Her Name Was Rose *Mj Fanfic*

1989

•Warning: Mature Scene.•

"Ten!
Nine!
Eight!
Seven!
Six!
Five!
Four!
Three!
Two!
One!

Happy New Year!"

Everyone is going crazy, everyone is giving people the first kiss of the New Year, and I'm just sitting at some stuffy 'high end' club. Alone. I guess you can say I'm not in the party mood.

"It is 1989! We are officially one year away from a new decade! Let's make this year our best yet!" The guy on the microphone says.

"Happy new year mija." My mom comes up to me, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Happy new year mami. Happy new year dad."

My dad comes up to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek also. They both give me sympathetic looks. I sigh, twirling my ring around and look up at them.

"Come on, don't be sad. It's the new year! Go and have fun, don't let this spoil your time." I wave them off.

"Are you sure love?" My mom says.

"Yeah. I'm not really in the clubbing mood anyways, I should've just stayed with Michael. You guys have fun, I'm just gunna go back to the room." I give a soft smile. "Besides, I gotta be up early."

My parents nod their heads and each give me a kiss on the cheeks. I stand up and walk out of the clubhouse where they were having a private party. All of the A-list celebrities were there, except for Michael. He stayed behind because he had some type of phone conference of whatever.

I walk to the sidewalk where the limo was waiting for me and John opens the door for me.

"Happy New Year John." I smile, giving him a hug.

"Happy New Year Rose. I hope tonight was well for you."

I shrug. "Eh. I'd rather be sleeping right now." I slip inside the limo and a light turns on.

I gasp and look up, it was Michael, in an all black suit and sunglasses. He had a bottle of champagne in one hand, and a bouquet of Roses in the other.

"Michael!" I clutch my chest. "I thought you were doing a conference."

"I lied." He said, his sweet voice turning deep. "I just said that because I had a surprise for you."

"A surprise?"

"Yes."

I raise my eyebrows in confusion.

"I know tomorrow is a stressful day for you and I want you make you feel better about it. Excuse my language but I think it's fucked up how they're having you go to court on New Year's Day."

I chuckle at him, still not used to him cursing around me. "You didn't have to do all this."

"I know. But I wanted too." He sets the bottle down and hands me the Roses. "Happy new year my love." He whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine.

I lean in and kiss him.

Michael deepens the kiss and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling it gently. I moan into his mouth as my hands travel up and around his body, trying to feel him. Michael pulls back and smiles devilishly at me.

"Hold on now. There's time for that later." He leans forward and pops open the champagne bottle. "Care for some bubbly, madam?"

I giggle as he pours a glass and hands it to me. I sip on it as he turns around to see where we are at.