I Could Fall In Love (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

I Could Fall In Love..77..

"Guh-REAT JOB!!" Devonte continues cheering.

"Oh my gosh!" I gasp and Michael picks me up and quickly carries me inside.

Once inside our room, I pull off my top, put on my robe, and cover my face.

This is so embarrassing.

I can not believe Devonte just saw me and Michael and he let it be known he was watching too!

What is wrong with that idiot?!

"He saw us, Michael." I squeak.

"Well, at least he enjoyed the show." Michael chuckles as he pulls on a different pair of pajama. "He clapped." I look over at Michael and give him a look. "Baby, he clapped. The show must have been great."

I sigh, seeing the comedy of the situation, and start giggling as Michael sits on the edge of our bed beside me.

.

Well, it is kind of funny, but I can't believe Michael isn't embarrassed.

He usually gets more embarrassed in these situations than I do.

I hardly ever get embarrassed and I am hugely embarrassed right now!

"Devonte enjoyed the show, Jazz." Michael smirks. "And you know, a happy fan is a loyal fan for life."

"Yeah, I bet." I playfully squint at him.

Ohhh, I get it now.

It's a "man thing".

Michael's glad Devonte saw us having sex.

To prove some kind of barbaric point.

Yeah, it's definitely a man thing.

Michael's loving this.

It's a man thing.

I smile and shake my head at him.

"But in all seriousness, come here, baby." Michael beckons before patting his lap. "Sit here in my lap." I do as I'm told before wrapping my arms around his neck. He kisses me long and hard then says. "Look, I don't want to pressure you, baby, I know you've been hurt, but I really wish you'd let me in. We're going to be together for the rest of our lives. Let me in, baby, please. Let me in."

We stare into each others eyes for more than a few moments.

If I don't expose my past to Michael, as horrible as it was, he'll never truly know me.

I breathe in. "How about this, babe, you can ask me a question a day about my past and I'll answer it."

Michael starts smiling. "Really?"

I guess he hadn't expected me to give in so easily or maybe he thought that option was better than nothing.

I love Michael, therefore I've gotta give a little or he'll start feeling like I'm pushing him away again.

And I'm NOT losing my man over some skeletons.

"Really." I concur. "But you'll have to bear with me; your questions may bring up some bad memories. Can you bear with me, baby?"

"Yes, I can, Jazzy." Michael kisses my forehead. "I love you, so I can definitely bear with you."

We start kissing as somebody knocks at our door.

"I love you more." I coo, standing from his lap, before walking over to the door. "Who is it?!"

"Teyonna!"

Damn, I forgot about her.

"Hey, Tey." I smile as I open the door."I'm sorry girl. I kinda got sidetracked."