Michael Jackson One-Shots

🟡DINNER

1989

Y/N's Point of View

The phone started to ring.

I figured it was Michael, only because he told me he would be on my home phone soon to let me know when he was about to leave.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi, Y/N." Michael's sweet voice came through on the other end. "I just called to see how you were doing."

"I'm okay," I admitted. "You wanna come over and eat what my parents made?"

"What's that?" He asked.

"Me." I snickered at myself.

"You are naughty." He sounded flustered.

"Only for you," I flirted.

Michael chuckled. "I'll be there soon, I promise. And then we're going out tonight."

"To where?" I asked. "How are we gonna get you anywhere without being harassed?"

"I have my ways. I am Michael Jackson, after all."  With that be hung up the phone.

If we were going out to dinner, I figured I should find something to dress nicely in. Wherever we went, it would be formal. Even if I'd love to dress in jeans and a t-shirt, and I doubt Michael would care, I didn't want to be impolite.

Then again, I didn't want to get too fancy.

So I picked my next best thing. It was a summer dress that would keep me cool-ish from the harsh heat outside. But in case wherever we went had overpowering air conditioning, I'd bring a sweater.

The phone rang again a few minutes later. "I'm about to leave. You're at your apartment, right?" He asked.

"Yes sir. Now hurry up, I'm hungry." I said.

He wasn't longer than five minutes getting here. I watched from one of the windows that could view the parking lot. My heart fluttered seeing his car pull in. I knew he'd probably come up to knock on my door and be all cheesy, so I was gonna let it happen.

I was on my toes looking through the peephole and saw him walking down the hall.

After he knocked, I waited a few seconds, so It didn't seem like I had been standing there with my face pressed against the door.

"Hey there." He said. "You look rather lovely."

I cringed. "Don't get all poetic on me. Hey, nice disguise."

He shook his head, smiling. "I figured I'd try to get through this without needing guards."

I gasped a little. "Michael, anybody can recognize you! What if-" He handed me a bouquet of flowers, interrupting me. I could help but smile. "That was very sweet of you."

"Anytime, princess." He kissed me. "Now put those in something, and let's go. We have a reservation."

I wasn't sure how much time I had, so I quickly but carefully put the flowers in a vase. When I came back, I took his hand, and we left.

~

Well, I was right. The restaurant was quite over the top formal. I felt a little silly, but Michael told me not to worry about it.

Our table was private, so we had a room to ourselves. Not that we'd get up to anything other than eating, anyway...

When we told the waiter what we wanted, he walked away, and Michael took my hand to kiss it. "How was your day?"

"Productive. I got a lot of work done and even cleaned up my place a little. Not that it was messy before, of course." I said. "How did the filming go?"

"Great, actually," He said. "But there are always things I could fix."

I shook my head. "I wish you weren't such a perfectionist."

He lifted his glass to clink it with mine. "You can thank my father for that."

~

"Hey, how's Janet doing? I meant to call her today about her baby."

Michael and I had finished eating and were on dessert. "Great. She's due pretty soon, actually."

My face lit up. "I'll be an aunt soon!"

Michael's precious smile grew. "You're so cute when you get excited."

That made me flustered, and I blushed.

By the end of the night, I was falling asleep in my chair.

When Michael stood up and put his hand out, it shook me from my daze. "I'll take you home."

I must've fallen asleep the whole car ride back to my apartment because I opened my eyes when I felt a familiar turn being made.

"Can't you stay the night?" I asked.

He sat in thought for a while. "I'll have to leave pretty early in the morning if I do. I don't want to wake you up."

"I don't care." I yawned. "I just want you over."

We both got out of the car. "Are you afraid of the dark?" He teased.

"That's exactly why I want you to stay."

I held Michael's hand and leaned on him the whole way up. I slightly fumbled with my keys, trying to find the right one. I could've gotten it right the first time if I wasn't so tired.

I slid off my shoes at the front door and dragged myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth, but I didn't spend long doing that.

Michael was already waiting for me by the time I came out, but I still had to change into something more comfortable to sleep in.

It was dark in the room, so it was hard to see anything. I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up the next morning with my shirt on backward.

I got into bed and felt Michael's hands wrap around my body. I shivered. "You're like a radiator."

"You just feel cold." He said, squeezing me tighter. "I'll fix that."

He kissed my neck a few times and buried his nose into it. I shivered more.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you mostest," I said.

"That's not a word." Michael chuckled.

"It actually is." I started slurring my words together. "I just used it wrong..."

Michael didn't argue back, and I guessed he sensed that I was falling asleep. So he did the same.