I was on my way to Ashley's house in the limo so we could head to the Grammys tonight. I was only going because I was being awarded the Grammy Legend Award. I still held a grudge after being snubbed for my 'Bad' album.

It also helped that Dunk was presenting the award to me and Ashley was my date. The two of them make anything bearable.

As Wayne pulled up to Ashley's house, I went inside using my key. I was met with SWV blasting throughout the house. I looked around the living room and the kitchen and no one was there. I made my way to the stairs heading upstairs in search of Ashley to only be stopped by Alisha.

"No, you can't go up there. She's not ready yet," Alisha said with a poker face pushing me back towards the living room. I groaned, "Fine."

I grabbed a Evian water bottle and snooped around. This was always a habit of mine whenever I went to someone's house. You can find out a lot about a person by looking through their things. As I looked through the drawers in Ashley's office space, I found a picture of Ashley smiling as a teenager dressed in her high school cheerleading uniform. I chuckled looking at the picture.

I'm gonna have her make me a copy of this so I can have it. She looked so cute. I heard someone clear their throat behind me and I quickly placed the photo back and turned to look at who it was.

"Oh, hi Alisha," I said, trying to sound innocent. "You ain't slick," she said back smartly as I walked towards her. We both laughed as she stopped walking at the bottom of the stairs. "She'll be down soon. You're going to lose your shit when you see her."

I nodded knowing I would. We decided to match tonight. All three of us actually; myself, Ashley, and Janet. We'd all wear white. Ashley and I matched exactly with white and black, but I still had no idea what her dress looked like. She told me she wanted it to be a surprise.

"Is your brother single?" Alisha asked as we waited. I laughed at her, "Which one?"

"Jackie. That man is FINE," she said as she licked her lips. I laughed at her more. "Um, I'm not exactly sure but he's not married anymore if that's what you're getting at."

She nodded, "Will you tell him about me?" She asked. I continued to laugh at her. "I'm serious, Michael! Ashley has her Jackson, I want mine!"

"Sure, why not Alisha."

"Thank you," she said excitedly. I looked at her, "You do realize he's 8 years older than me right?"

"Michael, shut up. Age ain't nothing but a number. And plus, wouldn't it be nice to go on a double date with us?" She asked teasingly.

"No, I'll pass," I said, shaking my head. "Oh, whatever. Just tell him about me."

I laughed and nodded as Ashley called down, "Lish, where's Michael?" I smiled. "I'm right here," I spoke softly.

Soon after, I saw Ashley emerge at the top of her double staircase. I really did lose my shit like Alisha said I would. She looked so beautiful and her gown was beautiful. "Wow," I whispered as she walked down the stairs keeping her eyes on mine.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, I grabbed her hand and spun her around. "Wow," I said again. She looked like absolute perfection.

She smiled shyly under my gaze. "You look perfect," I said breathlessly. "This dress, my god. It's beautiful. And this slit, it makes me not want to go," I said whispering the last part.

She laughed, "Thank you Michael, but I'm not perfect," she said, shaking her head. "In my book you are."

She thanked me once more, "Let's talk about you. You look so handsome. I love this jacket, Michael. You look so good."

We smiled at each other until Alisha cleared her throat, "Hello? I'm still here, love birds." Ashley and I turned towards her and laughed. "Shut up, Lish. You're just mad," Ashley teased, sticking her tongue out at her. Alisha flipped her off as I laughed.

"I love you too Lish," Ashley said laughing and it made me think about the day I'd hear her say those words to me and I say them to her.

"Ready?" Ashley asked, knocking me out of my daydream. I nodded and grabbed her hand. "Bye Lish. Lock up please!" Ashley yelled out to her as we walked out the front door. "Will do! Have fun you two! Use protection! Actually don't! I'm ready to be an aunt!" Alisha yelled out back to us as Ashley facepalmed. "Go back in the house!"

Alisha laughed as she pointed two fingers at us. "Remember our deal Michael!" I nodded and got in the car behind Ashley.

"That girl," Ashley said as I closed the door.

Wayne took off and I watched Ashley, eyeing her up and down, biting my lip. She felt my stare and looked at me.

I scooted closer to her and started to sing lowly in her ear, causing her to chuckle.

"Oh baby, please turn yourself around

Oh, baby, so I can love you good

Oh, baby, I'll make you feel so good

Oh sugar, just like you want me to"

I caressed her legs as I continued to sing Marvin Gaye to her. I ran my hand along her thigh that was exposed because of her high slit and traveled my hand down.

She pushed my hand away playfully, "Michael stop!" she hissed giggling. I smiled at her, running my hand across her stomach.

I started to kiss her neck and she whispered in my ear, "Bill and Wayne!" I ignored her and kept kissing her neck. "Michael," she moaned quietly as she pulled away. I looked at her lustfully. We hadn't been intimate in a sexual way since I left for tour. It's almost been a year!

"Wayne, roll up the partition please," I said as I turned to look at her. "Behave back there you two! This is only a 10 minute drive!" Bill yelled, laughing causing us to chuckle.

"Now, where were we?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows. She giggled and kissed me. We only kissed and felt each other up since it was a short ride. "We're here, boss," Wayne said as he cracked the partition.

Ashley pulled away from our kiss and straightened her dress and fixed my hair collar. "We'll continue this later," she whispered before she pecked my lips.

I turned the kiss into something more but Bill knocked on the window interrupting us. I grabbed her hand, "Just hold my hand," I told her as I went to open the door.

"Wait!" Ashley said as she licked her thumb and wiped away some of her lipstick off my lips. "Okay, now we're ready." I pecked her lips once more, "You're mine later," I told her seductively before I opened the door.

As soon as I stepped out, the crowd screamed and I was blinded by flashing lights. I still smiled and waved before turning to help Ashley out of the car. I put my hand out for her to grab and she grabbed it as she got out, smoothing out her dress.

When everyone saw us together, the screams got louder and louder by the second and we couldn't even see Bill, Wayne, and Wes in front of us because of the flashes. "Hold onto me tight," I whispered in her ear. She nodded and we walked in with smiles on our faces, waving to a few fans.

We quickly hit the red carpet where we were bombarded with questions asking if we were a couple, if we were married, and even if Ashley was pregnant with my child. We laughed them off and just posed and smiled.

"Kiss! Kiss!" Paparazzi yelled out and I looked at Ashley as she looked at me. She cocked her eyebrow, challenging me. I wanted to kiss her, but I didn't want to place an even bigger tabloid target on her back so I kissed her cheek instead.

Ashley and I hung out in my dressing room watching the Grammys on TV until it was time for me to be awarded. We sat in the front row of the right stage. I held her hand tightly as a video of Eddie Murphy popped up with him teasing me.

Soon after, Janet appeared to present the award.

Janet Jackson appeared in her all white, pant suit attire with a new, bolder hairstyle.

"Hi, I'm Janet Jackson and I'm pleased to be here tonight to honor the man I love and admire as an artist and a person, my brother, Michael Jackson." The audience roared in applause as Michael smiled up at his sister and blew her a kiss.

Janet chuckled before she continued. "The grammy legend award is given for ongoing contributions and influence in the recording field but nowhere does it tell you what to do to become a legend. If I were to write a book of instructions using my brother as a guide, it would read something like this."

Behind Janet a video appeared of a book cover entitled, "How To Become A Legend," as Michael's song 'Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' played in the background.

Janet's soft voice was heard throughout the auditorium as she summed up 15 ways to become a legend using her brother as an example. A baby picture of Michael in the tub showed up causing a laugh to erupt in the audience.

The video ended and Janet stood there with the award in hand and smiled.

"Now, I'm very happy to present the Grammy Legend award for 1993 to my big brother Michael Jackson."

The cameras turned to Michael getting out of his seat with a smile as Ashley stood up beside him clapping excitedly and proudly.

As soon as Michael reached the stage, he hugged Janet tightly, smiling at her. "Congratulations Michael Jackson," Janet said, choking up as Michael chuckled at their little joke.

"No but-" Janet interrupted again, "I just wanted to say one thing and seriously I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you and how much you've inspired me and how proud I am to be your sister and how much I love you."

"Ohhh," Michael said as he hugged her once more.

Michael finally addressed the crowd, "I hope-I hope this finally puts to rest another rumor that has been in the press for too many years....me and Janet really are two different people." he said as he pulled her to his side hugging her, pressing his cheek against hers.

"In the past month, I've gone from where is he? To, here is he again," he said as the audience laughed, "But I must confess, it feels good to be thought of as a person and not a personality."

Michael continued his acceptance speech talking about how he wasn't aware of the public opinion that was placed on him and how it all stemmed from his childhood being swept away from him since the age of 5.

He also talked about the innocence of children and how we as a society should look to children to learn and grow.

Lastly, he thanked those around him.

"I also want to thank all those who have helped me channel my talent while here on earth. From the beginning, my parents, all my brothers and sisters, especially Janet."

He turned to her and smiled, "I am so proud of her it's incredible. I mean, I remember we were little and I used to ask her to be Ginger Rogers while I was Fred Astaire," the audience laughed while Janet nodded, chuckling.

"The Motown family, my teacher Barry Gordy, Diana Ross I love you. Susanne De Paz, the wonderful great Quincy Jones, Teddy Riley. My new godson Michael Gibb, my new Sony family; Iko Marita, Micky Shoehoff, Tommy Motolla, Dave Glue, Polly Anthony, thanks for making one of my most creative efforts, the album 'Dangerous' such an incredible success. I love you all so much, Sandy Gallin, Jim Morrey. Lastly, Ashley, thank you for being by my side. I adore you and all the fantastic fans around the world, I love you very much," he ended with a kiss.

As Michael and Janet walked off the stage, Michael pointed to Ashley to follow.

I was whisked backstage before the ruckus erupted leaving the auditorium. Wes guided me backstage and my picture was being taken from every direction.

I guess it was from Michael's words to me in his acceptance speech. I was shocked when he thanked me. I wasn't expecting it at all. I was happy nonetheless.

I reached Michael's dressing room and he and Janet were standing outside the door talking and laughing. I reached them and Janet grabbed me and hugged me tight as Michael watched us interact, smiling. "Ashley! You look great! I miss you!"

"Thank you, Jan. I've missed you too! And you look great! I LOVE this pantsuit and the hair, obsessed!" Janet laughed as she flipped her braids back, "New movie, new look," she teased.

I laughed at her, "Do yo' thang girl," I said, hyping her up. She waved me off. "Are y'all coming to the after party?" she asked, looking at both Michael and I.

I looked at Michael. I hadn't heard of any after parties. "Um, we might. I know Sony is throwing one and they want me there," Michael said softly. Janet nodded, "Then, I'll see y'all there?"

I looked at Michael, shrugging. "Do you wanna go?" he asked, looking at me, biting his lip. "Sure, yeah. I don't mind." He looked at Janet, "Yeah, we'll see you there."

Michael grabbed my hand to pull me into his dressing room, but Janet grabbed my arm stopping him. "Wait, I have to tell her something." Michael let go of my hand but cocked his brow at his little sister, wondering what she was up to.

"There's gonna be some cute guys there, so get ready," she whispered, bumping into me playfully. I laughed, "You are something else. Your brother would kill me if I was around other men."

At the word 'men,' Michael snapped his head in our direction, looking very serious and stern. "Janet, what did you say?" he asked, looking at her blankly. She turned to me for help and I just looked down trying to hide my smile. "Don't worry about it, Mike," she assured and I backed her up. "Nothing, she was joking."

Michael didn't seem to believe us so he just grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dressing room. As the door closed, Janet mouthed, "Sorry."

I waited for Michael to say something to me, but instead he just walked up to me slowly. "Hi," he whispered, grabbing my waist. I drooped my arms around Michael's neck. "Hi, Mr. Jackson."

He smiled at me. "Congratulations joker! I am so proud of you! Look at my baby, legend status!" I teased as he laughed.

He then raised his eyebrow, "Baby?" he questioned licking his lips and I looked away, hiding my smile. He laughed at me, "Thanks Smiles."

"You put me in your speech," I said lowly looking back at him as his grip got tighter. "Of course. You deserved it. I can't thank you enough for being by my side," he said smiling.

I didn't respond, I just placed a tender kiss on his lips. Soon after, Michael and I changed into more comfortable attire to head out for the after party.

Michael changed into a high neck, peacock patterned jacket while I changed out of my dress into a Christian Dior black pants suit that had beaded strips and two silver brooches.

"God, I can't get over you tonight," Michael said as he watched me fix my curls in his vanity mirror. I smiled at him through the mirror. "Thank you," I said shyly.

As we finished getting dressed, a few people walked in for pictures with Michael and I. Michael and I gladly took photos with all of them and photographers even snapped a few of just the two of us.

As we exited Michael's trailer, we were bombarded with press and flashing lights. Bill and Wes quickly put us in the limo, but only now, they surrounded the car.

Michael and I still smiled as we sat in the car waiting for Wayne. My cell phone ended up ringing in my clutch and it was my manager, Cameron, talking about something. I couldn't concentrate with all of the flashing lights and yelling.

Michael, always thinking of publicity, scooted closer to me in the limo and grabbed my face and started kissing my cheek, making the cameras go off even more causing me to smile and totally ignore Cameron.

(Let's pretend Brooke shields is Ashley LOL)

Michael continued to kiss my cheek in different poses as Wayne pulled off. Once we were cleared, we pulled the curtains to cover the windows and I turned to Michael. "The press is going to have a field day with that," I said, chuckling. "I know. That was my intention," he said, smirking.

Michael and I arrived at the after party and Janet found us as soon as we walked in. Michael was greeted by some people as Janet pulled me back by her. "Girl, Will smith is here," Janet said in my ear and right on cue, he walked up to us.

"Good evening, ladies," he said smoothly as he took our hands and kissed them. Janet and I looked at each other heavily amused. Will Smith was fine. There is no denying that. Rene caught Janet and pulled her away but she mouthed "Good luck" to me.

"I'm Will," Will said nicely. "Ashley," I said back. "Oh, I know who you are," he said, smirking, causing me to chuckle nervously. "Are you here with anyone?" Will asked and I nodded. "Uh, yeah. I am."

He looked beside me and behind me and I followed his eyes. "I don't see him anywhere? What kind of man leaves a beautiful lady like you alone at a party?" I chuckled at his flirtiness. He was smooth and slick.

Only when I looked past him, I saw Michael shooting daggers through me as Tommy Mottolla was talking to him. Michael wasn't even paying attention, he was fixated on me and Will. He was mad, I could tell.

I cleared my throat taking my eyes off of Michael, "I'm actually here with Mr. Jackson," I said pointing at Michael. Will followed my hand and his eyes widened as he turned back to me. "Damn, I didn't know that. He probably hates me! Did you see the look he gave me?" Will asked, scared.