Hey my readers! I was watching Magic Mike last night with a few girlfriends and really wanted to make an attempt to write a story about it! I imagined my oc to look like Stacey Dash. If this does well, great, if it doesn't that's okay too :). I hope you all enjoy!

Jasmine sat on her red padded window sill with her worn history notebook resting on top of her carmel colored thighs with her blue inked pen between her teeth, staring at the blank page.

This god damn paper was due tomorrow and she didn't even know where to start on the Fall of the Roman Empire.

She took the pen out of her mouth,bringing the point to the paper.

It was no use. Her first class is in five hours and she hasn't exactly been paying attention in her classes lately. The cause to her slacking in school? Her first boyfriend.

Yeah, it's incredibly cliche. Trust me, she knows.

But , Mike lit her world on fire the moment they met at her first hip-hop class she was forced to take with her sister Carrina.

There were over thirty beauties in the dance class, and he only paid attention to her.

That alone has never happened.

It's not that Jasmine was an ugly girl. She was beautiful. She stood at 5'5 who exercised regularly to keep herself in shape. She had almond shaped hazel eyes that drew you in the moment you looked into them.

On top of her beauty, she had a sweet personality with a touch of sarcasm.

She was just incredibly inexperienced when it came to guys.

Mike was bringing Jasmine out of her shell. Taking her places she has never been before. Making her feel things she's never felt about any guy.

She's not just talking about her virginity that no longer exists, ladies. These feelings go far beyond the physical stuff.

She believes it could be love.

Can you love someone after only dating a guy for eleven and a half months?

Jasmine's father Leroy sure didn't think so.

Though she boasts about how great he is to her, the fact that Mike is a twenty year old man with his seventeen year old daughter blurs away all the good with this relationship.

Maybe if her mom was still around, she could have explained to her father that a three year age difference is really not that bad.

No, Jasmine's mom Hilary didn't die. She left her father when Jasmine was only five years old. Leroy never remarried nor did he date. He just worried about taking care of his girls and giving them everything he could.

Small pebbled rocks hit against Jasmine's window, breaking her out of her Michael Lane trance.

She turned her head and smiled ear to ear at the sight down below.

Jasmine tossed the book off of her lap, her pen not too far behind, both of them sliding across her wooden floor.

She stood on her knees, lifting her window open.

"Hey beautiful," he whispered, not wanting to tip off her dad.

"Hey Mike."

"You ready to get the hell out of here, my damsel in distress?"

"I can't. I have a paper to write that is due tomorrow. It's worth eighty percent of my grade. I'm falling behind in school, Mike. I have to catch up. Maybe this Friday, we can go out."

"It's Monday, Jas. I'm not waiting that long to spend time with you."

Her carmeled colored skin started to turn red, shaking her head, praying her skin would go back to its usual color.

"Can I come up for a bit?"

"No."

"Please. One hour tops."

His pleading green eyes made her give in every fucking time.

"One hour. I mean it, Mike. No later."

He jumped in excitement and began climbing the tree on the side of his girlfriend's house.

Jasmine got up from the window sill, pulling him in through the window.

He collapsed on top of her, causing her to fall onto the floor, the loud thump no doubt heard throughout the whole home.

"Shit!," the couple whispered in unison.

Jasmine could hear her father coming up the stairs to her room.

"I'll hide under the bed."

"No! That's such an obvious place to hide. Hide in my closet."

"And that's not obvious?"

"Mike, just go," she shoved him toward the closet, closing the doors once he was inside.

"Jas? Jas, is everything okay?", Leroy knocked on his daughter's closed door.

Jasmine opened the door, giving her dad a friendly grin.

"What's up, dad?"

"Is everything okay? I heard a loud noise come from your room."

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just dropped my jewelry box on the floor, that's all."

He looked past her, looking around her room for her touble making boyfriend.

"Okay. Get some sleep, Jas. It's close to three in the morning. You have school in a couple of hours. "

"I will. Night. Love you."

"Love you too, baby girl," Leroy rounded the corner, heading back downstairs to the living room to watch tv.

Jasmine quickly closed the door, running over to the closet doors.

Once the doors were open, she threw herself at Mike.

He effortlessly lifted her into his arms, dropping the both of them onto her bed.

"Is this why you came over? So you can get laid, Michael Lane?," she asked as he pulled off his black wife beater, dropping it on the floor.

"You threw yourself at me, Jasmine Michaels. I'm just doing what any guy would do. Giving you what you want."

Her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer.

"Since you're over here, I think we should talk about what's going to happen when I move out of Tampa. "

Mike rested an arm above Jasmine's head, his fingers playing with her wavy light brown hair.

"We can still visit each other."

"Mike, I'm moving to California. It's not exactly around the corner."

Jasmine and her family are moving to San Francisco in less than two weeks. Her father got this great architect job out there that he couldn't turn down. Great news for Leroy, bad news for Mike and Jas.

" My point still stands. We'll visit each other."

"It won't be the same. You know what they say, out of sight, out of mind."

"That won't be our case, Jas."

"Yeah it will. It happens to every couple. Tampa is crawling with hot girls. Plus, you're not exactly hard on the eyes, Mike. "

He shook his head, giving his girlfriend a comforting peck on the lips.

"I appreciate the concern, but I don't want any other girl but you, Jas. What can I do to get your mind off this? You want a lap dance?," he whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe gently, causing her to shiver.

"Mike.. I'm serious," he buried his face in her neck, sucking the sensitive skin, her hands running through his short brown hair.

"So am I."

"Wait until six months from now, you won't be singing that same song."

Mike pushed himself off of her, sitting by her feet.

"Are you trying to start a fight so we can break up? Is that it?"

Jasmine sat up, sitting Indian style, taking Mike's large hands in her petite ones.

"No, that's not what I'm doing."

"It sure seems like it. You're basically urging me to fuck other girls. Why? Do you think you're gonna want to fuck other guys once you move to California?"

"No, I just.. Long distance relationships tend to fail the moment someone moves away. I'm scared that will happen to us. I don't want us to end up hating each other. Maybe we should just be friends."

10 years later:

A pair of hands covered Jasmine's eyes as she finished up her column on the Do's and Don'ts for Fall's Fashion for Women.

"Guess who?"

"Monica."

Monica moved her hands off of her eyes, leaning against Jasmine's desk.

"Damn, you're good. You still coming with me and Kayla to club Xquisite, right?," she picked up the apple off of Jasmine's desk, taking a bite.

"Wait, you said club Xquisite?"

"Yeah."

"I can't go. I have too much work to do."

"Jasmine Michaels, why are you dodging hot men stripping down to nothing? Unless.. you're batting for the other team."

"No, nothing like that."

"Then what is it?"

"You won't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"I used to date Mike."

"Mike? As in Magic Mike? The magic Mike?"

"Yeah."

"You're coming tonight, even if I have to throw you over my god damn shoulder. I want to see if he remembers you."

"I doubt he does. It was ten years ago."

"Crazier shit happens."