*Ariana’s POV*
I woke up to the sound of my 2 dogs barking at me for their daily walk.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” I yelled to them. I quickly hopped in the shower for about 6 or 7 minutes. I got out, put wet hair in a ponytail, put on a hot-pink sports bra, some black yoga capris that matched the bra, and my regular pink, yellow, and white Nikes. I ran downstairs and greeted my 2 dogs, Bentley and Sonnie. Bentley was a healthy male Jack Russell Terrier, while Sonnie was a beautiful female Golden Retriever. Bentley is 2, and Sonnie is almost 1.
“Hi babies! Ready for a walk?” I asked. They both started barking. I laughed as I grabbed their leashes and attached them to their collars. I grabbed my iPod, then left for our morning jog.
*Michael’s POV*
Lord Have Mercy, I was crabbing my donuts bad. I walked out of the house at around 8 in the morning, heading to the donut shop at the end of the corner. On my way there, I couldn’t help but think about Ariana. Her beautiful face, her hair, her legs, her personality, her body, EVERYTHING! She was stuck on my mind, and I don’t know why. This has never happened with any other girl before. I just can’t seem to get her out of my head and off of my mind. She’s not even mine, and I don’t know what I’d do without her!
Moments later, I walked into my favorite donut shop/café and ordered my usual.
“Hello Mr. Jackson, what can I get for you today?” asked the cashier, Rachael. I already got her in “The Game”.
I smiled and winked, “Just the usual. 1 dozen original and a small caramel mocha-frappe with whipped cream and chocolate and caramel drizzling, please?”
“You got it.” She said, then disappeared behind the back door. I sat and waited at a table for about 10 minutes until she came out with a big, white box, and a small brown bag containing my special frappe.
“Thank you so much.” I said grabbing the box filled with donuts.
“Any time.”
I walked out and the warm wind immediately kissed my face, causing the fresh smell of donuts and coffee to fill my nostrils. I smiled and started humming a tune while I walked the short block back to my house.
When I was about 2 houses away from mine, I saw an undeniably familiar figure running towards me with 2 dogs on a leash. I stopped to focus my vision more and recognized her. My heart dropped when I made out her face. “Ariana.” I softly whispered to myself while smiling. She was wearing her workout clothes. I stepped in the middle of the path to obstruct her destination view so she could focus on me.
Once she saw me, she slowed to a stop and pulled out her ear buds. “What are you a stalker?” she asked, a bit winded.
“no, I usually take my daily walk down to the café every morning to get my breakfast, unless I just have cereal. What are you doing around here?”
“Daily run with the dogs.” She said.
I smiled. “I had a feeling that I was going to see your face again. I just didn’t know when.”
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t forget.”
I laughed a little. “So now can I have that picture?” I asked helplessly.
She scoffed. “Yeah, like I’m going to have some stranger carry around a random picture of me. Get real.”
“But this just isn’t any picture. It’s a picture of you and i. I want to be in it too.”
She smiled and walked next to me. “Okay, 1 picture.”
I set the donuts and frappe bag down on a set of stairs and pulled out my phone.
We quickly situated ourselves in the frame and I snapped the picture.
“Beautiful.” I thought to myself.
“Okay, well, I’d better get going.” She said.
I picked up the box and bag and suggested the same. “Yeah, same here. Thank you Beautiful.”
“You’re welcome Michael.” she chuckled. We went our separate ways to our houses, which we discovered were only 2 doors down from each other. I looked to my far right and saw her keying her door.
“Hey!” I yelled.
She instantly looked over.
“You wanna join me for breakfast? I can’t eat all 12 by myself!”
She laughed. “They why order them!?”
I shrugged my shoulders and she just laughed. “Yeah, I’ll be right over, just give me 10 minutes!”
I smiled. “Okay Beautiful. Take your time.”
She opened her door and walked in, leaving me standing there, so high off of her love that all I could do was smile to express what I felt. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but whatever it is, it’s all because of her. She changed me.

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She Changed "The Game"
FanfictionMichael Jackson, just releasing his "Thriller" album is a huge success. He and his best friend, Mark Daniels, get any girl they want by playing "The Game". Once specific night playing a round of "The Game", Michael meets residential Ariana Jordyn an...