Bad Era
Michael had his hand on his nose most of dinner. This was a habit he had for when he was nervous. "Mike, sweetheart, is there something.......wrong?" I asked carefully. Michael smiled brightly. "No....no,what makes you think that?" "You have your hand on your nose." He quickly removed his hand and smiles again. I roll my eyes, 'He's so goofy.' I think to myself. Michael pays, despite my protests to at least split the bill. He chuckles and says, "Not tonight Y/n, today's....different...." "Why do you say that?" "You'll see,"
We walk to the park as the sun is beginning to set. We watch for a bit, holding hands. "Y/N,I wanted to ask you something." "Yes Michael?" "Well, we've loved each other for a long time. You've made my life so much better since you and Y/F/N decided to climb onstage...." I giggle fondly at the memory. He gets on one knee and I gasp. "Will you marry me?" "Of course Michael! You didn't even have to ask!!!" He slips the ring on my finger and twirls me around. He places a gentle kiss on my lips and whispers, "I love you." He kisses me again and I whisper it back.
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Michael Jackson Imagines
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