❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Night Out(Thriller Era)♥

  :｡✿*ﾟ A/N: So, I'm really sorry that it took so long but I finally tried and I hope it's worth something.

This one is for Litty_Mikay..

Sincerely hope it doesn't suck!

Enjoy!

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"I still don't think it's a very good idea Mikayla," Michael continues to fuss as he sits atop your bed, his arms folded in a rather stern manner whilst you continue to bustle about.

At present moment, you were rather buzzing with excitement as you moved about swiftly. The reason for your, shall we say, rhapsodic emotions was the fact that you, along with La Toya and Janet, were going to a party.

A party that you had heard was going to be rather enjoyable. 

Now, everything had been organized and there was no way whatsoever that you were going to change your mind about going. Living in the Jackson house didn't mean you were always answerable to Michael.

Yes, Michael.

Unfortunately, despite the fact that every other person that was a part of the Jackson household was encouraging you to go out and make merry - Michael was rather ambivalent.

And to be quite frank...not with good reason.

He was just irrationally anxious that something bad might happen to you.

Granted, he was your boyfriend and he did have a right to be worried and fussy when it came to you but...that didn't mean he had to keep harping on about it to the point where he was even trying to discourage you from going while you were getting dressed.

"Michael," you sigh for the umpteenth time and you make certain that your tone remains camouflaged of any hint of annoyance. "Everything will be fine," you flash him a reassuring smile as you walk up to him. "I'm only going to a party,"

"I know it's just..." he begins tentatively as he looks up at you standing over him. "Please don't go. I just don't feel comfortable..." 

Your heart drops a little as you hear his words. Michael's persistence and refusal to open his mind was irking you to the highest degree.

"Michael," you say a little more sternly this time. "I'm going to be with La Toya and Janet..." you take a deep breath before continuing. "As long as they're there...I'll be fine! Don't you trust them?" you quiz with a slight frown.

"I do..." he shrugs, his eyes diverting from yours for a split second before moving to you again. "I just don't want you to go. It's not safe,"

"Michael, please," you huff in annoyance as you move away from him and toward the full length mirror to adjust your dress. "I'm going to the party and that's final. Everyone wants me to have a good time with the girls," you say sadly as you turn around to look at him again. "Don't you?"

Pure silence pierces the space between you briefly before Michael stands up with a frown, making his way to the door of your room. 

"You clearly don't want to listen to anything I have to say," he scoffs lightly.

"What? But I have been-"

Your words are cut off as Michael finally exits the room, slamming the door shut behind him - clearly not bothered about anything you may have had to say in response.

A slight sense of rage ignites within you as you realize that Michael had only wanted to impose his concerns on you without paying mind to what you might have wanted.