Partners In Crime {Michael Jackson & Ariana Grande}

[10]♡misjudged♡[10]

Michael

I didn't know how to feel after our shared kiss. It was like something changed in me as her lips touched mine. And I found myself kissing her back.

I hated her for lying to me. For making me believe I had someone.

But there was this- this urge to stay with her. I knew what was going to happen as soon as I heard the click of that gun. But the shooter wasn't from my end or hers. My hand was still throbbing with every pound of my heart.

After the kiss, both of us remained standing before each other. Until it began to storm.

My jacket was blood-stained and over my arm. Though she didn't mind when I wrapped it around her shoulders.

I grabbed hold of her hand and began running, the rain felt like acid on my hands, and you could hear every drop hitting the ground.

"Where are we going?" She called over the sound. I had to yell a reply back otherwise I wouldn't be heard.

"M-my place, if that's okay?"

"Anywhere but outside!" She shouted back, making me smile a little before remembering my pain.

We got to the music store and ran up the steps, I got my keys and began fiddling with them, but they ended up frustrating me.

"Here, which one is it?" Misty piped, rain dripping from her lip.

She opened the door as if she was used to it, causing me to look at her wide-eyed.

"You're just shaky, Michael." She said as she noticed my expression.

We walked into my home and I suddenly realised my mistake.

"You said you were going to quit the gang, right? But you haven't yet. What if someone followed us...?"

"I highly doubt it, the speed we were moving? I'm surprised I managed to catch up with myself!" She replied. And I saw the red marks and bruises on her chest once again.

She noticed where I was looking and follow my gaze to down at them too,

 "Oh." She said, sounding disappointed in me.

"Misty, I'm so- so sorry. I just-" She stopped inspecting her marks and walked over to me. She put her hands on my arm – like I'd done to her earlier. But she wasn't violent about it.

I loosened one of my arms from her grasp and touched her chest, she flinched as my finger brushed across her purple forming bruises. I shook my head slowly in disgust for what I had done wasn't a human act. My gaze moved to the top of her arm that was hidden under the sleeve of my jacket. I moved her arm so I could see it, and there was a purple ring from where my hands were.

I didn't know what else to do, so I pulled her arm into me and wrapped my hands around her into an embrace.

She, too, was shocked by my action as she breathed a sigh of what I believe was relief. She rested her head onto my chest and I know she could feel my heartbeat speeding up at this affection that I wasn't used to anymore. Not since Jessica.

I heard Misty sniffle, and I pulled away to look at her face.

"Misty?"

She'd been sobbing into me, as when she moved a wet patch was left on my undershirt.

"I'm sorry, I'm so emotional. It's just, you remind me of someone."

I did?

"I do?"