Michael Jackson Imagines

Spilled The Beans

*Mature*

(Bad Era)

Your POV

"Oh my god, just go talk to him!" F/N whined.

"F/N, he probably doesn't even like me. Just drop it, nobody would like an ugly girl like me." I say shrugging.

"You're not ugly at all!! Girl you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen!"

I don't take her compliment. Everyone always tells me how beautiful I am, but I don't see it. To me, I'm just the ugly girl that everyone has to be nice to. "Even if I did tell him, he's way out of my league. I mean think about it, a famous pop star dating his costume designer? There's no way in hell he likes me F/N."

She looks over my shoulder. "He's looking at you Y/N!"

I quickly snap my head back, and he indeed was looking at me. My heart beat picked up faster. He was standing in the doorway of the room, loose curls dangled over his face. His hair tied back in a small bun. His blue shirt goes over his white shirt, all tied together by a white belt. As soon as we locked eyes, he looked away blushing, and walked back onto the set.

"See! He likes you!" F/N said excitedly, jumping up and down.

I shake my head, "Why did he look away then?"

"Because he was nervous! I see you guys around each other all the time. You're both always blushing and staring at each other! He likes you!"

"Maybe he's nervous around me because he knows I like him." I shrug again, and take a sip of my ice coffee latte.

"Oh cut the crap Y/N! You know he likes you, why can't you just admit it?! Stop being so hard on yourself, and just take a chance. You only live once, so take risks! C'mon Y/N, just talk to him." She says putting her hands on her hips.

"Not. Happening. Don't you have to edit the video?" I say rolling my eyes.

"Yep. You got to stop being afraid of love, how do you expect to get married?!"

I scoff, turning my back on her.

"Just saying Y/N." She walks out the door and onto the set. She starts talking to the crew and directors.

I get bored, and walk out to the set.

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After Michael did his act, he walked back inside to adjust his hair and makeup.

If you don't count my horrid jealousy over Tatiana, everything went well.

I walk back inside to get a refill of my coffee, when F/N stands in the doorway.

"This is for your own good Y/N.." She closes the door and locks it from outside.

I immediately run to the door and turn the doorknob repeatedly. "F/N!! Open the door!! Let me out right now!!!"

Michael rushes out of his makeup room. "What happened?!" He stares into my eyes, making me feel weak so weak.

"F/N locked us in, Michael." I say through breaths.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

It gets real quiet in the room, and the tension was killing me.

He stood in front of me, looking down nervously. Biting his bottom lip.

I stood against the door, playing with my fingers.

Suddenly he looks up at me, and begins walking closer to me.

My heart was beating violently out of my chest. A trickle of sweat dripped from my forehead. It was heated in there.

His face was so close to mine. All you could hear was our breathing. I looked down nervously and closed my eyes tight.

I opened them when I felt his finger lift my chin up so I was facing him.

He smiled slightly before pressing his lips against mine softly.

A shiver went through my whole body, it felt good.

His hands found the small of my back.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, as we moved our lips in sync with each other.

Soon enough, I felt his tongue in my mouth. As the kiss deepened, the door swung open.

It hit me in the back, causing me to fall on top of Michael.

F/N walked in smirking and wide eyed. "Whoaahh, what was going on in here?" She put her hands on her hips. "Its been about 20 minutes, and we're leaving now.."

I looked down at Michael who stared up at me so passionately. We both smiled at each other.

I got off of him and helped him up.

"We were just...talking...and you swung the door open and it uh..hit me! So I fell on him, on..accident."

F/N chuckled, and raised an eyebrow.

"Yep, that's what happened.." Michael said nervously.

F/N just laughed and walked back out. Michael winked at me. "That was close," he whispered loudly.

I giggled, "So um..do you...uh....like me?"

He nodded and without hesitation said, "Yes. I've always liked you Y/N."

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