Book II Of the 'Not Vanilla' Imagine Series
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Imagines Between you & Michael Jackson.
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The evening was draped in a serene silence, broken only by the soft hum of the projector and the gentle notes of the music floating through the dimly lit theater. You and Michael sat comfortably, bathed in the warm glow of the screen as the timeless, black-and-white flickers of Charlie Chaplin danced in front of you. The rhythmic crunch of Michael's hand diving into the bucket of popcorn filled the quiet space between you, each smacking sound of his chewing ringing playfully in your ear. His laughter—deep and bubbling over with joy—tugged at the corners of your mouth, warming your heart in a way that only he could. It was infectious, the kind of laughter that spread through your chest like a wildfire, making you feel at home in this quiet, shared moment.
This had become your tradition, spending weekends together at his family's sprawling home. You would arrive, greeted by the familiar scent of jasmine and old wood, but your true destination was always Michael. His family was lovely, welcoming you as one of their own, but it was him who drew you here time and again. The two of you had grown up side by side after his family moved to Encino. Back then, when the world only saw him as the young boy from the Jackson Five, you had seen him as Mikey—just Michael. Not the man who would one day moonwalk his way into music history, not the star who could capture the hearts of millions with a single note. To you, he was simply your best friend, the boy you shared secrets with, the one whose smile could brighten the darkest days.
Over the years, something shifted within you. The childhood bond you shared had deepened into something more, something you couldn't ignore. You found yourself staring a little too long at the curve of his jaw, lingering a little too closely when he hugged you goodbye. You had fallen in love with him, a love that took root so deeply it ached in your chest. But that love, as fierce and unyielding as it was, remained hidden behind the walls you had carefully constructed. How could you ever tell him? Especially when his conversations drifted to Brooke Shields, Diana Ross, and other glamorous women who filled the industry. It seemed like his world was filled with stars you could never compete with.
