Partners In Crime {Michael Jackson & Ariana Grande}

[22]♡streetwalker♡[22]

Michael

I lay in bed with my arms wrapped tightly around Angelica as if she would fade away if I let her go.

Not long before I was swearing down to my very own grave that I wouldn't ever hurt a soul. There I was, weeks later, with five people dead due to me, and only me.

Angie stirred and mumbled in her sleep, I couldn't make out what she was saying but she seemed distressed, so I held her closer to me for comfort to the both of us.

Although she had insomnia, these past few days she'd been falling asleep before I could even think about closing my eyes. Protecting Misty was my priority now, Nevermind these daggers.

I hoped we wouldn't get stabbed in the back.

The patter of rain on the window soothed me, as I went over the events of the night.

I couldn't tell Misty about Neveah – it'd break her heart.

But what we had before was deep, too deep to even explain. Though I knew she didn't recognise me anymore, I knew she was the save Neveah I had loved so long ago.

Had loved.

Another reason why I had so may trust issues, Neveah left me without an explanation.

I bet she never knew she'd never see the Michael she loved again. Because I'd changed.

And so did she.

"Morning, sleepy," Misty called, and I felt light entering the room. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, to see Misty prancing around to open each curtain with a mug in her hand.

"I can feel your eyes on me, what is it?"

I smiled and tilted my head to the side as I stretched out my arms, "Nothing, you're just so beautiful."

I saw her cheeks redden in the light, making a broad smile appear across my lips.

I loved waking up to this.

"Go get ready," She smiled, walking over to the bed and kissing my cheek,

"For what?"

"Remember that lunch?" She chuckled, and I laughed with her before going to do as she said.

I smirked at Misty as her heel rubbed my leg underneath the table, and took another forkful of my salad, still unable to remove the grin from my lips.

"Neveah was really getting at something yesterday, huh?" She chuckled, and played around with a piece of lettuce.

"Yeah.. she changed." I looked up to see Misty's confused expression, "F-from when we saved her, right?"

Nice save, Michael. Idiot.

"Do you know something I don't?" Misty's voice was reeking of concern, making me all the more anxious.

"I- uh- we, uhm- no."

Misty placed her fork down onto her plate, making a clink in the process.

"What is it?" She could read me like a book.

"Nothing.. nothing I can tell you here anyways." I said, looking around at all of the people here. Too many.

She sighed, "O-okay M- Jackson."

I watched the patter of rain through the window as I ate, though Misty's eyes were piercing through my chest like knives. No matter how she looked at me, I always got the same effect. Like a drug; one I was addicted to.