Partners In Crime {Michael Jackson & Ariana Grande}

[24]♡knock, knock♡[24]

Michael

I held the bridge of my nose as I paced up and down the floor cornering to the window, able to feel the draft at my feet.

"So let me get this straight just once more," I said again, before reciting the dream back to her. She nodded eagerly, finding a sort of energy despite her frail figure.

"I can't believe it.. it's like- like--"

"Destiny? Fate? Insane?"

I clicked my fingers, "Meant to be,"

"Like us?" She questioned, losing her voice partially in the process,

"Like us." I replied, walking over and kissing her cheek, minding my aching arm.

The pain was almost unbearable. Every small effort – even a step - sent a shooting spasm up my arm and to my chest. I couldn't move it, even the slightest inch, but I still had feeling in my fingers – telling me it wasn't completely paralyzed.

I hadn't been shot like this before, and the excruciating pain I was going through made me never want to lift a gun again. But I knew I would; unlike me, they'd probably mostly always be in the wrong.

"Care to share?" Angelica asked sweetly, finding her voice again.

"Mm-mm. Nothing important," I said, moving my other hand from clutching my arm before she figured me out.

When I found her, she barely had a pulse. She was almost as white as snow and she looked like she'd aged dramatically. It pained me to remove the needles from her arm and carry her lifeless body. And then watch her unconscious for an odd six hours whilst praying the small and faint pulse she had didn't fade away. I had to be strong for her.

"How are you feeling now, anyways?" I asked, opening the fridge and taking out a jug of orange juice with my good arm, and spilling it as my hand shook violently.

"Uh, same- same. Drowsy, drugged up. And y-"

I placed the glass down in front of her, ensuring it was loud enough to cut off her speech, also finding myself satisfied when it did and I didn't have to answer the question.

"Thank you," She said after a gulp, "I needed this,"

I smiled and nodded, spinning the rag around my hand that I'd used to clean up the mess I had made before, "You gotta have things like this in your state,"

There was a pause as she sipped, "I know something's wrong,"

I looked down and realised I was clutching my arm again, "Don't, Misty," I said quite abruptly.

"But I can and I will. You shouldn't be looking after me, look at yourself and see that you're hurting, because.." Her voice came near to a yell then lowered back down, "Because I know you're in pain."

"Don't, Misty." I hissed again, genuinely meaning it.

"Go lie down."

"No."

"Go lie down or.. or I'll-I don't know. Just go!" She snapped, trying hard to think.

I sighed, she wasn't going to win this argument.

"No. What are you gonna do, sit in this chair all day? I think you're forgetting I'm looking after you,"

"Since when, huh?" She said, smiling with sarcasm printed deeply into it.

"Since I wanted to. Now you go and lie down. How about that?"

"How about.." I shot her a glare before she could continue, "How about I just.. relax. Yeah, relax. Only if you do too."