It took me a few hours of pacing around the living room before I could finally cool off.
Think about the situation, Mia. I thought to myself, looking down the hall towards Rose's room where Michael still was.
I sighed. Forget it, just go talk to Michael. I huffed, forming my hands into fists as I walked down the hallway.
Gosh, what am I even going to say?
What is there to say? I regret yelling but I had a right to.. I mean.. I-
Without thinking, I turned into Rose's room.
I watched Rose sleep in her crib as Michael looked outside the window, sorrow shadowed him.
I frowned, "Michael?" I shyly said, crossing my arms as I felt my face heat up.
Michael didn't flinch, he continued to stare out into nature.
I softly sighed. This is gonna be harder than I thought.
"Baby, speak to me.." I softly begged, slowly walking towards him.
Michael frowned, slowly turning his head towards me as he stared at me with disgust.
He continued not to say anything to me as he stared into my eyes.
I gulped, feeling uncomfortable as he stared at me.
I bit my lip, placing my left hand up my right arm, rubbing my arm intensely as I got more and more uncomfortable.
I stared down at the floor, trying to find the right words to say.
Come on, Mia! Michael's waiting! Say something! Say anything! Potato?! Purple?! Flowers?! And Apology?! Anything!
I softly sighed, looking up at him. "Michael, I-"
"What's on your arm?" He lowly interrupted me.
My eyes widened, "W-What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
Michael got up from the chair as he walked up to me, rolling my right sleeve up.
"What are all these scratches doing on your arm?" He sternly said, holding my wrist tightly.
"I-I get uncomfortable a-and I-I just scratch my arm intensely b-because you kept on staring at me. I didn't mean any ha-"
"Why would you do this, Mia? You know better." Michael frowned at me.
I jerked my arm away from him, "I do." I firmly said.
"That's why I don't need to tell you." I snapped.
Michael squinted his eyes at me, "Are you really going to act like this again?" He whisper/shouted.
I sighed, taking a deep breath.
I closed my eyes, "No..." I breathed.
I slowly opened my eyes, staring at Michael.
"Michael, I-I'm really sorry about earlier. I truly am.." I sincerely said.
Michael stared at me, waiting for more.
I frowned, "You were right about everything b-but so was I!" I protested.
"You really don't get a right to just... Just spill my privacy out to the world. I-I could've been exposed to the people of things I didn't need them to know." I sternly said.
Michael sighed, "You don't get a right to just blow up at me like that, Mia. That's the only reason I yelled.." He admitted.
"What happened to you?" He softly said.
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It's The Falling in Love
RandomMichael Jackson and Mia Gordy have been childhood stars and best friends. When life changes as they grow up, will things between their friendship change or will something start to begin? WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE! CONTAINS VIOLENCE!