With Michael

Chapter 4 - Kiss and Don't Tell

March, 1984
Brooklyn and Janet are 18, Michael is 25

Brooklyn: I cried as I waited for someone to pick up. Ross and I just broke up. It was a mutual decision, both of us feeling that the love we had ran out. But it hurt so much, he was my first love.

"Jackson House." Michael's voice answered. I haven't seen him in so long, or heard from him.

Janet kept me updated a bit, and he was always in the news. But he didn't have time for me, and I got that.

"Hey, Mike." I said, sniffling.

"Brooke? What's wrong?" he asked, sounding worried.

"N-nothing. Is Janet home?"

"Uh, yeah. Just wait one second."

It was silent for a moment, then Janet spoke, "Michael told me you were crying. Is everything okay, Brooke?"

"Just come over, please. Ross and I broke up. I need you." I said.

"I'll be right there. You have ice cream, right?"

~

9th of August, 1984
Brooklyn is 18, Michael is 25

Brooklyn: "Brooklyn, Sweetheart, there's someone here for you!" I heard my dad call.

I sighed, going downstairs. Michael and my dad were talking to each other, sharing a laugh.

"Michael?" I asked, confused.

"Hey, Brooke." he said and hugged me.

"What are you doing here?"

The last time we actually talked was back when Ross and I broke up.

"I came to see you. I thought maybe we could have a dance lesson." Michael smiled warmly.

"Um, yeah, sure." I said.

"Thank you, Mr. Casey." Michael said quickly to my father before following me upstairs.

"So, what's the real reason you're here, Mike? I don't see you for nearly two years, and here you are showing up at my house?"

"I missed you, that's all. Can't I miss a friend?" he said innocently, "Now, can we dance?"

He went to my record collection, picking Janet's album.

'Don't Mess Up This Good Thing' started playing, and I rolled my eyes at his choice.

Michael offered his hand, grinning. I just stood there, with my arms crossed against my chest.

"Come on, Brooke. I'm sorry, okay? I was... I was just giving you a bit of space. You had school, and you were in a relationship and I didn't want to mess that up for you."

I still wasn't convinced.

"Please, dance with me, for the good old days. After that, I'll go, and if you don't want to hear me from me ever again, I'll understand." he pleaded, looking at me, his beautiful brown eyes glowing.

I sighed, taking his hand.

"I missed you, too." I said, smiling.

"Ha! I knew you did!"

I put both of my hands on my hips, squinting my eyes at him. "You little-"

"You little what?" he cut me off, tickling my sides. I was extremely ticklish, and he knew that.

I started laughing uncontrollably, telling him to stop.

"Mike, please, sto-" before I could finish, I felt myself fall on the ground, Michael on top of me.