whatever happens » michael jackson

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[Thrad era]

I was humming quietly to myself as I began dusting my room. I knew we had maids around Hayvenhurst to do that, but I really couldn't stand the sight of dust falling on the surface of any furniture in the room. Plus, I was sort of allergic to dust, and breathing it in would cause me to immediately start hacking like a ninety year-old.

As I watched the neon pink feather duster swipe away the mess that last night's sandstorm had left behind, a slam of my bedroom door resonated through the room, causing me to jump fifty feet in the air and whip around to face the door.

There was Michael, a deep frown etched on his handsome face, chocolate eyes stormy with distinguishable anger. He ripped off his hair tie, quickly unbuttoned his regal red shirt, and flopped onto the bed, glaring up at the cieling.

I knew better than to bother him when he was in a 'mood', so I just let him be, and resumed my cleaning. Just because he was my boyfriend, doesn't mean that I'll pester him.

Still humming, I quickly scanned the room up and down to confirm it was clean, nodded in satisfaction, and stowed away the duster under my bed.

I heard Michael mutter a few choice words under his breath (which was quite hilarious, seeing as he was the most harmless person I'd ever seen), and quietly picked a change of clothes, deciding to have a long, relaxing bubble bath.

***

Delighted by the fact that the bubbles were quite huge today, I swooshed around in the bath tub, entertaining myself with the pink ones the most (they were horrifyingly and stereotypically girly, mind you, but I loved them). Soon enough though, I made myself comfortable and closed my eyes, sinking a bit so that only my head and neck were visible.

Just seconds into my relaxation, the door opened after a brief knock, and without opening my eyes, I sensed that Michael had taken a seat beside me on the edge of the toilet seat.

"Hey," he softly spoke to grab my attention, and I looked up with a smile.

Now that he'd calmed down, he looked like the perfectly imperfect angel he was, face free of any signs of anger, eyes patient and huge.

"Hey you," I chuckled, "What happened back out there?"

He snorted a bit, "Joseph happened, but it's nothing I can't handle."

I retrieved my wet hand from under the water to clutch his, simply because I knew that he loved it when people initiated physical contact. Just as I expected he cracked me that gorgeous smile that almost splits his face into half.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I gently probed, causing him to wave me off.

"I would, if there was something to talk about really," he rolled his eyes, "He was just being annoying as usual. I was the one that just snapped."

Frowning at that, I knew that when Michael snaps, it was never a pretty thing to witness. He was the kind of person to stay quiet for so long, but then all the emotional distress he'd been keeping in would just pile up on each other and suddenly, at the least expected of times, he would explode.

"Should I be concerned about being murdered in my sleep?" I joked, despite being half-serious.

Nothing was really impossible in Michael's world.

Laughing a little, his thumb subconsciously began to rub the back of my hand, "Unless you consider moving out as murder, then you're safe."

I began to giggle along, before his words hit me once again. Shaking my head a bit as my eyes grew wide, I shot up in the tub, not even caring about the fact that my chest was showing, nor the fact that his cheeks seemed to grow warmer.

"Wait what?"

He shuffled a bit in his seat, "I want to move out of here with you. Is that alright?" his eyes silently begged me as he asked.

I pondered it, before speaking up once again, "I already live with you, don't I?"

"Yeah, I know but," he paused as he rubbed the nape of his neck, "I want to move out far away from here. Still in California, but somewhere completely isolated."

I shrugged, "Well, what do you have in mind?"

"Well," Michael inhaled, before he stared intently into my eyes, "Do you remember the Say Say Say music video?"

Rolling my eyes playfully, "Of course Michael, it was barely a year ago, and I don't think I have Alzheimer's."

He narrowed his eyes playfully at me, before turning serious again, "Remember the ranch where we shot it?"

Humming a bit as I thought, I nodded, "I guess so, yeah, it was pretty beautiful."

"How would you feel about moving in there?"

Shocked by the question, my eyes grew wide, "You can actually do that? Can you afford that?"

He snorted, as if I'd just asked the most ridiculous question, "I have more than enough to afford it," he glanced back at me, his face flushing as he pleaded, "And sit back down woman, I'm getting distracted over here!"

Laughing out loud at his embarrassed confession to have been staring, I obliged and sunk back into the now-lukewarm water.

"Alright then, I certainly won't mind," I finalized, watching his enticing doe eyes sparkle with joy, and then asked, "When will it be done with?"

Michael smiled at me, before kissing my forehead, "Not much, but anyways who cares?" he asked, grinning against my mouth, pecking my lips gently, "As long as we're together, everything will be alright."

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