You toss and turn in your bed, keeping your cool pillow in a tight embrace, not being able to fall asleep for some reason.
And the thing is, it's pretty much been like this all week. It's not unusual for you to have trouble falling asleep from time to time, but you think there might be a reason behind it this time.
As much as you don't want to admit it, you miss him terribly.
Michael. Your best friend.
Tomorrow would mark the 8th month since you've seen him, due to him being on tour with his brothers, the Jackson 5. He does call you often, and when he isn't available to call, he writes you letters and you write to him too. So you guys do keep in contact, which you do really enjoy, but you miss him being with you. And the more you try to avoid your feelings of longing to see Michael, the more you feel saddened about it.
You huff and throw your pillow to the floor, growing frustrated at your state of gloom. Laying on your back now, you turn your head to see the time on your alarm clock.
3:13 a.m.
"Why can't I just go to sleeeepp.." you groan.
The sudden ringing of your telephone startles you and you sit up on your bed. Who in the world would be calling at this time??
Your mind immediately goes to one person and one person only.
"No, no that's stupid.." you scold yourself.
Still, a little bit of hope resides in you as you slowly pick up the phone receiver. "Hello?"
"Y/N!" A familiar voice says on the other line happily.
Butterflies swarm in your stomach and a delighted grin sits on your face.
Little did you know, Michael felt the exact same way every time either you or he called each other.
"Michael! Oh my goodness, hi! I'm glad to hear from you..but it's so late! What are you doing up at 3 in the morning?"
He chuckles. "I should ask you the same thing. But I couldn't sleep." He paused.
"Plus, I was thinking about you," he mutters quietly.
Now he's got me blushing, you say to yourself in your mind.
Warmth spread across your cheeks as you bashfully play with the phone cord.
"You miss me huh?" You teased him.
He laughed again on the other line. "Yeah, I do. I can't wait to get back home. But don't get me wrong, I love performing for our loyal fans but-"
"You're in need of some downtime?" you finished for him.
"Yes! Exactly!" You smile at his enthusiasm.
"That's why we're such great friends Y/N, you just get me."
"I think the same," you add as you take a seat on your bed.
"So what's everyone been up to over there Mike?"
"Oh you know, the usual. Me and the fellas doing our performances for the fans and then goofin' off when we get back to our hotel rooms. Joseph's been chill. Oh, that reminds me!"
"I'm listening."
"Y/N, I'm telling you girl, it was insane! One minute me and my brothers are doing our thing, singing ABC, right? And then all of a sudden, one fan hops on stage! And then other, and other, and other! I desperately try to stop them but my words didn't really do much."
"Oh my gosh," you breathed with shock.
"Yeah! So we needed to dip, and fast! All of us and our security guards raced down the hall so that we don't get snatched up by the fans but unfortunately some of us weren't so lucky. Tito, or somebody, lost a shoe. I can't really remember who it was cuz' everything was just so crazy!"
You nodded over the phone even though he couldn't see you.
"They were tuggin' on me and Jermaine. One fan even grabbed me and pulled me down! But I eventually escaped. And if I had known before that something like that was gonna happen, I wouldn't have worn a scarf," he giggled.
"Ohh you poor things! I'm sorry that happened to you guys, Mike. That must've been really scary.."
"Yeah," he sighed. "It honestly was. But I know the fans do it out of love."
"Mm yeah but still, they should have respected you guys' personal space."
It went silent for a while on both ends.
"I know this is gonna sound silly..but after that encounter, while I was still so shaken up, I- I thought about the way you would comfort me about stuff when we're together, and your sweet words. And that made me feel better Y/N."
Butterflies, butterflies, and more butterflies.
You hold your hot cheek and smile a smile that even the Cheshire cat would be jealous of.
"Awww, Michael! That's so sweet.." you gushed. Once again he chuckled, but a hint of shyness was mixed in.
"Soo how are things going with you back at home?"
You were too busy replaying his previous words in your head that you missed his question.
"Oh- huh? Sorry, I didn't hear you," you say, embarrassed.
"I said how are things going with you back at home."
"The usual. I'm going to school, hanging with friends, doing chores, etc. Nothing really eventful. Well, except there's a bake sale coming up next week for a basketball game at my school. I'm looking forward to that."
"Sounds fun! Wish I could be there to bake with you," he said rather sadly.
"Don't worry Mike. Once you and your brothers are back, we're gonna spend the whole day doing fun stuff together. Anything you wanna do."
"I look forward to it, buttercup."
You beam for like the 50th time tonight. The smile in his voice making it even better.
A yawn tries to force its way out, and you try your hardest to keep it down, but no luck.
"Are you tired? What time is it?"
Michael looks over at his alarm that reads 4:02 a.m. and his eyes widen.
"Oh man Y/N I'm so sorry for keeping you up this late," he apologized.
"No don't apologize Mike. I'm always up for a call with you. But I think we both should turn in for the night," you say tiredly.
"Good idea. Talk to you later Buttercup."
"Good night, peanut."
"Good night."
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