🌈What if your life long friend was Michael Jackson? What if he was more than a friend? Join Lyssia, Chris, Tammia, and Michael in the story that changed their life. Filled with laughter, tears, and incredible love-making, this fanfiction will have...
I gulp as I feel everyone's gaze on me. I didn't expect to propose to the love of my life in front of everybody I know. Oh, well.
"Uh... I uh...." I stammer as I search through the bag I brought for Lyssia. I pick up a gold crown that has 24 karat diamonds on it that spell out her initials. I take a small case out, too.
I get closer to her and instantly question what I've done.
Michael, what the hell is wrong with you?
What do you mean?
She doesn't love you like that...
Shut up, conscious. You don't know that.
Fine. Whatever. Just don't hurt her.
Why would I do that?
Just be real careful, Michael.
Shut the hell up, you're making me lose confidence! I think as I stand in front of her. I take the crown from behind my back and put it on her head.
"Happy birthday, Lyssia." I smile, kissing her cheek.
"Aww, that's so sweet..." she blushes.
I grab the small case from behind me and give it to her.
"Is this a ring? Oh, Michael..."
I... Just wanted to tell you I loved you. But I didn't know how to. So I did this instead. I don't care what anyone else says. You will always be a queen in my eyes."
"Only if you're my king," she laughs, her eyes watering up. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too." I sigh, rocking her in my arms.
"Will you marry me?" I ask quietly.
Welp, you've done it this time, Michael.
She just stood there staring at me. What seemed like an eternity was only a few seconds. Finally she stutters, "Y-yes. Yes, I... Um... Yes I will!" she cries happily.
Suddenly everybody there starts showering us in hugs and congratulations.
"Congrats!"
"I am so happy for you!"
"Yay!"
"That's my brother!"
We look around us and giggle.
"I love you, Lyssia."
"I love you, too."
Phyllis's POV:
The nerve of some people. Taking my man from me. Well, I'll show them. I'll tell 'em who's the boss.
Katherine's POV:
"I still don't know, Michael." I sigh, stirring my tea.
"Oh, ma. Don't be like Joseph. Let me be happy. For once in this God forsaken like." he says, throwing his hands up.
"Nah, nah, nah man. Listen to yo mama. Somebody could be after you. Now that you finna settle down, these hoes gon' be so stuck on you. Like fleas on a dog." Chris chimes in, eating some Cheetos from the party.
"I will be fine." Michael assures us.
"What about the Phyllis girl? And Prince?" I ask, a sense of worry coming over me.
"Boy, if Prince don't take his Teletubby lookin' ass on some damn where... And don't even get me started on Phyllis. Bitch look like she got her weave from Save A Lot." Chris yells, making me and Michael laugh.
"I will be fine, mother." Michael smiles, grabbing the car keys. "I'll drive you home, if you want."
"Uh uhh. Not gon' happen. You know you can't drive." Chris smirks, crossing him arms.
"No thank you, Michael. I want you to stay here and think about what I said." I say, waving goodbye. "In the meantime, I love you, son. I love you, too, Christopher."
"To the future, Ms. J." Chris nods, throwing up the deuces.
"I will think about it, mother. I will."
Well, I wonder what Michael is thinking about... He better be careful. Too much of a good thing is always bad. He may be high on love right now, but plenty of perils lay ahead.
Are you ready, Michael?
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