❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Sympathy(Dangerous/History Era)♥

You rush into the living room with your purple notebook and you smooth out your hair as you catch your breath.

"Yes Mr. Jackson?" you ask trying not to sound too breathless.

"Yes, (Y/N)...I need your help," Michael muses as he rubs his chin softly.

You're nineteen and you're working as Michael's most trusted personal assistant. You were hired because you were extremely creative and well spoken.

"Of course Mr. Jackson," you smile widely, "what can I do?" you ask gently as you wait for his reply.

"Please," he pats the space next to him on the sofa, "help me figure out what to do for Lisa," he pleads.

"Oh, Mrs. Jackson? What's the occasion?" you sit yourself down next to him.

"It's her birthday today," he smiles fondly.

"Oh," you mutter quietly. 

You'd begun working for Michael shortly after his wedding to Lisa Marie Presley and you'd hated yourself for falling in love with him while working for him. In fact, you cursed yourself everyday for falling in love with a married man. Irrespective of your feelings, you knew better than to get yourself into that sort of situation so you kept your emotions hidden and you'd decided that it was going to remain that way for as long as you were alive.

"(Y/N)?" Michael's soft voice gently brings you back to reality. A harsh one, in fact.

"Ah, yes sorry Mr. Jackson...I'm a little ill today," you lie through your teeth.

"Oh? Then maybe you should go and get some rest. I'll take care of today myself," Michael states.

"No, no, I'm fine," you insist, "I like my job very much," you smile as you open up your notebook, "so, Mrs. Jackson?" you bring him back to his topic of discussion.

"Oh yes," he chuckles, "what do you suggest I do? I want to surprise her," he muses.

"Well, I was thinking something romantic...with feeling and love," you state slowly.

"Yes! That's exactly what I'd like to do. Like..maybe a small-"

"Dinner." you both say together and the two of you break into laughter.

"What seems to be so amusing that I'm missing out?" a sharp voice interrupts the two of you. You turn to see Lisa Marie standing before you.

You stand up quickly and offer your seat, which she gladly takes without acknowledging you.

"We were just..." you think of an excuse, "talking about me. I tripped down the stairs yesterday," you lie.

"Yeah," Michael nods quickly.

"Oh well..." Lisa shrugs, "aren't you going to wish me 'happy birthday' baby?" Lisa leans into Michael arms.

"Of course baby," he chuckles, "happy birthday beautiful," he says as he kisses her hair.

"And-" Lisa begins but Michael cuts her off by handing her a blue velvet box. She opens it to reveal a stunning diamond choker.

"Thank you baby!" she squeals and jumps up, running off to God knows where with her present.

Michael chuckles and shakes his head.

"So about that dinner," he softly continues, "what do you think?" he raises an eyebrow.

"I was thinking maybe we could decorate the dance studio...you know, put up some pretty lights, set the atmosphere, play some music, a private sort of thing," you shrug