Michael Jackson Short Stories/Imagines

Ice cream and foreign fans (complete)

"It's so hot!" Michael groans, leaning his head against my shoulder.
We're in France right now, taking a tour of Paris and it's over ninety five degrees out.
"Look, baby, there's an ice cream parlor over there!" I say, pointing at a little pink and purple gelato shop.
"Let's go, girl." he says, taking my hand.
As we enter the shop, a few people notice Michael and I let him know I'll order for us while he greets fans. He tells me he wants cookies n' cream and I get strawberry.
When I return to the table Michael has chosen, he's surrounded by crying girls who are taking pictures and clinging to him.
"Ice cream!" he points at me and the girls turn my way.
"Gelato, baby." I correct him with a playful smirk.
"Gelaaaato!" He makes the girls giggle.
"Michael, picture?" a girl with short red hair looks at him and then me.
He stands to take a picture with her and she shakes her head. She points at me and I have my spoon in my mouth.
"Hmm? Me?" I mumble with ice cream in my mouth.
She nods frantically and motions for Michael and I to get in a picture with her and some other girls. We scoot in and smile, Michael's arm around my waist.
After taking pictures, we decide to buy the fans ice cream and we continue on with our tour, marveling at how cool his foreign fans are.