You Don't Know? (A Michael Jackson Fan-fiction)

23: You Don't Know?

My body is in full shock and my eyes can't seem to un-widen themselves.

Woah. He remembers that?

He must've been holding on to that for a long time because that came out of NO WHERE.

"Helloo?" Michael waved his hand in front of my face.

"Are you going to answer?"

"Your first grade harem reminded me..."

"What?" Did he just say harem.

Omg.

I'm shooketh.

"Ummm..." How in the world did this happen?

How in the world?? I'm at an idiot, I literally can't right now.

My stupid self really thought I could hide this from him when he is literally the person I surround myself with everyday, and the amount of slip ups I've had- it doesn't even make since.

"Mmmk, I'm leaving..." Michael gets up and head to the door.

"Michael..." I try to plead running after him.

"No." He opens the door and stop.

"I don't believe how I let myself be betrayed once again... you know how many people have taken advantage of me. I really let you slip, hear my own song and said to myself- oh it isn't nothing to worry about, I even convinced myself that it wasn't even my song that I heard but no... I'm not letting you get by this time, and I'm not trusting anybody ever again..." Michael continues walking.

"Michael no..." I try to grab his arm before he leaves.

"Get off of me Angel." He says through clenched teeth and shrugs me off.

"Wait... let me expla–" The door slams in my face.

I had a good explanation...

Michael... no no no.

I open the door and don't see him.

All of a sudden my eyes start to well up.

Noo, Michael...

What?

Michael

What Angel?

What?

"What?" Michael stared at me with worry.

"What... but you were just-" I look at the door confused...

"What the he–"

"Heck." He laughs a little but quickly frowns with concern.

"Why do you keep looking at the door?" He looks back and forth at the door and me looking at it.

"Um..." what in the world?

Was I day dreaming?

"Baby, are you ok? What were you talking about- you kept saying no Michael, and I had a good explanation. I was confused and then you called my name..." He holds my cheek in his hand.

"I was talking about my trip to Egypt after you made fun of me but you kept saying "no, " so I stopped talking about it and started talking about Africa and then you said "no" again and now I don't know." Michael confusedly blabs.

"Baby." I touch his cheek with fear still simmering inside me from the daydream.

"I can't hold this in anymore I got something to tell you." I hurriedly take my hand away from his cheek and stand up.