Imagine This.

He's Your Dad's Friend!

You're seventeen and you live in Los Angeles. You live under a roof where your father is extremely protective and your mother is the cool one. Your father's friend is moving here and is going to visit, to "catch up". Your birthday is coming up in a few months and you're excited.

You spray Beyonce's perfume and head out of your bedroom to hear a plethora of voices. You go down the stairs and see Dads friend, Michael. He's always been very sexy to you but it's never came to the point where you're crushing on him... Only if he wasn't dads age. He looks pretty young but you would never cross that line, well if you had a chance.

Michael shows his pearly whites and hugs you. You smile and take a seat on the couch as your mother and father continue their conversation with Michael. You watch them laugh and Michaels curls bounce in his face as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. You shake it off and pull out your cellphone to occupy yourself.

"You should show Y/N! She loves James Brown, she's obsessed!" Your head shoots up and you turn red as your mother describes your room that is covered with James Brown glory. You look down as Michael laughs at you and agrees with your mother.

"Would you like that Y/N?" Michael asks you and you look up and furrow your eyebrows. "Go where?" You click your phone off and give him your undivided attention. "There's a museum in Dallas and it's in honor of James Brown" you try to control your smile but you smile widely and shoot up from your seat.

"Yes!" They all laugh and whisper to each other after that, forgetting you're there. You sigh and jog up the stairs and shut the door of your room. You blast the music and start to dance as "Something New" came on. You roll your hips and look at yourself in the mirror and admire your curves and model in front of the mirror, laughing at yourself. You lip the words and pretend the mirror is the camera and you're shooting a music video.

You continue to dance and roll your hips as you lower your legs and you pop your chest out to the beat and you pretend Chris Brown is admiring you and you rock side to side and bite your lip. You lip the words and shake your head. You roll your hips in a circle and blush hard as Michael is standing in the doorway. He chuckles and you turn the music down.

"You're really good" he smiles and you thank him. He clears his throat and sighs "Well your mother said to keep it down in here. I'll leave you to it.." He winks at you and shuts the door behind him. And you turn up the music again and start to dance to another song.

What was that wink about?

You plop yourself on the bed and try to finish the essay you have to do for English class on your laptop. You use the remote to turn the music down, so you could focus and you lick your lips...

Michael

I smile as I shut the door of Y/N's room. I sigh and slap my forehead and try to push the thoughts away of Y/N. I'm so stupid and hard headed. She's young and she wouldn't want anyone like me. You would think she's older with a body like that... I slap myself again and huff as I walk down the hall.

When I saw her dancing, I was amazed. She's really good, especially when she rolled those big hips of hers... Crap. I need to bleach my mind.

I need to push those feelings away.

"Thank you, Michael!" Regina thanks me and I nod as I walk over to the couch. Richard hands me a beer and I set it down on the table.

"How's life man? Have a girl yet?" I chuckle and shake my head. "I haven't found the one yet..I don't think that's possible" I chuckle and lean on my knees. Y/N pops through my mind but I couldn't say 'Y/N!' He would beat my ass and accuse me of being a pedophile or something.