Angel

Michael had broken his Blackberry and was going to get another one until something caught his eye. It was Connie. She was sitting alone, looking out a window. She was sitting in the sunlight. "She looks beautiful," he thought. He never paid attention to her beauty because he was always busy messing with his cell phone and busy in trails. No, he wouldn't waste this opportunity to say something nice to her. However, he didn't know what to say to her. He walked up to her and stuttered.

"Michael, are you all right?" She furrowed her brow and looked at him. He couldn't open his mouth. He was too scared to. His throat closed up and he began to sweat. "Michael… were you going to say something?"

"C-Connie, I think you're beautiful!" He said quickly. "You smell beautiful, you know that?" She stood up and hugged him tightly while pecking him on the cheek.

"You're so sweet, Michael," she smiled and was about to walk off.

"You're an angel…," he simply stated. She turned around and stared at him. "I-I think I'm attracted to you…"

They both stood there; silent… they had nothing to say.


A/N: Should I continue? I'm afraid to… I'm afraid I'll get the characters wrong… :( I did read that Michael is on his Blackberry constantly and uses unusual methods to get the truth. I don't know about Connie, though...