let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

redemption

                            September 7th, 1995

Ariana

"And if he gets fussy, just sing Smile, that always helps him." Michael says as he's being pushed out the door by Grace while I'm sneaking back in. "And don't forget Delilah's bedtime, it's 7:00 pm, if she's extra well behaved, 8:30 at the latest." I add.

"Did you guys forgot how long I've known your kids for?" Grace humours with a smirk.

"Right, sorry. It's just our first night together at an event in a long time." I say, smoothing down my outfit.

"I know it is which is why you two can't be late, now go!" She shoos us out of the house. "Okay but what if-" Michael is interrupted. "Everything will be okay."

"But also-" I'm cut off. "Guys, go out and enjoy yourselves. And win some awards, why don't ya?"

Michael and I laugh as we slip into the limousine. "Are you nervous?" I ask him, clicking my seatbelt on.

He stifles a chuckle. "Why do you always ask this?"

"Well, are you?"

He shakes his head. "No, No I'm not."

"I expected that answer." I kiss him, my eyes start to undress him subconsciously but I immediately pull myself together. I can't help it that Michael looks so good tonight.

"What?" His tone is deep and his eyes are sparkling.

"You're just so...sexy." He blushes violently and turns away. "Ariana..." I think it's the gold shin pads making me so hot and bothered.

"No seriously, I don't know how I got so lucky with you as my partner, Michael."

He looks back at me. "I should be the one telling you that." He trails kisses down my neck which pushes a giggle out of my lips.

Bill then clears his throat forcefully, making it clear we aren't the only two people in his vehicle.

"Sorry, Bill." Michael calls, the sound of his voice bouncing from our side all the way down to Bill's.

The rest of the ride is peaceful, Michael's fingertips are intertwined within mine.

The limousine comes to a halt in the middle of the road. The noisy roars of the fans and vehicles fill my ears, police surround the car. Michael and I step out, hand in hand.

We wave to the crowds of people and are soon rushed inside. We're sat on the very left and in the front. Before the show starts, Janet runs up to myself and Michael, greeting the both of us. It's nice not being completely in the dark around all of these new artists.

"We got this, don't we, applehead?" Janet nudges him playfully.

"I hope so." Michael bites his lip as he looks around.

"Ariana, you look hot." Janet compliments.

"Have you not seen yourself?" I admire Janet's outfit which leads me to noticing the back of her shirt. It has pervert and then the number 2 imprinted on it, I look back at Michael and he's talking to some other people in the industry.

"Eh, this was honestly a last minute decision." She gestures to her getup. "I just wanted to represent my support for Michael."

"What do you mean?" I question.

She turns around, pointing to her top. "See how it says pervert 2?" She looks back at me, I nod. "Well, since I think the allegations have been so ridiculous, if Michael is considered a pervert then I'm a pervert too."