Michael Jackson Imagines and Short Stories

1988 Red Shirt Part 3

1988 Red Shirt Part 3

"I'm sorry." He said, turning around swiftly and walking towards the door. With his back still facing you, he opens the door and says,

"Well, if there isn't anything else that you want..." He is obviously hurt. The rejection is written all over his face and body language, and his beautiful mouth is down turned into a frown. You gather all of your strength and say,

"No. I mean, I would love to go on a date with you." At those words, his whole demeanor changes and his eyes start to smolder with virility. All he says is

"Okay." The ends of his lips curled with the shadow of a smile on it. You two exchange information, and he tells you that you will receive a call that night. As you leave, he takes your hand and kisses the top. You can feel his peach fuzz brush against the back of your hand, making you feel even more jumpy than before. And with that you go back home and wait for his call. The day was already great, seeing him, and it couldn't have been any better now that you are going to see him again soon.

"What a turn off events!" You think to yourself, and then you hear the phone ring.

"Hello?"

"Hello. It's Michael..."

**The End**