A book containing mini series, short stories and one shots of your relationship with the King of Pop, himself. As you read along, I'd like for you all to visualize each imagine. By doing so, I'll know that my mission to have a successful book will b...
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1988
Exhaustion from the hard work you've completed for the week, you were at home, laying in your bed alone with nothing to do nor had anyone to share your boredom with. This was your everyday routine to your everyday life. Work, come home, be bored, sleep, repeat. But on this particular yet unanticipated day, your daily routine would soon change... for the better.
As you laid in your big and yet comfortable object of slumber, your telephone chimed, disturbing your laziness. "Ugh! Who could that be? I don't want to get up!" you whined with aggravation. You viewed the caller ID that reads unknown. "Not answering that." you said, going back to what you do best... nothing. After a couple more rings, the phone finally stopped. You sighed in relief. That is until the phone chimed again. "Are you fucking me?!" you questioned out loud with exasperation. You had no choice but to answer the phone.
"Hello?" you answered rather agitated. "Cranky much?" a familiar voice spoke angelically. Butterflies swooped around in your stomach as you listened to an old friend you haven't seen or heard in the months of his relinquish. "M-Michael?" you stuttered on your words, taking in his symmetrical giggles he makes. "Hello, Y/N." he greeted, making you tingle inside. "But... how?" "How what?" he quizzed you. "How are you talking to me? You're on the other side of the world!" "That doesn't mean I can't call my girl, can I?" Michael laughed forming you to laugh with him. "I guess not."
"Anyway... I miss you, Y/N." he confessed. You beamed a smile, wishing you could see how incredibly, breathtakingly, ravishingly beautiful Michael really was and is. It's regrettable of you to not tell Michael how you really felt towards him. "I miss you too, Michael. More than you could ever imagine. Six months too long!" you explained. "Six months is too long, but it's worth it because I am doing what I love." he replied. You smiled small, thinking about Michael rehearsing everyday before finally doing what he adores. Performing for his fans.
"But I miss seeing the lady in my life more." his statement made you tremble. "You do?" "I do.. I also miss the embraces she gives me every time I see her. Her delicate arms wrapping around my neck, as my arms wrap around her tiny waist. Smelling the sweet aroma amongst her beautiful body. How I wish I was there." he elucidated. Your breathing began to faint. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Is he talking about me?
"Well um... she must be a very special lady then, Michael." you swallowed your urges not to jump through the phone. "She is..." Michael whispered. At this moment, you wanted Michael in your arms. A simple phone call isn't enough. "Y/N..." "Yes, Michael?" you sung his name. Just his name in general is magical.
"What would you say if I asked you to be my girl?" he asked. You bit down your bottom lips, crossing your legs trying to comprehend what Michael just asked you. "I would say... yes." you answered. "Good.. cause I wouldn't take "no" for an answer." he chuckled. "Wait... did you just ask me to be your girl?" you queried him. "No... just wondering. As a theory of mine. Plus if I did, I would ask you face to face. Not through the phone." he said.
"Ohh.. I see." you said, quietly. Your heart sank to the floor hearing the man of your dreams say such inelegant words. "I have to go... rehearsal is calling me. It was nice hearing you, Y/N." he stated. You tried to hold yourself together from not crying on the spot. But with Michael... it's difficult. "Y-you too. Should call me sometime, man!" "I know! But I'm lucky to have this moment right here. But I really do have to go. Bye, Y/N." he said before hanging up.
You placed the phone back to the hook, resting your face on the pillow. Tears streamed down from both eyes as you rehear those horrid words Michael said to you. "Maybe it's for the best." you tried thinking positive.
Two hours later...
Hours past, and you're still upset. Well hell, you should be. You were basically rejected. Without him knowing. Who wouldn't feel that way? You heard someone by the door, knocking softly. You were too hurt to answer the door, but you had nothing else to do. "Coming!" you shouted, wiping the extra tears coming down your face. Usually, you would peep through the peephole, but some odd reason, you didn't. You swung the door open and you your surprise, you're faced with the old friend you haven't seen or heard in six months.
"Miss me?" he asked. You're shocked to see him in front of you. Michael just smiled, bringing your body closer to his own. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his own around your waist. "I never get tired of your sweet scent." he whispered softly. It's time to make your move.
You pulled back, looking into his brown specs of his pupils. You are showing him the love you have and want to give. Michael placed a hand under your chin, pulling you in for a passionate yet tender kiss. Slow... but amazing.
"Now that I have gotten your attention, may I ask you a question?" Michael said, placing his head on top of your own. You licked your lips, still recovering from the kiss you two shared. "Shoot."
Michael grabbed both of your hands. He looked deep into your eyes then asked...
"Will you be my girl?"
You answered his question by sealing him in with another passionate kiss.
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