Michael Jackson Imagines

Is It Me? (Invincible Era)

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

"Thank you and here's your receipt." The cashier flashes me a bright smile.

"Thanks, have a wonderful day." I reply before walking out of my local clothes shop.

I wander through the town, I notice the people around me, each radiating their own energy and immersed in their daily routines. I catch a glimpse of an elderly couple from the corner of my eye who were walking down the street opposite me, hand in hand, it was such a beautiful sight to see, which prompts me to reflect on my own relationship.

Michael and I have been together for nearly a year. I love that man with every piece of my heart, but he rarely displays any affection towards me in public or privately. I can't help but wonder if he feels uncomfortable being around me. While he does communicate with me, surprises me with thoughtful gifts, I truly crave his touch and for once, just once I would love for him to bloody kiss me.

I stroll over to my car and hop into the driver seat, all set to go home when my phone begins to buzz in my bag. I grab my phone and notice that Michael was calling, I press the answer button and place it on speakerphone.

"Hello."

"Hi, (Y/N). Uh, I'll be home late tonight again. Paul wants me over, it's important."

"Okay, see you when you get home."

"Bye."

"Bye, Michael." I hang up.

Michael has never said he loves me and I've never said I love him, our relationship has been okay I guess. I sigh to myself and start my car up and drive home.

While I concentrate on driving, I recall the first time I met Michael. He was incredibly charming and genuinely interested in getting to know me, yet amusingly, I wasn't initially attracted to him. Back then, Michael was that infatuated that he would've done anything, you could've even asked Paul, his best friend, but once I became his girlfriend, it was like his interest in me had faded.

I park up in my driveway and get out. I grab my bag and place my hand inside and rummage around for my house keys until I found them, I stand in front of my door and unlock it and walk in.

I plop down on the sofa, kick my shoes off and sprawl out and just relax. Suddenly, my bag begins to buzz again. I roll over and grab my phone from my bag seeing that Jennifer was calling, so I answer.

"Hi Jennifer." I spoke up in a chirpy tone. Jennifer is my personal assistant.

"Hi, (Y/N). You have a business meeting on Monday at 1 in the afternoon with Mr. Johnson, just to let you know." My Assistant Jennifer speaks on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Johnson? Why him?" I panic.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" I think about what I say before answering her question.

"It's... nothing, Jennifer, let him know the meeting will be held in my office. Thank you."

"Okay, is there anything you need?"

"A new boyfriend." I joke.

"Why's that? Relationship issues?"

"Jennifer, I love Michael of course I do, he's just not the same as he used to be. At the beginning he was sweet and romantic, he'd buy me flowers. Now he seems to be... less interested. He's also never kissed me either"

"What? He's never kissed you? Has he even been intimate with you?" I bursted out laughing at Jennifer's question.

"You must be kidding, right?"