You Give Me Fever || Michael Jackson

Chapter 57: Acting Different

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June 12, 1993

Well, it's me and Michael's two year anniversary in two days, but he's said nothing about it to me. It's a little strange, to be honest.

I've been sorting out his present – granted, it won't be as good as last year's present, announcing I was pregnant, but it'll make him smile, I hope.

"Michael?" I call from the living room.

I hear his footsteps approaching, and he peeps his head around the door, "You rang, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," I chuckle. "I was wondering, like... cos it's our anniversary in a couple days, are we gonna do anything special for it?"

He goes to speak, but then I interrupt him quickly.

"Like, last year, we couldn't do anything cos I was pregnant, but this year I'm free, so... maybe we could do something?"

He gives me a guilty look, before walking fully over to me and taking my hands in his.

"Listen, babe. I-I don't want you to hate me for this, but... I'm not getting you anything to signify our anniversary this year."

I lick my lips, feeling them dry up. A sense of disappointment drowns my heart – not because he isn't getting me anything – but because it almost seems as if he forgot about our anniversary.

"Um," I clear my throat, feeling it start to congest. "That's okay."

"You're not mad, right?" he asks.

"N-No! Of course not. Don't worry," I smile falsely. "But we're gonna be together on our anniversary, aren't we?"

"Of course! See, I figured that having each another would be enough, right?" he smiles.

I swallow, "Uh, yes. Of course, Michael."

"Great," he grins. "You didn't already buy me something, did you?"

I fight my eyes not to widen, as I shake my head slowly. He gives a closed-mouth smile, and ruffles my hair as if I'm some sort of dog.

"I'll go make tea then, okay?" he suggests.

I simply nod, feeling a little down, "Okay."

He leaves the room without saying another word. Normally, he would say "I love you" or kiss me before he left me anywhere, but not this time.

He's been acting different lately. Like, he almost seems to be going off me. A couple days ago, he was just fine, but now he seems to be trying to avoid me or disappoint me as much as he can.

I don't mind as much that we aren't exchanging presents for our anniversary – it's more the fact that he didn't say it sooner, before I got him something.

"Michael," I call. "I'm just going upstairs; I'll be back in a minute."

"Okay," he calls from the kitchen.

I head upstairs, to the bedroom, and once I'm there, I sit on the bed. I place my hand under my shirt, fishing for something, until I bring out the necklace Michael got me for our first anniversary.

The writing is still there, but the pendant is a little tarnished, because I've never taken this necklace off, apart from bed time and when I shower.

It's all for L.O.V.E.

That's what it says on it. The picture of me and Michael, and the little family picture are still in there. Such happy memories and happy times – and hopefully more will come soon.