❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Shorts(Thriller Era)♥

A/N: This is a request from Litty_mikay.......girl, I hope it was okay.
I really did my best...

Hope ya enjoy and have fun!

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You take one last satisfied glimpse of yourself in the mirror before smiling and walking out of your room.

"I feel good," you mutter to yourself as you close your room door and quickly make your way to the living room downstairs.

Today, you were going out with Janet and La Toya on a much awaited shopping trip. 

The two of them had basically become your sisters ever since you'd started dating Michael - and ever since you'd moved into the Jackson house.

As you finally get to the bottom of the stairs, a wide smile appears on your face as you spot Janet and La Toya seated on the large sofa - waiting ever so patiently for you. 

Michael sits across from them, reading a book - his back turned toward so; therefore not being able to see your outfit.

"Mikayla!" Janet exclaims with a wide smile as both her and La Toya stand up. "Someone looks........."

"Fine," La Toya giggles as Michael turns around - his eyes turning wide.

"Inappropriate," he comments, standing up. 

The wide smile that had once been apparent on your face disappears in an instant once you hear Michael's words.

"What?" you frown. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Michael," La Toya scoffs. "What's so inappropriate about that? She's wearing shorts for God's sake!" 

"Exactly," Janet shrugs.

"Shorts that show her legs....and a little too much of it if you ask me," he shakes his head.

"Stop acting like my dad, Michael," you say. "You're my boyfriend and I can wear whatever I want............got it?" 

"That doesn't make any sense," Michael rolls his eyes.

"It doesn't have to," you raise an eyebrow. "All that matters is I'm wearing what I feel the best in,"

"Can't you feel your best in a long dress or something?" he mutters.

"I want to wear shorts therefore...I'm going to wear shorts!" you exclaim and he shakes his head.

"You're not going anywhere in those shorts..." he scoffs. "If you do I swear to God..."

You study his face for a moment then a slight smile appears on your face.

"Fine..." you lie. "I won't go out in these shorts,"

"Promise?" he narrows his eyes.

The hand behind your back crosses two fingers - however, Michael doesn't see.

"Promise," you nod.

Just as Michael opens his mouth to say something, Jermaine calls him from upstairs - his tone frantic.

"Listen.." he says moving up the stairs quickly. "You promised okay? Change out of those shorts and go out in something less revealing..." he fusses. "I trust you Mikayla," 

With those words, he disappears upstairs to his brother and you turn to face the two girls.

"You lied, didn't you?" La Toya giggles softly.