diana

𝑴𝒚 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒇 / 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

⁠⪩⪨ Loving You - Off The Wall Era

⁠⪩⪨ Adored at its finest -Mature Era

⁠⪩⪨ Across The Room - Jackson Era

⁠⪩⪨ Unexpected Proposal - Thriller Era

⁠⪩⪨ Stupidly inlove - Thriller Era

⁠⪩⪨ Can’t help it - Bad Era

Note: More fanfics are on the way!

- Requests are open! Feel free to request or give suggestions for me write.

Your love for animals was endless, like endlessly. Maybe it was because your heart was too pure for animals, and seeing them hurt or alone made your heart felt like it got stabbed.

You often get called for being too “naive,” but you’re just caring to everyone and you believed animals deserve to feel cared too.

So, you picked up a job to work at the zoo. Tons of animals, and you get to guide and help people get around. To you it’s dream job, everyday you arrive with a big smile being all jolly.

To your coworkers, they hated the job. They sometimes wonder how did you even have so much energy at 8 in the morning. If they were being honest, they had never seen someone who loves going to work more than you.

You were currently feeding a baby tiger, with such a bright smile. You were very gentle, being patient with its eating.

Meanwhile your boss was freaking out in his office. He saw that Michael Jackson, himself booked a reservation to visit the zoo. He was trying to decide one thing at a time, but it was too frustrating so he called you in.

You walked in with a smile and waving. “Hi boss!-“

“Okay! Listen’ you’re the only worker who I trust..enough?”

He sounded confused himself halfway because did he really trust you? Sure, compared to other workers you knew what you were doing. Except, you one time tried to hug a full grown giraffe.

“Well, enough for this quest. Look, Michael Jackson is coming to our zoo tomorrow! I need you to show him around, give him some lessons about the animals!”

You looked at him with a smile and then it flattered a bit, tilting your head. “Michael Jackson? Wait! Michael Jackson?!”

“Mhm!”

“You’re lying!”

“Nope!”

As soon as you stepped out of your boss’s office, a cold breeze hit you. Michael Jackson? Well, your family goes crazy over his music. Your sister calls him the “sexist man alive,” and well you were just there.

You read a newspaper of him owning a chimpanzee once, you still have that newspaper kept tucked away somewhere in your apartment. You found it sweet, so sweet that it felt that someone out in the world adored animals like you.

Tomorrow arrived with anticipation and excitement. You woke up earlier than normal, eating breakfast, and arriving to the zoo early because Michael reserved it earlier than opening.

As soon as you parked your car, you saw your boss talking to some security guard. You got out, and grabbed your bad walking over.

You were met with the security guard stern face, making you felt somewhat self-aware. Your boss and the security guard continued to talk, and you were focusing your attention on your shoes.

Then another car arrived and parked right behind the first car, your eyes looked up with wide eyes. If you looked hard enough, you would see Michael Jackson himself in the backseat.

Your demeanor slipped, and suddenly your insides feel very twisted. You felt shy, and you weren’t the type to get shy but here you are.

As the conversation wrapped up, Michael was getting out of his car with a random guy all dressed up formally opening his door. Maybe a bit anxiety slipped through your veins.

You were face to face with Michael and if you assumed right, his bodyguard was right beside him.

“Hi! Welcome Mr. Jackson to our zoo!” Your boss voice cut in, his hand extended to shake Michael’s and his bodyguard’s hand.

“No, no call me Michael.”

You watched interaction quietly with wide eyes. Your mind started to shift somewhere else, like his voice. His voice was so soft, gentle, and it sounded very seductive-

“My worker here, would be happy to show you around the zoo!”

Your attention was right back on track. You gave a shy smile, well shyer compared to the ones you give on a daily basis. He gave you a smile right back.

With that, you are walking with Michael and his bodyguard. You led him to the tigers.

“Mr. Jackson-“

“Call me Michael.” His voice was gentle and soft as he spoke to you. You looked at him and smiled softly, nodding at him.

“Michael, these are the tigers. They are my favorite. Some people thinks they are aggressive, but not at all. I would give them names on my freetime!”

You continued to ramble about tigers, and adding fun facts. You were surprised how quickly you went from shy to back to your usual self. As you continued to gestures towards to tigers and their habits, Michael’s eyes weren’t on the tigers.

They were on you.

The more he listens to you speak, the more he wanted to get to know more. Not about the tigers, about you.

He originally wanted to go to the zoo, so that he could be around more animals. Maybe considering to learn a thing or two, so that in the future he could adopt one and give them a home.

He took note on the way you always smiled, gestures with your hands when you get excited, and he took note of how gentle you were when you fed the tigers.

“Cmon! I want to show you the flamingos!”

That was what brought him back to reality. He gave a gentle nod, as Bill and him followed your lead.

“Wait! You forgot to do something Michael!”

“What may that be?”

“Wave goodbye to the tigers!”

He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head. Then he waved at the tigers, as he looked at you.

“Better?”

“Mhm!”

Throughout the visit, he couldn’t help but find himself smiling nonstop. You really were the light bulb in a room of darkness. He could stare and listen to you talk forever.

As you wrapped up your zoo session with Michael, you became very aware that his eyes were on you.

“It was lovely meeting you Michael! I hope to see you again visiting our zoo! I am pretty sure the animals loved you!”

“Mhm. You don’t have to worry about not seeing me again.”

“I-I am sorry?”

“I meant..I wouldn’t worry about not seeing animals again!” He winced about how bad that sounded. That sounded terrible to his own ears.

You gave him a nod and a smile walking him and Bill back to the front again. After he said his goodbye to you, you said yours too.

As soon as he left, your boss immediately started to question you so much that you didn’t get a chance for the adrenaline of just meeting Michael Jackson to settle.

“Did you show him the elephant?!”

“What did he say when you showed him the tigers?!”

“Did he enjoy it here at the zoo?!”

You looked at your boss, letting out a sigh as you nodded. Then you walked back to sit at a bench. You felt a bit disappointed that this was the only time you will see Michael.

You really did enjoy your time with him, and when the adrenaline wore off you felt a bit lonely? Was this normal? You had never been upset before, and especially not over a man.

On the other hand, Michael was rambling to Bill about you. He couldn’t get you out of his head, and he was already anticipating his next visit.

“Y’know, she seems like she really does care for the animals.”

Bill glanced at the rear view mirror, and shook his head. “Mhm. So you like her? Am I right?”

“No! I just met her.” That was a lie.

“You sure? It seems like you enjoyed her presence rather than the animals.”

“W-what?! But did you see how gentle she was?”

“Mhm.”

“Her face was beautiful.”

“Mhm.”

“Just like all of her.”

“Alright. I get it. You’re inlove and too scared to admit it Joker.”

“Fine. You caught me.”

“It wasn’t hard to not catch on.”

Few weeks ever since you last saw Michael, and you continued your job and continued to live your life.

Living your life plus receiving gifts and letters. Ever since the interaction with Michael, you had gotten letters and gifts. Gifts like flowers, keychains, or even a stuff animal.

It could be a little note that said, “Do good today! - Michael.” You would bite down a smile everytime, and your coworkers catched on pretty fast.

Your smile usually would be bright and full of life but when you read a letter or receive a gift from him, your smile would be full of love and shyness.

Oh not to mention, you got his letter from a few days ago and he gave you his number with a note attached to it.

“To hear you speak :)”

That phone was hot, and you wouldn’t be surprised if your phone bill was going to be high this month.

You were asleep, tucked in your bed. Your apartment was quiet, and you barely had any energy today. You stayed home, because you felt sick.

Your telephone was ringing, for about the 10th time today.

You didn’t answer it. You knew it was Michael, maybe once you get better you will call him back and tell him your telephone was broken. You didn’t want him to worry, because the other day he expressed how tired he was from being at the studio nonstop.

You tried to let the guilt go away. Your body felt weak, and your voice was almost gone. If you picked up that phone, Michael would immediately know you’re sick without you saying anything.

10 minutes passed, you were drifting off until you heard a knock in your apartment front door.

You frowned as you sat up slowly, trying to wake yourself up. You got off the bed, walking towards the door. You opened it and your eyes went wide when you saw Michael standing infront of you.

He looked wrecked. Worried.

You immediately straightened up, and tried to act normal. You looked sick, but you were too stubborn to admit it.

“Why haven’t you been picking up my calls? I have been worried sick.!”

“I-I am sorry.” Your voice raspy which made Michael frowned as he took a step forward cupping your face.

“Your face is burning. You’re sick. Why hadn’t you said anything.?”

“I didn’t want to bother you. But it’s fine! I will get better in a few days!”

“No you won’t if no one takes care of you! I am staying here with you until you get better.”

You managed a nod because you were too tired to argue, and especially since it is Michael. He led you back in bed, and helo you settled in as he left the room to go to the kitchen.

There he got you warm water and medicine. He walked back and placed them on the nightstand, while gently helping you drink your medicine. As he got up to take the cup back to the kitchen, you grasp onto his wrist gently.

“Stay in bed with me tonight Michael.” His heart stopped for a moment as he looked at you. He looked into your eyes, and then he nodded with a small smile.

When Michael came back, he was lying in your bed with you. You shifted and snuggled closer to him. He froze, he didn’t know what to do.

Well..it would’ve been a lie if he said he hadn’t thought of this moment since the day he met you.

He gently wrapped his arms around you. Resting his chin rested on the top of your head. He kissed your forehead as he gently stroke your hair.

“You’re gonna get sick Michael..” You muttered against his chest as he smiled softly.

“I don’t mind.”

“I do though.”

“You’re going to get sick, and you won’t be able to work on your album.”

“Since, I am gonna get sick I might as well enjoy this moment.”

With that, he cupped your face and pulled you into a kiss. You melt into it. You had been waiting for this moment. You kissed him back softly, as he held your face gently.

Weird way to ask if you were finally his, but it works because it’s you.

Your apartment was quiet, and since Michael was staying over for tonight he brought his playfulness with him. He tried to convince you to move in with him because he didn’t want to be “alone.”

You already knew the real reason was because he didn’t think it was safe for you to live alone. You told him that you were capable of living alone, but he still didn’t budge.

“Baby! Come to bed, you have been over there for soo long.” His voice cut you off mid way taking off your earrings. Setting them at the vanity, you looked at him through the mirror and gave him the biggest eye roll.

“I am not going anywhere Mikey, slow down.” You said with a sigh as you continued to take off the other earring. Meanwhile, Michael was looking around your room until he landed on the newspaper at the nightstand.

He picked it up and read it, and apparently Prince made headlines with his new song “Purple Rain.” As he continued to absorb his attention in the newspaper he didn’t realize that you came over to the bed.

A curious thought came in his head as he suddenly faced you.

“Baby, question.”

“Yes, Mikey?” You were fixing your pillow and blanket not really looking at Michael.

“What do you think about the song Purple Rain? Hm?”

“I think it’s good.”

His brows furrowed as he looked at you trying to find if you were serious. You met his eyes as you bit down a laugh, then poked his arm.

“W-wait! Baby. Be honest, do you really really like it?”

“Mikey..it’s a good song.”

“Okay..! Okay.” He sighed out, as he reached over the nightstand to turn off the light. As he settled down on the bed, he immediately reached for your waist.

You chuckled softly, as you turned towards him gently resting your hand on his chest. The night was peaceful, very peaceful,

Until the morning.

You were cooking breakfast, and Michael was drinking orange juice. Well, drinking orange juice with the side of questions.

For example:

“Well, if hypothetically..Prince makes another big hit would you love it?”

“If! Purple Rain was a cover, would you still love it?”

You gave him a plate of eggs and bacon, with a sigh you shook your head. “You’re ridiculous Mikey. You’re acting like a jealous boyfriend right now.” You teased as you took a bite of food.

He gave you a slight pout, and rolled his eyes. “I-I am not being ridiculous! It’s just a hypothetical question!”

“I have a feeling you won’t drop this. I love you, and all I said is that I liked the song. Thats it.”

“Okay.! But-“

“No more but’s! Eat your eggs and bacon before it gets cold Mikey.”

The morning was definitely a tough time to handle a stubborn Michael. You managed to get through the day at work while he spent the day in the studio.

When you came home to your apartment you saw a bouquet of pink roses on the coffee. You smiled and walked over to pick up the flowers, but a note fell out of it.

“Pink is better than purple! Love you baby. -Michael :)”

You let out a sigh as you went over to the cabinet to grab a vase to put them in. While looking for a vase, you saw a purple vase with a sticky note attached to it.

“I prefer the flowers in a prettier color, not this one. :)”

You rolled your eyes and bit down a smile. You grabbed a different color vase and put the flowers in it. As you fixed the flowers inside the vase, you heard the telephone ring.

You rushed over and picked it up, “Hello?”

“Hi baby! Did you get the flowers?”

“Mhm. Pretty hard not to miss.”

“That’s good.”

“Mikey, it feels like you’re banning me from interacting with the color purple!”

“U-Uh..I gotta go! Bye! Love you baby!” With that, the line went dead.

You rolled your eyes, as you collapsed on the couch. What is his deal? You love Michael, you truly do. But at some point, he may just have to admit he is a very jealous boyfriend who can’t hide it.

For the next 3 weeks, Michael made sure you knew how much he loved you. 3 weeks of pure loving you. Making love, giving you extra affection, and being very clingy.

You noticed it. How could you not? It was very clear that he was scared you would leave him. You found it ridiculous but cute at the same time.

Until one night, you decided to finally talk to him about this nonsense.

After a passionate love making night, you were tangled up against Michael. He was staring at the ceiling while lightly tracing your bare back. You looked up at him and pushed yourself a bit up.

“Mikey?”

“Hm? Yeah baby?”

“Be honest. For the last 3 weeks, you have been acting extra loving because for what reason?”

“W-What? I have always been this way.!”

“I know you are very loving, but you have been making love to me almost every night! Not that I am complaining..but before everything you never done that and especially every night!”

“Fine..you remember the night where I asked you about how you felt about the song Purple Rain?-“

You let out a long sigh as you sat up, not even bothering covering yourself. “Really! Mikey! You have got be kidding me!”

“I am sorry baby! I just couldn’t help but feel a bit..insecure.?” You looked at him, and then interlaced your hand with him. His eyes widen as he looked at you.

“Mikey..how many times do I have to tell you? Hm? I only liked the song, and not him that made it?”

“I-I know baby, but I can’t help but feel a bit insecure.” You shook your head softly as you lay your head on his chest, pecking kisses on his chest. His hand tightened around yours as he let out a soft sigh.

“I love you and only you Mikey. I am inlove with all of you.”

“I love you too baby..I-I am sorry for being crazy the last 3 weeks.”

“You weren’t crazy, you were just worried. That is what love makes you do.”

He chuckled softly and shook his head softly, then kissed your forehead. You both eventually fell asleep, and he finally slept peacefully.

The clock ticked, as it had just hit 1:00AM. At this time, the apartment was supposed to be quiet, right?

You weren’t sleeping, you couldn’t sleep. You were frustrated, and overwhelmed with this feeling that you hated.

Envy.

Lately you had felt neglected by your own boyfriend. Michael never came home the time he promised he would be home at. You understood that he was very busy in the studio and that it was his responsibility, but you can’t help but doubt yourself.

Then, you overheard him talking on the phone with someone random girl. That was the last straw for you. Jealousy, irritation, and anger filled you. You rarely got angry with Michael, but he just pushed your buttons.

You heard the front door open, and immediately got under the covers facing the wall pretending you’re asleep. You pretended to be asleep for a couple of minutes, until you heard the bedroom door open slowly.

Michael opened the door slowly and closed it quietly not wanting to wake you up, assuming you were asleep. He moved around the room, getting changed into his sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt.

He settled in bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your body against his. You frowned as you tugged off his arms, “I am trying to sleep Michael.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, confused on why you were acting the way you were. You never called him by his first name, now he was very confused. “Baby? W-what? Are you mad? Did I do something?-“

You shrugged and pulled the covers up higher towards you, “I don’t know. Maybe you should ask..the other woman in question.”

“What are you talking about baby?”

“Seems like you know what I am talking about.”

He sat up and faced towards you, brows furrowed towards each other while looking at you.

“No I don’t.”

You didn’t even bother looking at him in the eye, instead you continued to face the wall. You stayed quiet, and shrugged him off while he sat there looking at you trying to find an explanation.

“Baby. You can’t expect me to sit here while you are all gloomy.” He said as he gently tried to make you face him.

“Go talk to that other girl, perhaps you would much rather spend time with her than me.” You finally turned towards him, locking eyes with him.

His eyes widen as he thinks for a moment, “What other girl..? Baby, I don’t get it-“

“See. Playing dumb. It’s all making sense now.”

“Baby! What are you talking about? You’re making me confused!” Michael ran a hand in his hair looking at you with genuine confusion, maybe a bit of concern.

You finally snapped. “Michael! You don’t have to hide it! You had been coming home late, a-and calling some other woman! You have been seeing someone behind my back-“ Your throat started to tighten up, as your eyes got watery.

Michael looked at you in horror, and the only question running through his mind was:

“Was this why you were a bit distant a couple of days before?”

He pulled you into a hug, as you sobbed into his t-shirt soaking it. “Oh baby..I am sorry. I didn’t know you thought it that way.”

As much as he tried to be serious, he bit down a smile.

You continued to sob and then chocked out, “Then what way! Clearly there isn’t any other way Michael!” Then you looked at his face, seeing that he was biting down his lip while smiling.

He laughed softly as he shook his head. He couldn’t believe that this was what you thought the whole time. You frowned a bit as you looked at him, has he gone insane? What’s so funny?

“Baby. I am sorry, this is a bit funny. But since, you are very noisy and eavesdropping I guess I have to show you something then.”

You were now the one confused. You watched him reach over the nightstand and open the drawer, then your eyes widen as he brought over a small black leather box.

“I was planning on doing this for our 4th anniversary, but you clearly were catching on.” He faced you with those bambi eyes. His smile begun to become shy, as he gently took your hand.

You were sitting there facing him, with your dried tears stains on your face. “M-Mikey. Oh my- is this what I think it is?!” You were in utter disbelief, what in the world?! The nickname slipped past your mouth before you could stop it.

He opened the box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring. It wasn’t a big diamond or a small, it was perfect. The little diamonds surrounding it, the one you exactly dreamed of. You did mentioned it once, but it was just a thought that passed by.

The way your name fell out of his lips, felt so intimate in this moment. “Will, you marry me..?”

Oh my goodness. You broke down into sobs again. But not for the same reason, instead you nodded again and again as he slipped the ring on your ring finger.

He pulled you into a kiss, steadying your head with his hand. It was a messy kiss, but it felt precious in the moment.

As everything got settled down a bit, you were biting down a smile. You were lying on his chest, gently tapping his chest. Yet, you still felt the need to ask him about the things that still bothered you.

“Mikey..”

“Yes, baby?”

“You still hadn’t answer my questions. Who was the woman?”

He rolled his eyes playfully as he nudged your shoulder. Then he took a moment to look at you, and smiled.

“Well, I called LaToya to ask her about different types of rings and which one she probably would get you. Then I called your mom-“

“You called my mom?!”

“You didn’t even let me finish baby! I called her, to ask about your ring size. Then we joked on call for a bit. Thats all.”

You took this time to look at him and then pulled him into a kiss. It was a kiss between giggling and smiling. You muttered sorry’s into each peck of his face.

The beginning of making 18 kids.

You were adjusting your voluminous hair infront of the bathroom mirror.

You had gotten an invitation from one of your girlfriends, to come to Studio 54 to party. You weren’t much of a party person, rather you stick to your studying. She wanted insisted you to let loose and have fun.

“Wear something sparkly, and show a bit of skin. Let loose girl, you need to have fun sometimes instead of being boring. You live once.”

Those words she said earlier on the telephone, stuck with you. You didn’t exactly find this idea thrilling as much as she tried to convince you. But a little fun won’t hurt? Will it?

As you finished your touch ups, you went over to your closet to look for something a bit fun to wear.

Sparkly.

A little skin.

Your eyes landed on a white dress that was right above the knees. It was sparkly as well, maybe a bit too much at first glance but you reminded yourself again that it was just for fun. You grabbed a pair of white boots, and with that you went to change.

After finishing changing, you went over to spray some of the expensive perfume you rarely used before you left your apartment.

Your friend Stella picked you up, and on the car ride there all you felt was anxiety and doubts. You felt nauseous thinking about it. Oh dear.

“What is the point of this Stella? I don’t dance, I don’t sing-“ Your voice got cut off with her finger firmly pointing at you as she stirred the wheel with her other hand.

“Uh-uh, you don’t know what fun is. Don’t knock it till you try it girl.”

“I am just saying, I am not that interested in this.” You frowned a bit as you looked at her. Stella rolled her eyes as she parked the car, and then gave you a smile that said, “I love you, but this is good for you.”

The second Stella and you stepped in, everyone was partying. Lights flashing, songs blasting, people dancing, and it was extremely crowded.

Stella gave you a pat on the shoulder and immediately blended into the crowd chatting with people. You just stood there looking around, trying to see what is so fun about it.

As you walked, you were greeted with a cute guy who tried offering you a drink. You don’t drink, barely. But the guy was cute, so maybe it wasn’t that bad of an idea.

You grabbed the drink from him and downed the glass. The both of you chatted for a bit, until he had to go somewhere leaving you alone. You looked around again but you couldn’t shake the feeling of a pair of eyes on you.

You felt that stare.

You just couldn’t place your finger on it, debating whether it was just you being very self-aware or someone is actually staring at you.

Across the room from you was Michael Jackson staring at you. Not in a weird way. In a way that he found you interesting enough to keep lingering. His eyes always found your figure in large crowds, or just you standing there.

He was having a blast compared to you. He was dancing, being surrounded by a lot of people, and just enjoying himself.

He thought talking to you could be easy or that was what his head convinced him. Oh was he wrong. He tried walking over to speak to you, and it turned to be many failed attempts. He would get too shy and forget what to even say.

Your eyes immediately lit up as you heard one of Donna Summer’s songs playing. You loved Donna, and you would always listen to it whenever you were studying. Stella’s eyes found yours and she smiled as she ran over and dragged you to the dance floor.

At first, you were a bit shy, but you then you settled in. You and Stella danced, following every beat and rhythm that your body couldn’t help.

You smiled at Stella while dancing along to the song, “I love this song! Oh my goodness!”

Another voice came along right beside you. “I am sure you do. Mind if I-I dance with you?” You turned to suddenly be face and face with Michael.

Wait hold up.

Michael Jackson.

You heard him and his brothers singing on the radio once, and you just fell inlove with it. You slowly stopped dancing to take a closer look, just to make sure you aren’t crazy. He stood there, smiling shyly while looking at you with those Bambi eyes.

Stella noticed and her eyes lit up, but this is the first time she seen you actually interested at something tonight other than wanting to go home. So instead of interrupting, she just casually danced her way into the crowd.

You suddenly felt very shy. Your eyes wide, as heat crept on through your neck and to your cheeks. All you managed was a small smile before Michael pulled you in to dance.

You both danced, laughed a bit, and got more comfortable with each other. When you both finally took a break from dancing, you both chatted and teased each other.

Oh Michael was inlove. You were smart, beautiful, and sweet. The more you talked, the more he dazed into you. Eventually, the party seemed to be forgotten between the both of you. The party itself quieted down as people began getting drunk and falling asleep.

On the other hand, you both had stopped talking and instead started to get a bit more comfortable. You both were kissing and clinging onto each other.

By the time Stella found you, Michael arms were wrapped around your waist as your hands settled on his chest. Michael and you were looking at each other with love while swaying slowly to the music.

Stella let out a sigh, as she walked over gently tugging your shoulder. “Alright lady. You have class tomorrow and I also do.”

“That can wait.” You muttered softly, as you continued to look at Michael.

Okay. You were out of it. Noted. Since when did you turn down class? You were supposed to be freaking out! Stella sighed as she gently tried to get you off of him. You were no where near budging.

Eventually you were off of Michael. Not happily though. Before Stella dragged you out, Michael pulled you into a deep kiss. You leaned in and kissed him back passionately, then his lips trailed down to your neck.

“Okay! Now, say your goodbyes because we gotta get going.” Stella said while looking between the two of you. She sighed, and pulled you by the hand practically dragging you out of the party.

When you got outside you were a bit upset but still giggling. Stella raised an eyebrow, as you both walked to her car.

“Now whats so funny hm? Enlighten me please.” Stella asked as she opened the car door taking a seat in the driver seat.

You shrugged and bit down a smile as you buckled your seatbelt. With a shrug your voice came out so smoothly. “I am going to call him once I get back to my apartment.”

Stella rolled her eyes playfully as she sighed dramatically while muttering to herself. “It’s never ending.”

Maybe it wasn’t so bad afterall.

You were wrapping up for the night. You grabbed your bag from the chair and just as you were about to turn off the light in your office, there was a knock on the door.

“Hey, I am very sorry.” One of your coworkers said apologetically, and with those eyes you already knew what he wanted.

“What do you want Blake?”

“You see..something really unexpected came up-“

“Like what?”

“I got a date with this chick that I forgot about, and I can’t stand her up!”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Blake is a friend, you consider him one. He was pretty funny, but there is times he is very extremely annoying like currently.

With a sigh you nodded, “Alright. I’ll cover for you-“

His eyes lit up as he pulled you into a quick full on hug. “Thank you so much! I owe you a kidney!” With that, he ran out of the hospital like his life depended on it.

You stayed a bit longer because of Blake, and you hated regretted that you agreed to it. It wasn’t that you hated your job, you loved it. Loved interacting with kids, and taking care of them. It was just, you felt like this office is your home.

You heard one of the lady at the receptionist freaking out, you were already a bit annoyed with Blake and hearing her voice just annoyed you more.

You got up, straighten your coat and walked out of your office. You expected her to freak out over something stupid like seeing a spider. It did happened once.

But what you didn’t expect to see was Michael Jackson himself.

He was standing there with 2 kids holding onto his arm, with a baby in his arms. He desperately tried to calm the lady down, not wanting to cause a scene.

You heard of him a few times on the radio, all you really knew was that he was a popstar and very famous. Magazines, newspapers, he was practically on everything.

You walked over with a warm smile, standing next to him and infront of the lady. You felt a bit embarrassed, to see one of your coworkers acting this way infront of a person.

“Sorry about her. What can I help you with?” You turned towards him with a polite smile.

“My son, he has been feeling very hot. Not eating much, and he looks very out of it.” He said it almost frantically. He looked very worried and it shows.

You nodded as you took out a notepad from the pocket of your coat, and then started to write it down. Then you gestured him to follow you into your office. He followed you along with his kids.

Your office wasn’t anything special, it had pink walls to make the kids comfy. A few stuff animals above the cabinets, toys in a drawer, and a pink soft carpet.

“Alright. May I get your name Sir?” You asked while grabbing a clipboard with a sheet of paper to fill out.

He looked almost a bit shocked that you asked, because people didn’t need to ask to know who.

“Michael.”

“Last name?”

“Jackson.”

You continued to ask questions as you filled out a form on the paper. You finished it up, then grabbed your stethoscope.

“Thank you. So, as you were saying earlier about your son. May I ask you which son?”

“Prince.”

He gestured to the kid who was looking at you, holding onto his dad’s right arm. You walked over, flashing a sweet smile to the little boy. You knelt down infront of him, while using the stethoscope to hear his heartbeat.

You continued to check the temperature, eyes, mouth, nose, and the basic. As you did so, Michael took the advantage to look at you.

He took note of how gentle you were with Prince, and how soft spoken you were. Your face was definitely not hard to notice, you were very beautiful. Your hair, your eyes, the way you smiled-

“Mr. Jackson. It seems like little Prince has a fever.” You said as you looked over at Michael. He immediately straightened up and frowned a bit.

“H-How do I cure it? Is there something that I can do?” You bit down a smile. It was kinda heartwarming how much Michael Jackson cared for his kids. “And call me Michael.” He added softly.

“You don’t have to worry too much about it Michael. He needs to rest and take medication. I was about to get some medicine for you take home.”

“T-Thank you ma’am.”

You wrote down a few more stuff on your clipboard, and ran out of your office to the nearby pharmacy down the hall. You talked to the man at the pharmacy, and he gave you some prescriptions.

You walked back to your office, holding the bag. You entered your office again to be met with a dozing off Prince and 2 other kids sitting there looking at you.

“Alright Michael, make sure he takes one after dinner. One before bed too.” You said as you wrote it down on the sticky note.

His eyes were focused on you. You could feel it and it made you a bit self-aware. Just a bit. You finished up, by giving Michael the medicine and patting the kids on the head.

After that interaction, he started to come way more often. At first you assumed it was because he was very worried about his kids health, but it became painfully obvious that part of it wasn’t that.

He started off by coming to your office daily during your lunch break, asking questions like:

“Is there anything that I can do if my children get sick?”

“Could you possibly give me advice?”

“Is there a way to prevent sickness?”

You didn’t mind, really. You found it wholesome that he cares for his kids a lot, and worried about them until he started to sneak in questions that had nothing to do with his kids.

“So do you have kids of your own?”

“You dating anyone?”

“You’re too pretty, to not have a boyfriend.”

Oh the gifts. He started to gift you a bunch of things, leaving little notes inside the gifts. Even your coworkers got suspicious of the 2 of you.

If you were being honest, you might have developed a little crush for Michael. Your heart raced a bit faster lately, whenever he is around or when you receive a gift. You looked mainly forward to the letter he left rather than the gift itself.

On the other hand, Michael was head over heels for you. He found your nature for caring for kids so pure and sweet that his heart melts everytime. He hated the fact that he made it so obvious.

“You know Michael, if you keep giving me gifts my coworkers might think we are dating.” You teased a bit, as you looked at him with a soft smile.

“Then let them. Whats so bad about that hm?” He shot back and looked at you with that playful boyish smile.

Your cheeks turned pinkish a bit, as you looked down. You shrugged and your eyes focused on your feet. He saw that, and then leaned in close to you. You went still, and then he cupped both of cheek with both of his hands.

Oh my gosh.

Is this really happening.

Your insides twisted, heart racing, and all of sudden you panicked. Then he kissed the corner of your lips. He then looked at you in your eyes looking for a response.

You just stared at him in shock, but then leaned in to kiss him slowly. You both spent the break kissing, and kissing. By the time, your break was over he gave you a piece of paper with his number on it.

You smiled to yourself and bit down your bottom lip.

You were sleeping peacefully, maybe a bit too peacefully. You didn’t hear pebbles getting thrown at your window, until the 14th pebble hit your window. As you opened your eyes, and turned towards your clock.

12:35 AM.

Really?

You didn’t have to look at the window to know who it was, because who else could it be? Michael, had always had a habit of not being able to contain his excitement. Sure he could’ve called you, but he personally preferred to show you his excitement in person.

You sighed, got up and walked towards the window to meet the joyful Michael. His smile grew, as he saw you appear at the window. You rolled your eyes as he mouthed an, “Open the window.” Of course, you opened the window.

As soon as he stepped in, he immediately sat on your bed patting you to sit down with him.

“You look so sleepy, but you still look beautiful.” He said with a that cute smile of his. You couldn’t help but bite down the smile growing on your face. You shook your head and then poked his shoulder.

“I wonder why I look sleepy. I don’t look the best, because I was in the middle of my sleep but thanks Mikey.” You muttered dramatically, as you looked at him who was frowning.

“Baby you always look your best.” You knew there was no point to argue back and forth about this. It always ended up becoming an endless debate, and Michael was too stubborn for your own good.

So, you just nodded silently admitting defeat.

“Alright. Look. I found this camera, and I think it will be great to take pictures of each other to document our lives together.” His tone was so passionate about this camera that all you could do was look at him filled with adoration.

You always adored how passionate he was. Whether it was with you, animals, or music.

Just him in general.

Then out of nowhere, a flash was flashed directly at you. You weren’t lying when you said you didn’t look your best. Your hair was frizzy, a few pieces poking up. Not to mention, you were wearing a t-shirt and pajamas shorts.

Your eyes widen as you sit there looking at him who is grinning ear to ear like he won a lottery.

“Mikey! What the heck!” You quickly tried to reach over to take the camera from him, just for him to raise it high up out of reach.

“Uh-uh.”

“Oh my goodness! Delete that Mikey!”

“Baby-“ His voice got cut off by you as you tackled him, wrapping your legs around his waist while he laid there. Oh boy, his smile didn’t vanish though. Just like that, another flash infront of your face.

“Okay enough Mikey!” He was loving this, a bit too much. But then, you snatched the camera and took a picture of him who is lying down with an off guard expression.

He laid there, staring at you in disbelief and you gave him the most mischievous smile.

Michael enjoyed playfulness. Oh he did so much. There was never a moment in your life when you’re with him, and he isn’t atleast playful. Water balloons fight, pillow fights, and cooking with each other.

He took the opportunity of you straddling him, by tickling your sides causing you yelp out of laughter. You rolled to your side, as he grabbed the camera and there goes another flash in your face.

For the next hour, you guys played around with the camera and took a bunch of pictures of each other. Some were not the best photos of each of you, but it was something precious that no amount of money can buy.

Happiness.

As you both finally settled down in your bed together, he leaned to face you causing you both to look in each other’s eyes. Then he cupped your cheek with one hand, pulling you into a kiss. You leaned in, and both of you kissed.

Flash.

“Mikey! I thought we were done with the camera!”

“Hey! This one is a good picture. Maybe one day I’ll show our future kids this.”

Your cheeks turned a bit pink as you smiled against his lips. Then you kissed him again. He kissed you back, steadying your head with his hand.