Michael Jackson Imagines

He Tells You That He's Bisexual

I laid on the bed, watched TV, and waited for Michael to come home from work. Then he walked in looking sad.

I sat up and asked concerned, "Michael, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Y/N." He said sadly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

He sighed, took his shoes off, and came to my side of the bed. I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back. Then he grabbed my hands and caressed them.

"Y/N, there's something I've got to tell you." He said.

"What is it, baby?" I said putting my hand on the side of his face.

He grabbed my hand and asked, "Will you promise me that you won't look at me any different?"

"I promise." I said.

"I...am...bisexual." His voice broke a little.

"Oh, baby." I said.

I grabbed him and gave him the most passionate hug. He started crying on my shoulder and I caressed his back.

"Shhh, it's okay baby." I whispered.

"I'm sorry. I just thought that you would get mad at me." He said crying.

"Michael Joseph, why would I be mad at you?"

"Because I'm bisexual, which means I like women and men."

"I know what that means, but I don't care. I would never judge you for that. If you're bisexual, that's fine. I love you no matter what."

He eventually calmed down and stopped crying.

"Do you want to know something, Michael?" I said.

He broke the hug and asked, "What?"

"I'm bisexual, too."

"You are?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I didn't think you would date me if you found out."

"Oh, Y/N."

He grabbed my hand and kissed the top of it.

"You know that I wouldn't have cared."

"Oh, Michael. I love you so much."

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

"I love you more than most."

We giggled.

"Okay, you got me, Michael. Let's go to sleep. I'm tired."

"Okay."

He walked back to his side of the bed. I laid down and he scooted behind me, put his hand over my waist and cuddled with me.

He snuggled his face into my neck and said childishly, "Mmm, I love you."

"I love you, too." I giggled.

We both fell asleep shortly after.

The End