Panther Jackson [MJ FanFiction]

Chapter 2 : The names Michael.

This is based on the Michael Jackson Panther Dance Scene in Black or White.

I stare at the man on top of beige car, holding an iron rod. He shouts as he bashes the car's front window within three hits. He then throws the rod, and it was so quiet that you can even hear the sound of the rod landing on the ground. The man wore a black cardigan with a white t-shirt and black high-water slacks. Penny loafers pairing with some white socks.

He shouts spreading his arms and follows with some hand movement and a twirl. He became to dance so sensually, almost as he was dirty dancing. I stared at him dumbfounded, truly amazed. His grunts and hisses were slightly satisfying.

Yes, it turned me on. Who was this guy? He is truly a work of art. A shout interrupted my thoughts, he grunts and picks up a trash can. He throws it at a market store's window, which had racist graffiti displayed on it. He runs over to smoked manhole, and dances above it. His cardigan lifts up as his hands roam down his chest while grinding his body onto his manhood. He runs away onto the street doing a full on spin on the heels of his loafers.

SPLASH!

He falls in a puddle and screams. He grabs both sides of shirt and rips it in half. Screaming some more he decides to tear again. Splashing the water with his hand and arching his back. He is screaming at the top of his lungs. He grunts as he stands on both of his feet again, looking around at what he did.

I couldn't help but clap and jump up and down. His eyes widen and he steps back a few steps. I look at his exposed chest and grin. He frowns as he follows my eyes and his head shoots back up. He just chuckles turning around to walk away.

No way was I letting this man walk away. I run towards him and stand in front of him. He gives me a look as he stops hovering over me. He moves a few curls of his face to the side, and places his hands on his hips.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but saw what you did." I say looking at him smiling. He just stares at me and says nothing. "I like your dancing, it's very um . . entertaining." I continued looking at his lips.

"Thank you, but I need to go." He mumbles as he grabs my shoulders moving me out of his way. I grabbed his arm stopping him. He looks at me again with a irritated look pressed on his face.

"Why do you keep leaving?" I ask with a tint of confusion in my voice. He snatches my grip off his arm and smirks. "You want me to stay? I'm trying not to get called by the cops." He grins looking at me up and down. "The cops? By who?" I ask crossing me arms. "By you, duh." He scoffs.

I chuckle and sigh.

"By me? You're joking right? I would never call the police. That would get us both in trouble." I laugh walking around him. He joins in, not replying. "What's your name, man I just saw dirty dancing." I ask smiling. He laugh died instantly and his jaw clenched. "I was just kidding, dang." I mumbled looking at the ground, almost afraid to look up.

"The names Michael, how about yours?" He finally answers placing his hands in his pockets. "I'm Marlene." I reply smiling. His eyes widen for a moment then his lips curve into a smile. "So your the Marlene Allen everyone is talking about?" He asks chuckling.

Oh my god, does he really believe all the rumors this city makes? This is so annoying now fuck all the attention.

"Oh please not you! God this is stupid." I yell throwing a fit. "Whoa! Calm down, girl." He chuckles grabbing onto my wrists. I stop and stare at him, and he lets go of my wrists. "Well, it was nice meeting you I guess, but uh I need to go." He mumbles feeling the bridge of his nose. "Oh ok, well I'll see you." I reply placing a hand on my hip. He nods and walks off.

"Hey! Wait!" I call out, and he turns around I run towards him. "Can I have your number?" I ask blushing. "Yeah, maybe next time." He answers placing his hands in his pocket again. "There maybe won't be a next time." I replied biting my lip. "There will be a next time, girl." He chuckles and turns to walk away. Then he stops and turns around and smiles at me. "Oh and I don't believe the rumors about you." He says winking at me.

I smile and walk up to him. I look at him in the eyes and smile. I lean in and place a wet soft kiss on his cheek. He slightly turn red but it quickly faded away.

"What was that for?" He asks raising a brow.

For being sexy, and not believing all the lies about me.

"For not believing the rumors, Thank you."

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