11:18am
I awoke from the nap I took since I blanked out after falling to the ground. I was still in Michael's lap but we were in clean clothes. Michael was asleep also with his head laying on his own shoulder for support. I shook him a little as I sat up. He wouldn't wake up. Then I tried waking him more violently. Like, punching his arm or flicking his face. he still wouldn't wake up. I sighed and just stared at him. He looked so peaceful and beautiful. I tried to fight the urge of kissing his delicate lips but I couldn't fight the temptation. I slowly began to lean into him but when I was about lay a gentle kiss on him, he stirred and I ended up kissing his cheek. As my lips came in contact with his soft skin, he groaned and opened his eyes. He looked at me confused and I looked away as if I hadn't just kissed him. He smirked and lightly touched his cheek. "What were you just doing?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"breathing.." I quickly replied. He giggled at me and I exhaled a good amount of air when he wasn't looking. He started to stand up and I grabbed his arm for support as I stood up as well. "so.. uh, did we just fall asleep over here from last night?" I said referring to the crazy dream world. He stayed quiet and looked in my eyes. He walked towards me with a straight face. I kept backing up until I hit the wall. "It depends.. what exactly happened last night?" he whispered to me. There was a sudden glow In his eyes, and the more that I noticed it, the more I noticed I was forgetting everything that happened. Michael stepped closer to me so our chests were touching. Every breath he took would send me into a more relaxed state of mind. Each time his chest rose and fell, mine would do the same. It was as though we were the same person for the time being. I couldn't think straight and I was still tired. "m..Michael?" I said. He raised an eyebrow and waited for me to ask my question. "how is he?" I asked. He furrowed his eyebrows. "who are we speaking about?" he said confused. "my brother..is he okay? Did he make it to heaven?" Michael sighed and gave me a small smile. "July.. I think you need to get some more rest..." I moved away from him, breaking our gaze. "no..I refuse to.. I've already took a nap." He touched my bare arm gently and my body covered in goosebumps. "Wanna go somewhere?" he asked completely off topic. I shrugged and he sighed. "even if we do leave, you'll need clothes and something to disguise you with.." I replied, a little irritated for some reason. He just walked out the room and went downstairs. I didn't know whether I made him mad or if he just needed to do something important? I don't know... anyway, I lied down while I noticed the smooth sound of 'raspberry beret' being played downstairs. I got up and made me way towards the music, then I noticed Michael had been cooking. I walked by him and watched him do his thang. "thought you didn't like him." I said bluntly. "like who?" he asked gently. "Prince.. isn't he your enemy.?" he chuckled and said, "Prince is not my enemy. We are- well were good friends from time to time." "oh"
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'Cause Everytime We Touch {A Michael Jackson fanfiction}
FanfictionA Michael Jackson Fan fiction. What happens when Michael's spirit comes down from the heavens and invades itself into July's life? Will her and her sister be okay, or will they fight for Michael's attention? Also, find out who's been stocking them i...