Heaven Can Wait ♡ 18+

prologue

This was my first fanfic I wrote when I was bored it's terrible compared to my others so fair warning bc I hate it okay thanks.

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And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult- we were faced with more challenges.

I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning.

He was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew it. When he walked in every woman's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hyrbrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself. I always got this sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him.

And in that way I understood him and I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.

And I still love him. I love him.

- m

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Tell the angels no, I don't wanna leave my baby alone.
I don't want nobody else to hold you.
That's a chance I'll take.
Baby I'll stay, heaven can wait.
No, if the angels took me from this earth,
I would tell them bring me back to her.
It's a chance I'll take, maybe I'll stay..
Heaven can wait.

- m

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1991

"Fuck you, you fucking asshole. You fucking fuck asshole, piece of shit bitch!" Mawu screamed, before turning around and stomping through the Neverland grass, black strappy heels in her hand, her Chanel aqua dress dragging in the dirt. It was 2:40 in the morning.

"Did you give her something to drink? I said she couldn't have any. Who gave her alcohol?!" Michael demanded from one of his gaurds. The man shrugged. "Godfuckingdamnit." Michael sucked his teeth and ran to stop her. "Calm down, Mawu. She was just a friend. Just a friend," he pleaded.

She turned around, black lines down her face from her running mascara. "Just a friend?"

Michael caught up to her and held her shoulders.

"Just get back in the house.. I'll explain everything in the morning. Please." He knew she was drunk. And there was no use solving anything now.

"Yes, having your friend's dick in your mouth? What a friendly fucking gesture. That's true friendship Michael, true fucking friendship. You're full of shit!" She said, pushing him so hard he stumbled back. "Asshole." she threw a heel at his face. He held a hand to his stinging cheek and winced.

His bodygaurds came running and he held his hand to stop them. "No, I'll handle this." She was still walking away from him.

"Mawu.. where are you even going?"

"Anywhere. But. Here." she said waving one hand in the air.

"That's not even the direction to the gate. You're going the wrong way."

"Fuck YOU," she screeched. Mawu plopped down in the grass next to the pool and cried. She threw her heel in the pool in fustration and it made a loud splash. She brought her knees to her face and cradled back and forth.

Michael sat next to her, out of breath. He tried to hold her and she let him... for four seconds. She then started to hit his arms.

"Get the fucking fuck away from me you dirty fucking bitch!!" Her voice grew higher in pitch. "For years and you do this to me? To me, Michael?" she cried hysterically. He stopped touching her, letting her calm down. When her cries ceased he walked to the pool, bent down, and reached for her heel.

"Come on.. let's go inside. Please." he said, dripping heel in his hand. She was laying on her stomach in the grass, her face resting on her arms. He sighed and bent down to pick her up, carrying her in both arms.

"I hate you," she hissed at him as he carried her under the lights of Neverland, the moon reflecting on her dress.

"No you don't," he whispered back as the gaurd held open the door for him, allowing them to enter the house. He carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. "No you don't," he repeated.