Forever and a Half || Michael Jackson

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Nothing's Too Much

Chapter twenty-eight – Nothing's Too Much

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"So, this is my place, Reiss." As we enter my house, I open my arms, as if presenting my living space to him. "I mean, it's nothing much, but ... it's home."

He looks around the kitchen, which is the room we entered the house through a few moments back. "Seems like a nice place though. It's sweet." After scanning the room briefly, he looks at me in concern. "You really don't mind me staying here a few days?"

I shake my head. "No, of course not. It'll be nice company for a little while. And besides, you're Michael's uncle. Practically family to me."

Michael takes his uncle's jacket from him, hanging it on the coat rack, before resting a hand on Reiss' shoulder. "Exactly. Don't even worry about it, Uncle. Citria is the sweetest, most accommodating girl you'll ever know; nothing is too much to ask of her."

"He's right," I add. "You want anything at all, I'll do my best to get it for you."

Reiss smiles at me, placing a hand on his chest. "You're wonderful. Thank you, kid."

"Stop thanking me for something I wanted to do," I demand playfully, heading towards the door leading into the hallway. "Now come on; let's go to the living room to relax a little."

We all exit the kitchen, walking through the hallway to the living room. Michael takes a seat first, opening his arms to invite me to sit with him, whilst Reiss sits next to Michael on the other side. I grab the remote, switching the television on for us all.

"Any preferences on TV show?" I ask, changing channels frequently. "I mean, Michael likes those home video shows. Do they have those in Britain, Reiss?"

"Sure they do. I love them too. We can watch one, if you come across one," he answers.

"Alright." I continue searching through the channels, until I find one with a home video show on. Placing the remote down, I sit back on the sofa close to Michael. "There we go."

Whilst the two men watch, I'm left paying no attention to what's happening on the television. I'm thinking about everything that's happened today, and recently. It's still all so crazy to me, because two months ago, I didn't even know Michael Jackson existed. Now, we're in a relationship, and he's living in my home with his uncle. Everything has changed so fast.

Today has involved a lot, really. What was once a trip to the fields – just Michael and I – ended up being a trip to the fields to discuss his family's deaths with the uncle he forgot all about. Now I'm thinking back to when Michael first saw Reiss about an hour ago, it makes sense that he was hysterical. Seeing someone you believed to be dead must be ... there's no word for it.

"Ha! He just crashed into a lamppost!" Michael laughs, bringing me out of my thoughts. It causes me to jump, and he must feel that, because he then looks down at me. "Did I scare you, Angel?"

There's the nickname again; it sends shivers down my spine. I'll never stop loving the way he calls me that.

"N-No—yeah, but it's okay," I stutter, a nervous chuckle coming after my words. "Honestly."

He grins in amusement, shaking his head at me. "Alright." Then, he grows more serious, and whispers. "You're sure Reiss is okay staying here? I hope it's not too much trouble—"

"Shush. He's fine. Now watch your little video show thingy," I snicker, leaning my head on his shoulder.

In reaction to this, he places an arm around my waist, drawing me closer to him. Sometimes, the way he does it brings me back to when we were just friends; we aren't too romantic with each other yet because we've only been together a little over a week, but we do the basics such as cuddling and kissing.