speedin' on the freeway

(thriller!era) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ thinking about bumping into michael while he's taking a nightly walk with louie, staring in awe as the pop star strolled down the streets alone, no security present whatsoever. you stopped in your tracks—taking a small nightly walk yourself—watching as the most famous man in the world slowly traveled in your direction. he seemed to be speaking to the llama, his voice was soft and sweet, giggling to himself a few times during the conversation. his gaze fell from the animal and gradually trailed from the black asphalt up to you. he swiftly looked you up and down, shyly smiling as he stopped, the llama following behind as well.

"hello." he spoke faintly, smile still present. he stood there earnestly, one hand tucked in his pocket and the other on the rope attached to louie's halter.

"h-hi." you managed to actually let words escape out of your mouth, awesome! michael chuckled at your nervousness, the situation basically giving him a reminder that he was famous as hell.

he looked at louie, delicately stroking the fur on the side of his mouth. louie slowly blinked, his head moving to the side which allowed michael to continue his touching.

"say hello to the pretty lady, louie." he smiled, looking at you then back at louie. "hiya, pretty lady!" he mumbled through his mouth, attempting to speak as if he were the llama.

your nervousness melted into relaxation, trying to come back down to reality. the michael jackson stopped his midnight walk to talk to you. i mean, he was talking to a llama.. maybe he needed some socialism before bed to calm the nerves? you didn't know. whatever the reason may be though, you were just excited to be talking to someone so insanely popular—as well as insanely gorgeous, of course.

"what's a, um, pretty girl like you doing walking all alone?" he licked his lips, that familiar smile returning to his lips as he braced for a conversation. you giggled in return, gulping hardly from excitement. god, was it going to be a fun night.