⊹ ࣪ ˖ “I’m too old for you”
pairings : mature!michael jackson x younger!reader
summary : michael believes he is too old for you so an angsty argument unfolds confessing his feelings library
you shook your head again, grabbing your keys next to you and walking out of your house locking the door behind you.
"fuck it-" you whispered walking down to the parking garage to get into your car and drive to michaels house.
the drive wasn't long, only about 15 minutes. to you, it was a very long 15 minutes. when you pulled into the driveway of neverland ranch, you sighed. thinking about turning around and pretending this never happened. or maybe you could kill your self- no! what !? you weren't gonna do that over a man. the thoughts were getting meticulous. so instead of turning around, you aggressively put the gate code in and sped up his long driveway. michael had given you the code a few months after you two met. he had trusted you with his life mainly because he was in love with you.
michael had been laying in bed, staring at the ceiling contemplating all his life decisions when he heard a loud screeching tire nearby. he jumped up, knowing there wasn't a freeway, or busy street nearby that could make that noise. only his driveway. he looked out his master bedroom window to see a white lexus speeding up his driveway. your white lexus. his blood ran cold. he wasn't ready to see you yet. not at all. he felt horrible. he didn't know if he felt that way because he loved you, or because of the way he treated you a few days back. he rushed to his walk in closet to put on the nearest robe. he hadn't been out the bedroom since that day. just sulking in his room. declining his maids offers to breakfast, or any food options. his hair was in a loose ponytail. a few hair strands out from tossing and turning at night. he hated that you had to see him like this. not put together like he always was. one thing about michael was that he was always put together. never missing a day were he was dressed up. your loud knocks startled him out of his thoughts.
"michael open this door!" you yelled loudly, making sure he heard you. he walked down the stairs, taking quick steps to the door cracking it open.
"(name)? wha- what are you doin' here?" he was taken aback. you looked. you looked good. I mean your makeup was smudged off, your hair was a mess just like his, and your outfit was basically the same from the night you two fought. and yet you still look beautiful. breathtaking. you shifted at his wandering gaze.
"mike- michael-" you huffed, correcting yourself to not use the nickname you gave michael. not even noticing the frown you caused from the correction. pushing him aside walking into his house. "we need to talk."
currently, the both of you were sitting in the same spot you were that night. the night where michael pushed you so far away it hurt him. the night where you confessed punt up feelings that got rejected in the harshest way. you hadn't even realized it. but the comfort of his welcoming home, the comfort of his presence had calmed you down. once you were so angry at him, now you were just at peace really. as silly as it sounds, that's what michael jackson does to you. his calm aura was like a blanket.
he sat in front of you handing you warm tea, earning him a soft 'thank you’. the silence the two of you had formed had been nail biting. neither of you knowing how to start of conversation, or even address it. "so.." michael spoke softly. breaking the streak for the loud silence in the room. you were honestly tired of going back and forth. you just needed to tell him straight out how you truly felt. even if he felt the same way, or not. your lips pressed into a thin line before speaking up. "y'know what- im tired of trying to think of what t'say." your glass cup of tea was put to the side. and now you were stood up, pacing around his living room.
"michael, im so madly in love with you. I get it- i get you don't have the same feelings for me. just-just let me please finish explaining how i feel for you." michael looked down at his floor. avoiding any type of eye contact with you. how could you even think that he didn't love you. didn't he make it obvious? everyone knew, he thought. all while he was thinking about the second sentence you said. you kept on going. going into detail on how you felt when you first met him. explaining all his weird habits and behaviors you picked up on. every time janet told you to just tell him how you felt. and then, all of the times you were so close to kissing him. that's what made him stand up abruptly. causing you to pause mid sentence to stare into his eyes.
"you've wanted t'kiss me?" he stated. making the intimate question sound so simple. you nodded, looking away from his eyes. ashamed. you knew he didn't feel the same way. why would you tell him that? in all honesty you were scared you had made him feel uncomfortable from just that sentence alone.
"mike- m'sorry" your eyebrows knotted up, looking to the floor. all the sudden you had become soft. like a puppy. he then walked towards you, putting his hands in your shoulders. "no-(name) don't apologize. you didn't do anything." his arms snaked down to your waist, pulling you into a hug. okay-now you were confused. how did he go from telling you a few days ago he didn't like you. and that he was tired of the "games" to pulling you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. comforting you from your own feelings. now he was playing games with you. the fluffy interaction, the hug you had been longing from him for days. had been stopped by your own fault.
“michael, I don’t understand- what game is this your playing with me- first you say I’m the one playing games and that I don’t truly love you- to saying all of these wonderful praises I had been waiting for you t’say!”
jeez, you almost cringed at yourself. look at you doing all the talking. he wanted zero of nothing to do with you. how could you sit there and try like a loser. those were your thoughts
michaels thoughts were almost opposite. he missed your voice. he could have you sit on the couch and talk for hours. loving the way your voice was silky smooth to him. these few days had given him the opportunity to see how much he truly loved you. and missed you. the loved everything you did for him, including the overwhelming love you carried.
michael sighed, shaking his head. he walked inches closer to you, grabbing your shoulders. he slightly shook them making you look at him.
“dove, im sorry it look so long for me to say this. i- i love you. ive loved you since ive met you honestly. I have just been to much of a prick to confess it to you. only making me shove those deep feeling in the back of my mind. now that I know that you love me just as much as I do to you. I’m proud to confess it and tell you that I love you (name) (lastname)”
you finally locked eyes with his. the confession was messy, and confrontational. but it was you. his eyes were almost teary. yours were already stingy slightly. you smiled, your eyebrows furrowing. then the two of you smashed eachother lips together. you moaned out of sheer desperation. you had been wanting this forever. glad you finally had what was yours.
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