. .˚ ⋆I Can’t Help It.. ⋆. .˚
pairing: otw!Michael Jackson x reader
Summary: Michael Jackson has had a thing for his older sister’s best friend for a while. During the late hours of another one of your sleepovers, you and Michael can't sleep.
Heads up ⋆ flufff, sneaking around?, embarrassment, Reader is almost 2 years older than Mike, appearance of Latoya, appearance of Marlon, appearance of Jermaine, appearance of Tito
Notes.ᐟ Lorddd idk why this took so long, idk if my reqs are opening back up, my bad I should have never asked..anyway enjoy this PLS (oh and NOT proofread.)
Word around the street is… Michael Jackson has a crush on Latoya’s best friend. You’re always on his mind.. it doesn't help that you’re always around…and have been since you and Latoya were freshmen in high school.
You and Latoya became friends shortly after the Jacksons moved to Encino, and have been close ever since…and ever since you have been a reoccurring thought in her little brother’s head.
You’re always on Michael’s mind, he couldn’t help it…so when he released his first solo album, it lingered in the back of his mind that one of the songs would be about you. He can’t help it.
August 21st, 1979 ——- Hayvenhurst
You were sitting on the edge of Latoya’s bed shaping your nails with your emery board, while Latoya was fixed on her hair in her vanity mirror.
“Y/NNN, do you think I should get my nose done?” Latoya breaks the silence, still messing with her humongous curlers.
You looked up from your nails, furrowing your eyebrows, setting down the nail file.
“Toya, no, why do you keep asking me that?” You stood up making your way behind her stool, looking at her through the mirror.
“I don’t know…I just feel like I should..” Her hands fell from her hair to her nose, using her fingers to temporarily shape it.
“Please, girl, you’re perfect.” You leaned down, grabbing both her shoulders, leaning your head against hers. “I already told you, if I were a man, I’d go to war for you,” You teased in a whisper.
Latoya giggled playfully, pushing you off her.
“Stop! I already told you to stop saying that!” she scolded you, trying her best to have an authoritative weight on your conscious.
You giggled flopping back onto her white comforter, the satin swallowing you whole as you stared up into her ceiling.
Latoya sighed as you heard the stool creek from the release of weight leaving its surface.
“Anyways, I went to the store yesterday, you know the one in L.A?”
“There’s so many store in L.A, Toya.” You said crossing your arms.
“Ugh okay! you remember the one we ran into that night after it started pouring raining on the beach?” She walked up to the bed pulling you by your arms to sit you up.
“Yeah…? I think…” you said looking into space in hopes to catch a glimpse of what she was talking about.
“I shopping there the other day and you won’t believe it!” She ran into her closet, her voice fading away as she went deeper into the clothing padded quarters.
“They totally have the cutest little things there ever…!” she yelled from the closet.
She came running out the doors holding up 2 matching silky pajama sets on silver hangers.
“Look at how cute!!” she wore the biggest grin on her face as she shook the shining fabric.
Wow, you would have never guessed…at home your pajama drawer is threatening to explode all over your room. Why? because every-time you two had a sleepover, she had new pajamas for you both.
You let out a breathy chuckle as you scooted off her bed, hopping onto the dark mahogany floors
“Wow Toya,” You walked up to her feeling the silk glide between your fingers, “I’m gonna have to get a whole closet for the amount of pj’s you buy me.” you reached for one of the pairs, holding it up to your body.
Latoya let out her signature high pitched giggles as she paraded over to her body view mirror in the corner of her room.
“A hee hee heee,” a mocking giggle erupted from the hallway that perfectly simulated Latoya’s.
Latoya looked towards her creaked open door as it slowly opened up.
“Who is it?” you said lowering the pajamas, trying to peak from the opposite side of the door.
“Marlon-“ she pouted furrowing her eyebrows.
“What are yall doing in here, Toya I can hear in all the way from my ROOM.” Marlon swung the door back finally revealing himself to you both in the room.
“Excuse me, we are celebrating our 45th pair of matching pajamas, do you mind?” you teased.
“Oh God, there’s gonna be two of you? again?” He winced walking further into Latoya’s painted white palace.
“Marlon get out! you still have your outside clothes on..” Latoya stoped her foot out of irritation. You’ve ever seen a bunny thump its foot to express its anger? That’s Latoya…everytime.
“Y/Ns in here!” he gestured his arm towards you as he stood in front of the bed like he was threatening to sit on it.
“I’m freshly showered, thank you,” you said matter-a-factly pointing a finger in his face.
Marlon slightly lunged forward snapping his teeth at the empty air between your finger.
“Boy, what the hell,” you suddenly pulled your finger back scrunching up your nose with a grin.
“Anyway, I came to tell y’all that Mother is taking all of us to the beach tomorrow SO, WE have to go to sleep early.” Marlon shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels.
“What beach?” Latoya said, her expression softening immediately.
Marlon shrugged his lips twisting to the side.
“I just know we’re leaving early in the morning, so it’s best we sleep soon.”
Normally this wouldn’t be a problem but the last couple days you and Latoya have been staying up late. Your girl talk and gossip bleeds into the dark hours, even after everyone has gone to sleep. So you decided that you would actually sleep in your designated guest room that night.
You stood in the mirror, dressed in the cute pajamas Latoya gave you. This set was particularly cute, in fact probably one of the cutest Latoya has gotten. A baby blue silky tank with ruffles falling just below your belly button giving a babydoll silhouette. Wide leg flowy pants that swept perfectly over your slippers and a large fitting robe that fell over your back and arms.
You sighed already having a feeling that you weren’t going to fall asleep early, so you grabbed a book out of your suitcase, tossing it on your comforter.
There was a knock at your door followed by Latoya announcing herself.
“Are you decent? It’s Latoya..” her voice actually being toned down this time around, uncommon but familiar.
“Come in,” You called out, turning towards the door.
“Aww you look-!” her hands flew to her mouth immediately, realizing her voice boomed through the house's quiet atmosphere.
You let out a chuckle, your head slightly dropping towards your chest.
Toya stepped inside, closing the door behind her, her eyes still wide as she stayed silent until the door separated you two from the house.
“You look so cute!” she let out a mini squeal doing mini hops, her slippers colliding with hardwood.
“Thank you Toya, but I could say the same!” You walked to the vanity inside your room, taking the time to actually look at the ensemble. “This is literally the cutest one yet, hello.”
“Ugh, You’re welcome and thank you.” She sighed throwing herself onto your bed.
“Toya, we have to go to bed tonight,” you looked at her through the mirror, her head looking straight to the ceiling.
“Hey, at least we’re going to the beach in the morning!” You walked over to the bed sitting next to her sprawled out body. Her robe fanned out against your sheets.
She quickly sat up, shifting her body towards yours.
Silence passed between you too as you try to make peace with the fact that you would have to forcibly fall asleep bored AND early.
“Hey well, maybe we can meet some fine men,” she clung to your arm, feeling her sudden boost of energy. “and get boyfriends!”
“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes, “fantasyland.”
Latoya groaned lazily pushing herself off you.
“Well I guess i’ll just…go to bed..” she sighed out, standing up.
“Toya it’s gonna be fine!” you giggled. “The morning will be here in no time, like literally…we’re waking up at the crack of dawn.”
She let out a long exasperated sigh once more, dragging her feet, making a slow and weighted trip to the door.
You watched her with a smile on your face as she took extra time then she needed.
“Goodnight Y/N,” she finally reached the door, turning to look at you, the cutest frown worn on her face.
“Goodnight Latoya, see you in the morning, okay?”
“Okay..” She began to shut the door, twisting the knob so it closed silently.
“Poor Toya,” you whispered to yourself, walking over the door shutting off the main light so the bedside lamp left a toned down, golden hue in the room. You figured you would read until you fell asleep.
So you read…and read..the time slowly passes without an ounce of fatigue approaching washing over you. Not a single yawn.. or the feeling of your heavy eyelids…nothing. The hours started to add up the silence in the house stacking as each one passed, a deafening silence setting the stage for the crickets outside.
You decided maybe you need to walk around the house for a little bit, possibly to tire yourself out.
‘or maybe Latoya’s awake..’
You swung your legs over the bed, your feet sliding into the plush house slippers, making slower movements to limit the noise.
When you finally reached the door you slowly turned the knob all the way. You thought you heard slight shuffling from outside the door, so you paused trying to see if you could hear anything. Silence.
Slowly opening the door, you were met with dark hallways of Hayvenhurst, the city lights painting subtle light into the absences of light. You looked down the hall when suddenly Michael was pushed out of the bedroom down from yours, his lanky silhouette standing tall in shadow, his back facing you.
“Just do it Mike!” someone’s whispers escaping whoever’s room
You shut the door quickly, slowing the pace before the door clicked into the door frame.
You rushed over to the hook on your bathroom door, grabbing your matching robe. Now you were feeling the panic creep up your spine. If this boy walks up to your door and knocks on it, you haven’t a clue what was to come next…or what you were going to do about it. You stood facing the door, looking down as you slowly put on the silky piece of fabric.
While slipping it on, you heard a subtle knock at your door, soft and almost blending into the silence. You looked at the door, already knowing who was on the other side.
You walked over, placing your hand on the knob, slowly turning it, opening the door.
He stood there, just staring. He opened his mouth to say something, but his mouth just hung open, and you could see the words disappearing clean out his thoughts.
“Hello Michael,” You whispered, trying to save him from his mind drawing a blank.
“Hi…” He finally said, a hand reaching back to scratch the back of his head.
“I’m sorry, it’s late, but I just wanted to come and check on you well because I saw your lamp still on and..well I just can’t sleep either, but I wanted to see if you were okay and I uh.. I-“
“You wanna go for a walk?” You cut his rambling short, he was clearly panicking internally scrambling for the right words.
“oh, yes, absolutely..” he instantly brightened up, a soft smile growing on his face. You practically took the words out his mouth, or at least you hoped you did.
“Okay one minute.” You left the door, leaving it cracked while he stood outside. You made your way to your lamp, turning it off because clearly people are noticing that it’s on. You didn’t want people thinking you were up and inside the room while you were off somewhere with Michael. You walked back to the door where Michael was still waiting. He was looking down at the floor, his hands stuffed in his jean pockets.
He looked up feeling the tiny gust from the door opening back up, he stepped aside letting you out the room. You both crept through the house, taking soft and slow steps, careful not to cause noise because of course everything is louder at night.
Michael followed you through the house, you were just as familiar as he was, if not more since they were always on the road.
You would look behind yourself every now and then to see if he was still following you. He’d be close behind, fidgeting with his hands while looking straight ahead.
When you both reached the front door, he opened it for you, letting you walk out first.
You both stepped outside and he softly shut the door, closing it with a small click.
Outside there were many warm lights set in the front lawn, illuminating the huge driveway and parts of the greenery. There was a slight crisp wind in California at this time of night, it kissed your skin, slightly catching some of your hair on its way past.
“You can't sleep either?” You finally broke the silence, being set free from the worries of creeping around the house.
“No..not really. I just have a lot on my mind right now.” His soft voice spoke back as you both made your way down the walk way.
“Yeah me too, I guess…Me and Toya are just so used to staying up and talking, this is foreign for my body at the moment.”
“Yeah I know,” he giggled, “I can hear you guys sometimes while I’m on the way to the studio!”
“You mean you can hear Toya!” You looked up at him, a grin stuck on your face.
“No, I can hear you too,” he nudged your arm with his elbow.
You both shared a laugh, the melody ringing into the quietness of Encino. Part of California was probably sleeping but you could still hear the hushed bustling of the city blocks ahead.
“I meant to ask you,” he said looking down, “Well you know, you spend a lot of time over here, ever since you were in high-school.”
“mhm..” You hummed, clutching your robe together a little tighter as a breeze swept past you both.
“Well, what about your family? you’re always here.”
“what you don’t like me here?” you giggled, teasing him.
“No no! Not at all-“ He waved his hands in front of him rapidly, a slight panic immediately setting over him. “I was just curious.”
“I’m just messing with you Mike,” you said looking up at him. “Well, my parents are often gone on work trips, so nobody's really home a lot of the time. That’s why during high-school, Ms. Katherine let me stay here while my house was empty.” you kicked some rocks letting them skip against the asphalt in front of you.
“You felt lonely?” he asked.
“Yeah..but Latoya always made me feel better..that and actually being around your family.”
“You know, I understand it sometimes,” he said, folding his arms.
“Really? Even with your brothers?”
“Well yeah…sometimes, it’s not just being with them.. I think there’s more to it.. like mentally.”
You hummed, looking down at the ground, taking in his words.
“It gets lonely in the studio sometimes too. Joseph only let me work solo at night time so…I had a lot of times like now.”
“I’m sorry to hear that Michael..” You placed a hand on his back, a shiver scurrying through his body, “But I can tell you this, you’re doing great things.” You offered a smile trying to lighten his mood.
“Do I? Absolutely.” You furrowed your eyebrows “I LOVED Off The Wall, how did you do that?”
“I don’t know,” he giggled, “like I said, I just have so much in my mind, I want to get it out.”
“You working on anything else?” you moved your hands to your back, your robe slightly opening back up.
“Well yeah I do actually! You wanna see the studio?”
“Well, why not,” you shrugged, “I still don’t have an ounce of tired in me.”
You and Michael didn’t really walk far from the house, but it was long enough to build a comfort while sharing multiple moments of silence together.
He guided you to the little building connected to the house that they used as an actual recording studio. He flipped the sign that hung on the front, changing it to
‘Do Not Disturb, Work in Progress.’
Like anyone would actually be around at the hour to disturb him.
Surprisingly, this is your first time stepping foot in the family’s home studio, you looked around in awe, you only heard about things like this.
He had a pinboard covered in written notes, lyrics and mini sketches scattered around, some being crossed out. A large, sleek console crowded with buttons, switches and knobs.
“Wow…” you muttered. Michael was turning on some more of the warm lamps scattered along the room, giving you both more light so he could properly show you. You walked further inside catching glimpses of all the notebooks and folders taking up all the empty spaces possible.
“You’ve never been here before?” He asked, looking back at you.
“No, this is my first time…” Your eyes looking around the room one last time before finally meeting his gaze once again.
Michael pulled one of the chairs towards the one he was hovering over.
“Here, you can sit right here,” He looked back over his shoulder reaching for a couple of his notebooks.
You walked over to the leather chair, stepping into the gap between the table and the chair, you smoothed down your robe before sitting, allowing it to lay flat against your body before you sat down next to him.
Michael spent a lot of time explaining to you his future plans, and all his visions. You just sat there and listened, taking in all this information. You believe this is the most you’ve heard Michael talk…youve spoken to all the other brothers just fine, but every time Michael was around you, he’d try to advert his attention to something else, or simply look down at the ground. You learned he liked to sketch his album covers, many past prototypes from Off the Wall being scattered into his notebook, and another with him holding a baby tiger, or him resting on his elbow wearing a sleek white suit.
He had the notebook resting in between the two of you, causing you to scoot a little closer to him while looking over everything.
You looked over to the other scatters of work and noticed the top of his record peeking through, the top of his head peeking at you.
You hummed carefully picking it up, letting the other papers lightly slide off.
“I can stress it enough how good you did on this album,” You held the sleek finish in your hands, running your thumb over the white writing on the brick wall behind him in the photo.
Michael was slightly leaned over, his eyes flickered from the record to your face.. watching your expression as you gave praises in awe. A heat gathering at his cheeks, an awkward smile threatening his lips.
“Well thank you..” he said, light giggles escaping into his words.
Silence fell between you while you continued to examine the paperboard folds, looking at the lineup of songs with their respective lyrics.
“Do you have a favorite?” He said, breaking the silence.
“Yeah! I really enjoyed…” Your eyes rescanned the set list as he leaned closer getting a better look of his already familiar work. “Oh, I Can’t Help It, that’s probably my favorite.” you pointed to it, turning your head to look at him. He was closer than before, and you didn’t realize till you actually turned to look at him, and it slightly startled you.
“Oh sorry..” he chuckled slightly. His entire body was growing flush with heat heating your favorite song.. ironic because he picked that song specifically with the proper motives, unlike the other songs which he sang because he liked the sound and lyrics attached, he actually meant what he sang in I Can’t Help It.
“Uh, well really? what do you like about it?” He began fidgeting with his hands again.
“Uhh, well it’s kinda embarrassing but, I just really like the way you sang it..I mean the lyrics are…” Your voice trailed off, trying to find the right words.
“I don’t know..romantic I guess? I’m embarrassed to say that I wish a man would talk about me like this.” You placed the open cover on the table.
Michael was at a loss for words, his mouth hung slightly ajar, out of place.
“I mean like, all the guys from highschool, they were all silly, a waste of my time, they would never say anything like this, y’know?” You looked at him finally catching his expression.
He looked…surprised? or caught off guard? and that’s when you realized you had started bridging into information you’d tell Latoya if she were here.
“Oh sorry, I guess that was a little embarrassing to say..” You nervously giggled, both of you catching each other's gaze.. your surroundings fading away as the tension rose, trapped in his doe, brown eyes. Michael’s eyes dropped from your eyes to your lips, and you had a split second to make your decision when he started leaning in.
You turned your head, moving it back as he got closer, your eyes going wide as you slightly gasped.
“I’m sorry-“ he said, instantly backing away.
“No, no-“ You placed a hand on his shoulder “I- um…I’m sorry. It’s just.. it was just sudden..” You scrambled, heat rushing to your face. “How long have you been feeling this way…?”
“Uh…” Michael’s eyes were stuck to the ground, he was processing what just happened and desperately wished he could sink into the ground and disappear.
“Michael..” You moved your hand from his shoulder, your grasp finding his chin, forcing him to look at you.
“Um..a long time..” He finally mustered. “really long.”
You just blinked at him, you really had no idea, honestly. Now you were thinking whether or not you were being stupid or not, did the signs go right over your head?
“I’m sorry,” He apologized once more, his eyes falling from your gaze.
“No..don’t be…don’t be embarrassed, I just didn’t know that’s all.” You let go of his chin, he looked so sad, his doe eyes drooping, pulled to the ground.
I mean you couldn’t lie, Michael was very handsome, very charming and sweet and you absolutely adored his dedication to his craft, but this was all too sudden.
“Do you wanna go back into the house?” He finally spoke up.
“Oh…well sure.” You closed the record back up, his face reappearing on the cover.
He stood up, offering a supporting hand. You took his offer, carefully stepping out the gap between the chair and the table, being conscious of your trailing robe.
“This is a very stunning color on you.” He said letting go of your hand, quickly eyeing your baby blue pj set once more.
“Oh thank you! Well I guess you could thank Toya! She got them for me.”
“Another?” he huffed, letting out a brief chuckle.
“Another,” You playfully rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.
Micheal began putting his notebooks back, shutting off the lamps and ambient lighting sprinkled into the studio.
“So you prefer smaller lighting while you’re working?” You asked stepping into the outside, the warm air contrasting with the cooler studio.
“Yes, it helps me focus,’ His back was turned, securing the door to the studio back from the outside. “ I can't do all the big overhead lights, save that for performing.”
He let you walk ahead, both of you beginning your walk back towards the main wings of the house.
Michael quickly shuffled ahead of you, trying to catch your attention without raising his voice. He placed a hand on your back.
“Hey, we can go back in through my room,” He pointed to the black winding staircase in the distance that went up to a balcony on the second floor. “Front entrance might be louder,”
“Ohhh.. I forgot about that..ugh that is so cool.” You said, shaking your head, following his detour. It really is a blessing that the Jackson’s took you in and filled the empty void that your parents had been building for years, thanks to them you feel like you experience new things everyday.
You and Michael made your way up the metal steps, his steps almost silent, while your slippers made subtle, muted clicks against the gritty surface.
Making it to the top, he turned around reaching for your hand, helping you the rest of the way up. You both made your way to his actual door, he pushed one of the double doors open, stepping aside to let you in first.
Insane, you stepped into this huge room, that was finely decorated from the ceiling to the floor. You stepped in further, slowly because you were afraid you could bump something out of place at any moment. It was nothing like Latoya because she was one of a clean freak.
You found the empty space in front of his bed where there was nothing but his huge rug.
“Tired yet?” He asked, easily making it through his familiar set ups.
“No.. not yet..” You crouched down in front of his bed, eyeing the clock hanging on his wall. It was almost 12am. You sighed, if your body kept up you were going to be tired come morning time, sluggishly trying to leave the house with the rest of the family.
“What about you?” you asked, sitting fully on your bottom.
“Well, I'm usually up at night, so this is common for me, seems like I have a friend this time.”
You rested your head on your hand, tapping your cheek with your finger.
“You want some ice cream?” Michael made his way to his bedroom door, his focus on you.
“What? Really?” you asked.
“Ice cream? At this time?”
“Yup,” He nodded his head.
“Sure.. why not,” you shrugged. Might as well, not like you had anything better to do.
“Okay, stay here, I'll be right back.”
Michael left you in his room while he quickly and quietly made his way downstairs. He was more eager than he could admit, immediately gunning for the freezer.
He opened it, reaching for the icecream, and when he shut the door, he nearly jumped out of his skin, seemingly having extra guests that had the same thoughts of him.
Tito and Jermaine were sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen, waiting for Mike to notice them sitting there.
“Jesus!” His shout came out as a whisper, his grip on the carton tightening.
“Hey Mike, what are you up to?” Tito asked, a grin on his face.
“Just ice cream,” He said, placing it on the counter. “You guys are up late.” He walked to the cabinet grabbing two bowls.
“Well it seems we’ve all grown hungry,” Jermaine replied, pointing at the empty plate in front of him.
“Yeah well I cant sleep as per usual.” Mike sighed.
Jermaine eyed Michael, raising his eyebrows, a teasing smile on his face.
“Mike, you need two bowls, for yourself?”
There was a knock that came from behind Michael, Tito smiled already spotting the source before the both of them.
“Aye, party in the kitchen,” Marlon’s voice rang out into the ambience, not a lick of sleep worn on his face.
“Marlon, go to bed,” Jermaine furrowed his eyebrows, knowing this is definitely someone who didn't need to be out at this time.
“Dont be like that Maine.” Marlon continued forward, stepping next to Michael, looking down at the counter.
“Aye Mike, I'm guessing this is for me?” He pointed to the second bowl.
“No, I think that's for his lady.” Tito spoke
“Shes not my lady…” Michael shied away.
“Yet.” Jermaine and Marlon said at the same time, sharing one thought.
“Man… you finally did it? Y'all know the real reason I'm up is because Mike kept bothering me on what he should do.”
Mike turned towards Marlon, his lips fixed to the side, his eyebrows furrowed,
“I came to you once!” He pointed the ice cream scooper towards Marlon.
“Okay Mike, you're making moves at the midnight hour,” Jermaine teased, wearing a devious grin, “whats after icecream?”
“Sleep,” Michael simply replied, rolling his eyes.
Marlon's mouth fell agape, as if he were about to say something.
“I MEAN in our respective rooms.” Michael shut him down immediately.
Marlon threw his hands up in surrender.
Michael walked over to the sink, placing the scooper into the sink.
“Anyway..mother said we have to get up early tomorrow,” Jermaine started, getting up with his empty plate.
“Yeah? Are you gonna tell on us, Jermaine?” Tito asked, watching him move across the room.
“Maybe,” Jermaine shrugged.
“And how are you going to do that, and you're standing in the kitchen with us right now?” Marlon placed a hand on his hip raising an eyebrow.
Michael let the bickering continue on, he was going back upstairs. He grabbed two spoons out the drawer, placing one in each bowl before started to leave the kitchen area.
“Where you going Mike?” Marlon teased, a devilish smile wore on his face.
“I’m going to bed,” he lied straight through his teeth, attempting to wink at Marlon before turning back around, heading for the winding staircase.
You sat in Michael’s room waiting for him to come back.. he was taking longer than you thought, and overtime your eyelids began to grow heavy.
Sleep had threatened you a couple times, your back hitting the edge of his bed before you were startled awake by the sensation of falling backward.
When Mike finally came back, all that went away like a switch. He walked in with two porcelain bowls filled with icecream, spoons sticking out from the tops.
“Tired?” he asked, handing you your bowl as he sat down next to you.
“A little bit…” You softly smiled, holding the cold bowl in your lap, the sensation bleeding through your pajamas.
“Sorry it took me so long, my brothers were in the kitchen having a kumbaya…”
“What they doing up?” you giggled, “I thought we were all supposed to be sleep.”
“Well, I guess they couldn’t sleep either.” Michael shrugged. “They might all be sleeping on the beach tomorrow.”
“I might be too..” you picked up the cold utensil, bringing the spoonful of ice cream to your mouth. “Why are we going to the beach anyway?”
“I think Janet and Randy ambushed mother, convinced her to take us…and Janet is forcing us all to go…or else..”
“Or else what…” you raised an eyebrow out of concern.
“I don’t know…” Michael’s eyes went wide with genuine concern.
You let out a giggle, your mouth filled with icecream. You’ve never seen anything like it, Janet being the youngest runs her brothers like she’s the oldest and for some reason..they listen.
You and Michael spent the rest of the time enjoying your icecream, laughing and talking about random things. Michael was starting to forget about what happened in the studio, he also decided to never speak of it, ever. After a while the spoons were clinking against the bottom of the empty bowls, a new shiver fell over your body after eating the cold dessert.
“Thank you for this,” You said, shaking the bowl slightly before setting it back down on the hardwood floor.
“No problem,” Michael was starting up the record player in his room, his back turned towards you.
“Tired?” he asked joining you back on the floor.
“Not anymore, might have a sugar rush soon.” You teased, scooting closer to him. The music played softly in the room, adding a thin layer to the silent background.
You two stared at each other, a soft smile on your face. You could feel warmth rushing back to your face. You delicately grabbed his chin, turning his head towards you a little more.
“Thank you again.” Your voice was soft and low. You brought his face down, and pressed a soft kiss into his cheek.
“Let’s start here.” You ran a thumb over his cheek, feeling his dimple cave under your thumb.
“Okay,” he said with a smile he couldn’t help from growing.
You let go of his cheek, letting your head fall to his shoulder, staring ahead.
Michael stared ahead, losing himself in thought still smiling processing the events of tonight. He guessed he could speak about the first attempt of kissing you, since you ended up kissing him on the cheek later on. It didn’t feel that bad after all, the embarrassment that situation brought washing away.
“Tired?” He asked, still looking ahead.
“Y/N?” He looked down at his shoulder to see you asleep against him. So cute, your cheek was smushed against his shirt adding extra plush towards your closed eyes.
He slowly wrapped his arm around your shoulder, lightingly pulling you closer, providing you extra comfort against his body. He stayed completely still feeling like he couldn’t move or else he’d wake you up.
“Wow, goodnight…a sugar rush, huh?”
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