Ever Victorious (A Michael Jackson Tale)

Perfect Fools

Michael's P.O.V

"Michael? Michael! C'mon sleepy head, the doctor's gonna be here any time soon"

I heard that familiar sweet voice cut through my dreamless sleep. I scrunched my eyes up as I turned and looked at her.

My love. My girl. At least, that's what she would have been if I hadn't been so stupid as to walk away. I was determined to never do that again.

Her hair was tied into a loose ponytail, obviously done in a rush in an attempt to tidy herself up. She was fully dressed in yesterday's clothes, though they were slightly rumpled from spending the night on the floor. She had just managed to put on some subtle pink lipgloss, making me want to kiss her all over again.

That was the thing with women, no matter where they were they always seemed to have makeup on them, it could be an apocalypse and they'd still be rummaging around for their cosmetics.

But she needn't have bothered, she was effortlessly beautiful. I wished it was that easy for me, maybe then the press would keep off my back. I wasn't vain or anything, not at all. I just had to look perfect all the time, especially after all my trouble with acne, the looks people gave me, I couldn't stand for people to call me ugly ever again. I wouldn't be able to survive that.

I rubbed my face with my hands and she grinned.

"I'm guessing you slept well"

I wasn't used to her toying with me, I liked it.

"Like a baby, thank you for enquiring Miss Rose"

I saw her face redden as she blushed. We were both as bad as each other. She fidgeted with the lose strands of her hair. I couldn't believe that I was capable of making her feel so... uncomfortable. But she didn't seem that uncomfortable the night before, maybe, unlike me, she had come down from cloud nine and was starting to regret what we had done. I hoped that wasn't the case, I would quite happily do that again.

"Oh and your clothes are on the end of the bed"

My heart slammed to a halt as I realised I was completely starkers. It was then my turn to blush.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to watch. I'm going to step outside... you know, to distract the doctor until you're... um, decent"

She hurried out of the room, tripping over her shoelace as she went out of the door. I smiled, she was too sweet.

She was being particularly intriguing, perhaps she was still on a high. Nonetheless, it was still evident that I was completely smitten by her. She was beyond perfect.

As I got dressed, I thought back to the night before. I could still smell her on my skin, and taste her lips. I couldn't think of anything more perfect than the feeling of being consumed by nothing else but love.

Maria's P.O.V

I cringed as I pulled the door closed. I had completely embarrassed myself in front of him.

I had been awake for over an hour or two before I woke him up, just watching him sleep.

His curls were all messed up, stuck to his forehead. His chest moved evenly, his eyelashes were so long, perhaps even longer than mine. He was the most beautiful creature I had ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on, even though he insisted he wasn't. I guess that just added to his perfections, he was so modest. He deserved every compliment in the world, yet he took each one with suprise and grace, and being completely bashful by the attention.

I couldn't understand how someone who behaved so confident on stage could be so shy. How did I deserve someone so perfect when I couldn't even walk in a straight line without making a fool of myself? Why would someone so famous want to even look at me anyway, let alone...