-summary: Michael wants to know everything about you.
warnings: pretty cute, cringe fluff. i do use she/her pronouns in this. this was written with a black woman in mind, like everything i write.
-notes: iâve been sitting in this for days bc i kinda hate it but itâs fine. i have too many ideas i wanna write about. i got my banners from @kthice
One of Michael's favorite things to do was learn new things about his new friend . He had known her for about 3 months at this point; having met her on one of his walks he took every night. He had been busy recording 'thriller' and was desperate for someone to speak to. Craving to have a normal conversation without someone needing or expecting something from him.
He had been mindlessly circling the block when he noticed the pretty girl, waiting til the third time to approach her. She had been sitting on the porch, wearing a pretty, yellow sundress that complimented her skin beautifully. White sandals adorned her feet, with white polish on her toes to match. Her curls like a halo around her head, falling effortlessly on her shoulders. She looked off into the night sky, pretty eyes staring at the stars, a far off look in her eyes.
She hadn't even noticed him walk up to the gate, too deep in her thoughts to see him. "If you think any harder your head might explode." She jumped lightly, looking down to match a face with the soft voice that startled her. She felt her heart skip a beat, immediately recognizing him. How could she not? Michael Jackson had been her favorite performer since his Jackson 5 days.
She did her best to not make it obvious that she recognized him, smilingly slightly before responding. "I'm trying to unlock my powers." He laughed, a sweet, gentle sound.
"Nah, not yet." She stood up to unlock the gate and step onto the sidewalk with Michael. He was even prettier in person, wearing black jeans that hugged him perfectly, a white tee, and a cute red sweater with a little Mickey Mouse on the left side of his chest. His normal white socks and black loafers on.Â
She gingerly held her hand out, telling him her name. He took her hand in his, shaking it gently, like he was scared to be too rough with her. "Pretty." The compliment slipped out before he could think about it, a blush quickly spreading across the apples of his cheeks. "I'm Michael," he stuttered clumsily. She,too, started to blush a bit, not believing her lifelong crush complimented her.Â
She kept telling herself "don't panic" rapidly in her mind, trying not to look suspicious. "Thank you. What brings you out here at this time of night?" He ducked his head down, suddenly embarrassed when he remembered the real reason he had come outside.
"Honestly? Looking for friends. I don't know many people around here." This both somehow warmed and broke her heart at the same time, he came off so genuine but so sad.Â
"Me neither. Can I join you for your walk?" He nodded, not trusting his voice to be steady. He couldn't believe he had been vulnerable with someone he had known for less than 5 minutes. They started their walk around the block, silent at first as they looked at the golden stars that littered the navy sky. Moon shining brightly enough to illuminate their path.
"Orange juice or apple juice?" She hadn't known what to say, just knowing she wanted to talk to him more. She normally enjoyed silence, but something was begging her to keep their conversation going. He looked up at her and smiled.
"Easy. Orange juice," he stated like it shouldn't have even been a question. She wrinkled her nose.
"I mean, orange juice is cool, but apple is so much better." He looked at her in shock.Â
"You're a menace," he laughed, throwing his head back. His laugh triggering hers as they stumbled down the street giggling together.
From that day, they were stuck together at the hip. Any time he had to spare, he'd go walking, hoping she'd be sitting on that porch waiting on him so they could go on their walks.
She would always ask her random questions, and after a while, he started to beat her to it. Asking things he wanted to know about her. He so desperately wanted to know everything about her. What made her smile, what she liked to eat, her favorite films. Then he found out one of his favorite random facts about her.
They were laying in his bedroom at his Hayvenhurst. Books were scattered around his desk, bookcase. Board games strewn about after their eventful game night.
She sat on the floor, back against his bed, his head in her lap. They shared a bowl of popcorn, still cracking jokes about how Joseph had tripped up the stairs and quickly walked away like no one has seen it.
"Did you see his face?"she cackled. Michael threw his head back, laughing. She loved seeing that evil bastard inconvenienced.
"Can I be honest?" she suddenly asked. He furrowed his brows, not sure whether to be concerned or not.
"I prefer kettle corn," she responded, seriously. He just stared at her for a while. He was completely smitten with her. He loved everything about her. Her humor, her charisma, those pretty eyes and full lips. Her popcorn preference. He couldn't get enough of her.
"I'm not sure why I thought you were gonna say anything serious," he smiled. She opened her mouth into an 'O' shape.
"That is serious. Like, butter is okay I guess, but kettle corn is great, ya know?" She was completely serious, and he couldn't help but laugh at her. She's adorable. Unserious, but adorable nonetheless.
"I will keep note of that."
After that conversation, he made sure to get her favorite popcorn. Making some for her and classic butter for himself on one of their regular movie nights.
"You remembered,"she smirked, a slight blush on her face.
"I remember everything you tell me." He couldn't help but be honest with her. He knew it hadn't been long since they've known each other, but he's never had someone make him feel as loved and seen as she did.
That day had been the first time they had kissed each other. Blushing cheeks and breathy giggles following.
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