesn't know me

But I sure know him

I can't get him out of my head

I sighed again and sat on my bed. I stuck out my notebook and my math textbook. I opened my notebook and sighed again at the name Reed Richards. I just can’t believe that the cutest guy in the whole school, doesn’t know I’m alive. And yet, he’s all I think of. I can’t get him out of my head.
(Talk to him)

No, no, I haven't even tried

He doesn't even know that I'm alive

He doesn't even know that I'm alive

I just get the chills thinking about me going up to him and saying, “Hi. My name is Sue Storm.” I just can’t go through with it. I would embarrass myself, because he doesn’t know who the heck I am.

I got his number, I call him up

Just to hear him say hello

Gosh, even his voice is amazing. The way he says “hello” is just so sexy. I love the way he says it. I decided to call him up, and do the same thing I always do: hang up. I call him, but after he says hello, I always hang up.

And when he answers I always hang up

Ooh that boy scares me so

I dialed his phone number. My heart was pounding at high-speed. I was always so nervous when it came to calling him up. Finally, he answered. “Hello?” he answered in that sexy voice. I about to burst out laughing. I hung up, my heart racing faster than ever. Dang, he really did scare me.

(Talk to him)

No, no, I haven't even tried

He doesn't even know that I'm alive

He doesn't even know that I'm alive

Someday I'll find the nerve

To talk to him and stop acting so reserved

I told myself "Girl you gotta change"

'Cause nothing ventured is noting gained

I gotta be courageous. I have to stop being so babyish and finally talk to him. It would help, though, if he knew I was alive.

Late last evening I dropped on by

Just to see if he was home

I actually stopped by his house. I had a plan. I pretended that I thought my friend lived here and that I mistook his house for her’s.

And when he opened the door

I could have died

There we were all alone

(Talk to him)

I said, "Excuse me, I thought my friend lived here."

There were stood all alone. My heart raced at high-speed; I felt like passing out anytime now.

“Can I help you?” he said nicely.

“Excuse me, I thought my friend lived here,” I lied.

He just nodded and went back inside the house, closing the door.

Well he doesn't even know that I'm alive

He doesn't know that I'm alive

He doesn't even know that I'm alive

He doesn't even know that I'm alive

He doesn't know that I'm alive

He doesn't even know

He doesn't know I'm alive

Well, if only he knew that I existed. If only he’d notice me. He’s the cutest guy in school, and the problem is, he doesn’t know I’m alive.

I know, I know. I’m obsessed with Janet Jackson. Meh, whatever :P Review:)