❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥The Way You Make Me Feel(Bad Era)♥

You

You were Michael's personal assistant and had been a faithful employee of his for four months. You had become an individual whom he trusted deeply. You were eighteen and ecstatic that you were in possession of a job to be proud of. You had been witness to the countless untrustworthy people in Michael's life and swore to yourself that you would not be one of them.

You vowed that you would never develop an obsession with him and even if you did begin to feel unexpected emotions toward him - it would remain hidden. And so it did. You had fallen head over heels in love with Michael Jackson but alas! You were his most trusted assistant and there was no way in hell you were going to jeopardize that relationship.

You were currently present for the filming of 'The Way You Make Me Feel' video and you were busy jotting down points in your notebook that were relevant to Michael's activities further on in the week.

"Hey flower," Frank, who was Michael's manager, greeted you as he tapped your back.

You were seated on the footpath in the alleyway which was to be the scene for the video. However, everyone was on a half hour break so the cast members were scattered everywhere.

You chuckled lightly at the fond nickname Frank had adopted for you. In fact, everyone on set except for Michael called you flower because you were delicate and soft and just beautiful.

Michael, however, always called you by your name.

"Hey Frank," you smiled softly.

"What are you doing?" he questioned as he sat next to you.

"Just getting Mr. Jackson's affairs organized," you said softly.

"Ah," he chuckled, "flower...you are always so organized," he admired.

"I take that was a compliment?" you raised an eyebrow playfully.

"And very sarcastic as well," he shook his head and laughed.

You joined in and giggled. From where you were sitting, you could see Michael discussing relevant matters with his producers - and he could see you. You avoided looking at him as you did not want to embarrass yourself.

"Flower, you should go get something to eat. You look faint," Frank fussed.

"I'm fine Frank. I'm not hungry," you shrugged.

Just then, the leading lady for the video, Tatiana Thumbtzen, strutted across the street and over to Michael. She whispered something in his ear and they both began to laugh - her laughter being louder.

Both you and Frank observed this and you awkwardly shifted your eyes away from the sight that unfolded in front of you.

"She's getting really comfortable," Frank muttered, "too comfortable for my liking," he whispered, barely audible.

"Frank!" you playfully exclaimed as you stared at him in surprise.

"What flower? I don't particularly like her," he stated softly so that she couldn't hear.

"Why not?" your face beautifully contorted into a confused expression. "She's beautiful, thin, and has flawless hair," you stated genuinely.

"So?" he scoffed, "she's too aggressive," he shook his head in annoyance.

"Maybe that's who she is. Don't judge," you stated sympathetically.

"Oh come on flower!" Frank whisper shouted, "you need to stop being so nice! I know you don't like her. She's always all over Michael and I know that it kills you," he breathed heavily, "stop pretending," his eyes were stern.