What About | Michael Jackson Fanfic

Chapter Eleven

October 22, 1987

New York

Lauren

Over the past days, I must say they've been the best. Yeah, I've been in many videos with some amazing artists, but I believe this has been the best I have ever experienced. It wasn't even the fact that I was with Michael.

From the dancers to the producers. Everyone is so genuine so kind. I saddens me the fact that it's our last work day. Hopefully I get to work with at two people after this amazing production.

As me and Michael was leaving our very last Photoshoot for "The Way You Make Me Feel," I noticed he was very quiet. Yes, he's already a quiet and observing person, but he was deadly quiet. Did I perhaps do something wrong? Or anyone else?

I trailed behind him in a distance as we got back to our truck. Bill was beside me as Michael was with the other bodyguards. He patted my shoulder and gave me a small smile.

"Great Job this week. You were amazing darling." He said enthusiastically. I shyly smiled and put my head down as we walked.

"Thank you so much." I said quietly. I felt his eyes on my skin and I decided not to meet his.

"Why so down?" He said concerned. I didn't know whether to tell him or not since it could be considered Nosey, but if anyone doesn't know Michael with the back of their hand, Bill most definitely does.

"I-I noticed is quiet silent today. I hope I didn't do or say anything wrong. I should go apologize." I said. Bill stopped in his tracks so I stopped as well.

He soon looked up at Michael getting into the truck while we were far back and looked back at me. I looked up at Bill confused.

"Trust me. You didn't do anything wrong. Matter of fact, nobody did. Michael has these times where he goes into deep thought about something, or someone . Like an idea or maybe even lyrics to a song. He'll come along eventually." He said reassuring me. I nodded my head understanding.

I started back walking feeling a bit more relieved. "Oh wow, I didn't know that. Thank you for telling me." I said smiling feeling much better.

"You're welcome. You'll know if you've done something. Yeah he's a quiet man, but trust me when I say he's very vocal on a lot of things." He said chuckling. I joined in chuckling thinking about how he corrected Bill yesterday saying a word wrong.

He really is vocal. As we got to the truck, Bill opened the door for me to get in, & my eyes met with Michael's dark sunglasses though I can feel his orbs staring into mine. I slightly looked down and buckled in as Bill got in the passenger side.

I took a glance at Michael seeing him still looking in my direction. I wonder what could he possibly be thinking so hard about?

Like what goes through his head? He is quite a mystery. But in a good way. You never know what you're gonna get with him. I find that so.. exciting. The tension could be cut with a knife. I didn't realize I was staring at him just as he was staring at me.

He gave me a small smile and I immediately felt embarrassed. I did a nervous chuckled and eventually looked forward since I felt the truck shift into drive and we drove off the premises.