[Michael Jackson Imagines + Zodiacs]

Groceries [bad era]

[Michael is not famous]

Your Name's POV

Silently you enter Arteaga's Starlite Supermarket pulling a shopping cart as you go. Since you and your friends have planned a dinner get together at your house, you've decided to make your best lasagna. You guide your chart towards the dairy, grabbing some ricotta, mozzarella, and parmesan cheeses. Also not far away you manage to find some ground beef, lasagna noodles, and finally olive oil. Making your way down to the fruits and vegetables section you pick out fresh tomatoes, parsley, and garlic.

"Where is the oregano?" You sigh searching through the greens. Rolling the bag and knotting it so the vegetables stay fresh, you roll your cart into the isles trying to find some help. You stop and catch an male worker in the corner of your eye. Cautiously you make your way over with your cart preventing to hit them.

"Excuse me, sorry. I can't find something in particular can you help me?" You ask kindly to the employee.

The male turns on his heels slightly and looks around the isle and then glances at you. Before you, at a very close distance, a man stood showing straight posture, with a tall thin figure. His chiseled face, extremely compact jaw topped with a pointed nose all concealed with smooth sallow tanned skin. Staring at him you couldn't help but to get lost into those piercing dark brown almond shaped orbs of his. Displaying a relaxed smile on his silky pink medium full lips, creating waves of goose bumps to form on your bare skin. Your body instantly shivers from head to toe with satisfaction, but the worker fails to notice. Gripping onto the handle of the shopping cart you wait for him to respond.

"Of course what are you looking for Miss?" He asks softly placing his large folded hands behind his back in a formal manner.

As you goggle him you notice he wore a cotton university red button-down shirt, put together with black wool slacks. Same color university red socks to match his shirt paired with black creased penny loafers. Thick curly black shoulder length hair topped with a red trucker cap. There's this one curl which just catches your eye, just falling in front of his left eye.

"Yeah just some oregano, I went t-the section and I couldn't find a-any." You explain with a lump in your throat.

"Aah I see, Italian dish?" He grins proudly while still having his hands behind, "Don't worry I'll help you follow me please." He adds before turning around and leading the way. You follow him scrolling your cart through the isle filled with varieties of citizens.

"Um yeah, is it obvious?" You blush while referring to earlier. This man must know his stuff, you thought.

"Haha yeah, I can also tell by the other items you have in your cart." He chuckles dodging all the people he would pass by. Finally stopping at the fruits and vegetables section which you had been before. "Oh.." Is all you can reply.

"Hmm where are you little oregano??" The man which you haven't learned his name yet asks playfully. You couldn't help but giggle at the sight and watch him in awe.

Adorable.

"Ah- ha gotcha! Here you go ma'am!" He smiles devilishly wide while biting on the bottom corner of his lip.

"Ma'am? I'm not that old!" You tease while watching him place the oregano in a plastic long bag after to just wrap it around his finger making a knot.

"I didn't mean it, Miss I'm sorry." He pouts.

"Aw I know I'm sorry don't apologize.." Your voice fades as you lean forward, eyeing a name tag.

Michael, it wrote with black permanent marker in a messy cursive handwriting, that you could understand. "Don't apologize Michael." You finish leaning back straight. His name sounded so foreign coming out of your mouth, but in the most thrilling way.

"But gee I must be blind!" You laugh awkwardly changing the subject.

"Nah, it's really hard to catch since there's a lot of green around." He chuckles looking around the area. "Yeah you're right, it's like a jungle in here right?" You ask glancing around as well. He starts to giggle lightly causing you to raise a brow. "What?" You ask with a sheepishly grin getting embarrassed.

"Nothing it's just that you said right, twice." He throws up a peace sign while letting out a breathless sigh. Feeling the heat rise up to your checks you're pretty sure your cheeks turned crimson.

"Oh well um silly me!" You laugh looking down at your filled cart. "Don't worry, but let's get these checked out, huh?" He suggests smiling warmly.

"Yes please!" You reply making your way with him to the cashiers and into line. Easy audible beeps can be heard from the cashiers, as they scan the choices  of their customers.

"I'll help out, stay in this line, okay?" He asks quickly. You nod just as quick not even listening to what he said.

~

As you both walk out of the supermarket, it begins to pour out strong tears. Michael runs while pushing the cart down the wet parking lot. He snaps his head from left to right not knowing where to go. "Michael over here!!" You yell skipping towards your pitch black Toyota Corolla. He rushes over and let's out a laugh breathing heavily.

"God, that was unexpected wasn't it?" He asks fixing his trucker hat.

"Totally, the forecast didn't mention any rain." You reply opening your trunk and moving some items for more room. He chuckles and places some bags neatly inside even with the rain drowning y'all.

"I just wanna say thank you, Michael. Really for coming out here in the rain and helping me. Gosh you're all wet I'm sorry." You babble moving more items for more space while he continues to put bags in. "Hey don't worry, it's my job and well you're a very nice beautiful woman." He answers quietly. Both of you look up at each other as you finish trunking. His face instantly flushes as he realizes what he'd just said.

"You really think so?" You blush viciously closing your trunk. He nods softly placing his hands in his pockets. Reaching out and placing your warm hand on his arm you grin. "Michael would you like to come to my dinner get together?" You smile.

"I would love too." He smiles back gracefully showing his whites.

A/N: Thanks for reading, this is my first imagine! Hope you enjoy! ❤️