❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

∴♡Perhaps We Should...(Thriller Era)♡∴

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This one is for Litty_mikay...I hope you like it!

Apologies if it sucks...

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"No! Put the dish that side!" La Toya squeals a little, beckoning her good friend - Mikayla - over to the other end of the kitchen.

"Ugh!" Mikayla exclaims playfully, her eyes drooping tiredly as she adheres to La Toya's instructions. "You are so bossy," she giggles teasingly.

"Shut up," La Toya responds with a slight squeak, earning hearty laughs from her brothers in the living room nearby. 

In case it has not yet been identified, Mikayla - our protagonist - is extremely well acquainted with La Toya Jackson, of the Jackson family; of course. In fact, one could even go as far as to say that La Toya is Mikayla's 'alter ego'.

It is due to this unbreakable bond that the beautiful Mikayla has moved in with the Jackson family - upon La Toya's insistent request, of course.

"Oi!" Mikayla giggles loudly, bring the boys' attention to her. "Nothing's funny," she says smartly, raising an eyebrow as the boys break into laughter once more.

"Oh come on!" Jermaine teases. "The two of you were literally like mice!"

"Hey!" La Toya widens her eyes in slight surprise.

"Annoying mice," Marlon adds, earning a sassy eye roll from La Toya.

Of course, subsequently, everyone begins to break into merry laughter again. However, as subtle as it may be - Michael's gaze is fixated upon Mikayla's enchanting form.

You see, Michael Jackson was the younger of the lot and, safe to say, the more insightful one. He believed in limitless love - the kind that offered positive solitude of the mind, body and soul. Never was he one to play around with the word 'love'. A sensitively created being, he basked in the idealistic glory of love.

Deep down in his heart, he always knew that his emotions would take flight when the time was right.

At this point in his life though, he had his beautiful eyes set on one girl.

Mikayla.

Naturally, given the fact that Mikayla was a female and that Michael was a male - a mutual attraction was highly likely.

But, contrary to popular ideology, Michael had not necessarily fall for her physical traits alone. No; it was the attitude and the movements that accompanied these traits - ones that no other could possess, and ones that embodied pure originality.

It wasn't Mikayla's hair alone that caught his attention; rather, it was the way her hair fell whenever she stood still - as well as the way it bounced a little whenever she was hyper. Similarly, it was the way she walked and the trail of grace that her gait seemed to leave behind wherever she went. The glow that her skin appeared to emit whenever she was abundant with joy. The manner in which her hips swayed whenever she chose to add a spring to her walk.

It was all this; and so much more.

 Michael was in love with Mikayla. Deeply in love.