MJ IMAGINES (World with Applehead) ON GOING

Imagination of you and him

1995

You watch the bride and groom slow dance at the center of the reception, the music soft and glowing like it belongs only to this moment. The entire room feels warm, almost unreal.

Your best friend looks beautiful in her wedding dress, smiling like she's living something straight out of a dream. Beside you, Michael sits close enough that his presence feels like comfort itself. And yet, your mind slowly drifts.

Just a little. Then a lot. Suddenly, you're not sitting anymore.

You're there. In the middle of the room.

In a wedding dress that fits you perfectly, glowing under soft golden lights. You almost stumble in your imagination because of how real it feels but somehow, you don't.

Michael stands in front of you in a black tuxedo, a red rose pinned neatly to his chest. And he's looking at you like you're his whole world. The orchestra begins.
And you start to dance. Perfectly in sync.

His hand rests at your waist, steady and warm, like he's afraid letting go would break the moment. Your arms are around his neck, and everything around you fades.

Only him.
Only you.
Only this feeling you can't explain.

"You're staring again," he murmurs softly in your imagination.

"I'm not," you whisper back. He hums."You are." You try not to smile but fail anyway.

"Babe?" The real world gently pulls you back. You blink. "Huh?"

Michael is looking at you with that knowing expression already forming. "I asked if you want dessert," he says, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Oh no," you quickly reply, then soften into a smile. "I'm full." He smiles. "You sure? You didn't even hear me the first time." He laughs under his breath like he already expected that answer.

The reception continues, soft and warm, until the bouquet toss begins. And this is your moment. At least, it's supposed to be.
You shift in your seat, suddenly more alert.

"Oh my God, this is my favorite part," you say, trying to sit up properly but immediately regret it. "Ugh... I ate too much. I can't even stand properly."

Michael then looks at you, waiting for you to jump out of your seat due to excitement.
"Baby aren't you gonna join? You were waiting for this the whole day," he teases.

"I was," you groan, holding your stomach. "But I literally cannot move right now. I'm stuck."

"Aww," he says, pouting playfully. "Too much pasta?"

"Stop it," you say as you lightly tap hus thigh, rolling your eyes but you're smiling anyway.

The girls begin gathering in a circle, squealing and laughing, full of anticipation. The energy shifts instantly, everyone excited, everyone ready.

"Okay, okay!" the bride calls out, standing in front of them. "On the count of three..."

The girls scream. "ONE... TWO... THREE!"

She throws the bouquet. And it flies. Way too far, not even close to the group.

You blink. "...That's not going to" Then it lands directly in your lap.

Silence. Then—

THE ENTIRE ROOM EXPLODES.

"OHHHHH MY GOD!"
"Y/N GOT IT!" Your eyes widen, you slowly look down. Then slowly look at Michael.
He immediately covers his face, laughing.