The Lady In My Life, A Michael Jackson Fan Fiction Love Story.

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Well, I dedicate this chapter to @Nichelle_DOPE , simply because she commented and I quote, "CJ is gon kill Michael. Them hormones is gon get him killed. But i like those names". I don't know why, but this comment made me BUST OUT LAUGHING right in the middle of KFC (I was about to clock in), and I couldn't stop laughing. So, I dedicate her reaction and this entire chapter to you, @Nichelle_DOPE , thank you for commenting.. I honestly LOVE your feedback. Hehe, honestly, you crack me up. Lmfao.

Also! A special shoutout to @MichaelloverJackson for sticking with me, and actually HOPING I would return. I felt so loved when I read your comment, gah! Thank you!

And for everyone else, I thank you SO MUCH for reading! ^_^

Sorry for talking so much, just HAD to show my love for the fans. ^_^

Okay, READ NOW! GOOOOO.

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*Candace's POV*

Michael hung up the phone and poked his lips out, looking at the satin sheets on the bed. "So.... you really like those names?" He asked. As if we DIDN'T JUST GET DONE talking about this already...

"Michael, don't play dumb. Who was that on the phone?" I asked.

"Hmm?" He asked. "Whatcha say?"

I hit the top of his head and side eyed him.

"Ow CJ what the hell?!"

"You heard me...." I said through clenched teeth. "Tell me!" I demanded.

He sighed.

Before he spoke again, I thumped his cute little nose, just for fun. Damn, he's so cute.

He scrunched his nose up. "CJ what is wrong with you? Stop abusing me!" He said once he saw me smiling.

I laughed. "Baby, your nose is so cute." I giggled, then thumped it once more. "So cute!"

He pointed a finger at me. "See, now I'm gonna start wearing surgical masks around you too, keep this up." He playfully threatened.

"Oh, don't be such a baby, you baby." I giggled, then got serious again. "Now tell me!" I demanded once more.

"Oh, that." He plainly said. "That was only Frank." He cleared his throat and blinked multiple times. "So, you hungry?" He asked.

"Michael. You are terrible at hiding things, you know that?"

He blinked quickly again. "What? Why do you think I'm hiding something?"

"Either that, or you're nervous." I said with a shrug.

"And why would you make such an accusation, CJ?"

"Well, for one, you're blinking too quickly, which means you're trying to overthink something."

He held his eyes wide open. "That doesn't mean a thing. I had an eyelash in my eye." He said as an excuse.

"Sure.... but I know you, Michael. Also, why else would you ask if I'm hungry when we still have Subway and Chinese Takeout sitting right in front of us?"

He swallowed hard and continued to blink rapidly. "Oh...." he said under his breath.

"Uh-huh. So spill. What's going on?"

He sighed again. "Tomorrow, I have to leave for Italy."

My eyes widened. "Italy?! Tomorrow?! Why wasn't I aware of this?!"