imagines | mj

he yells at you. (bad era)

You were sitting on the kitchen counter on in Neverland, munching on a bag of chips you found unopened on the table. Your mind would have usually been on how good your snack was (fore food was always a must!), but currently the only thing that was on your mind was Michael. He had been busy for about two weeks, and his day consisted of driving to the studio, locking himself in, coming home during the late hours of the night, and leaving again in the morning. Then the cycle would repeat. He was hard at work on his new studio album, Bad. You were proud of him; he was working so hard to please his fans and change the music industry. You were usually asleep by the time he came home and when he left in the morning, preventing you from even getting in an exchange of hi's and I love you's. You missed him dearly, and there was nothing currently that was in the way of going to visit him.

    So, with that thought in mind, you hopped off the counter and chuckled to yourself. You had eaten the whole bag while thinking, which was a duration of 3 minutes. Throwing the bag away, you walked out of the main house and towards your car. You wanted to see him desperately, so you decided to drive yourself there. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought of seeing his big brown eyes and angelic face.

    Arriving at the studio, you entered the lobby and smiled at the receptionist. She was a plump woman, seemingly in her 40s, with short brown hair and a fair complexion. You placed your hand on the desk, and prepared to politely ask for what floor and room Michael was in, but she interrupted you in a flurry before you could get anything out. "Oh, I know just who you are!" she whisper-yelled, "I won't say a word. He's on floor 5, room 2B. So nice to see you!"

Nodding noticeably, you smiled once again and thanked her. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Bauner." you replied gracefully as you read the tag on her desk, "Hope to see you again sometime." Returning her friendly wave, you headed towards the elevator to get to the studio your boyfriend was in. You watched the numbers on the top of the elevator change slowly and couldn't help but get more excited with each number. You couldn't explain how much you were looking forward to seeing him after such a long time. The elevator door opened, taking you out of your worked up mind, and you headed to room 2B.

    You saw some security guards guarding the room, so you knew you were at the right place. Nodding to the familiar faces, they stepped aside and allowed you to enter the long awaited room. You could hear the sound of innovation as you fully stepped inside the recording studio. And there he was.

Looking fine as ever.

He had his focused face on, the one where his eyes were closed and his face scrunched up with passion every now again as he delivered strong vocals to the song. His voice was very soothing and you almost melted on the spot. Waving slightly to Quincy, he gave you a nod of acknowledgement, signaling he would greet you properly after he finished what he was doing.

    Michael still hadn't realized you were on the other side of the booth, being so into the song and his contributions. You decided to let them finish before you greeted anyone, so you walked around a little and explored out of slight curiosity. You found some papers with lyrics on them, scribbled on in Michael's hurried handwriting. The titles varied from Speed Demon to I Just Can't Stop Loving You. You smiled as you saw the lyrics to I Just Can't Stop Loving You, you remembered the day he wrote this song and presented it to you. He had shown you the song after a romantic date right in Neverland, along with the beat he hoped to have for the song. He told you that he had written the song in about half an hour, just looking at you one afternoon. You nearly cried on the spot, but he hushed you and held you in his arms, kissing your eyelids softly after you closed them in contentment.

    After reminiscing, you placed the papers on another table beside you and smiled as you realized that they had come to a stop. Facing Quincy, you gave him a friendly hug as he greeted you warmly. "Hey, Y/N. Long time no see, huh? Nice to see finally see you after about a century in hiding. Were you hibernating?"