Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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"Holy shit," I mumble through a mouthful of food, "This is really good." I marvel, taking another bite of the pasta Alfredo that Michael made.

"Told you I could cook," he winks, making my heart flutter.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes playfully, taking another bite as we sit at the small table outside of my kitchen.

"So," I begin after a few minutes of us eating in silence, "Earlier today, you told me that you were an open book and that you would tell me anything I wanted to know." I say in a very interrogative way.

"Yeah," Michael smiles before taking another bite of his pasta, "What about that?"

"I want to know about your past relationships," I shrug as his eyes go a bit darker, "Not just your ex-wife." I add quickly, knowing that he is about to get irritated with me bringing it up again.

"Jamie," he groans, running his hands over his face, "Why?" he sighs, exasperated, "Why do you want to know?" he asks, giving me a look of irritation.

"You said that you were an open book." I deadpan, folding my arms. He sighs, resting his head in his hands as I take a sip of water.

"I am," he murmurs, resting his cheek against his hand to look at me, "I just... why do we have to start there? Why can't we just start with my childhood or some shit like that?" he sighs out of frustration as I roll my eyes at his lack of patience.

"Michael, I just want to know what other girls you've been with," I sigh, realizing how creepy that sounds.

"Why?" he asks, looking down at his half eaten meal.

"Because." I shrug, pulling my knees up to my chest, resting my elbow on my knee.

"Because why?" he asks, arching a cocky brow.

"I just want to know, okay?"

"Well there has to be a reason." he scoffs, leaning back in his chair. I sigh, shifting my eyes away from his, realizing that the reason I want to know is stupid.

"Forget it," I grit. Irritated with Michael and myself, I stand from the table with my plate and take it into the kitchen.

"That's not fair," Michael says loudly, his footsteps following behind me.

"What's not?" I grunt, putting my left overs into a tupperware container.

"You can't just leave because you want to know something and won't tell me why you want to know it." he says, flailing his arms at his sides, standing a few steps behind me.

"Forget that I brought it up," I sigh, putting the other pasta from the pot on the stove into the tupperware as well.

"Why do you want to know?" he pushes, making me regret ever bringing it up.

"I want to know what I'm going against," I sigh, feeling stupid, before turning around to look at him.

He's so good looking.

"What?" he asks, furrowing his brows as I close my eyes for a few seconds.

"I want to know who I'm up against," I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

"Why?" He asks softly, stepping closer to me.

"I want to know why you're not still with them. Did you leave them or did they leave you? Am I really good enough for you? Do I even compare to anyone who you've dated in the past?" I explain as his face and eyes relax with realization.

"Jamie," he sighs, walking up to me, "My past relationships weren't meant to be. That's why I'm not still with those other girls." he grins, tucking my inky black hair behind my ear, "You're the one for me. You should know that," he winks as my cheek heat with embarrassment, "If you really want to know, I'll tell you." he sighs, looking down into my eyes, "But I'm in love with you. No one else, if that's what you wanted to know."

Michael smiles widely before licking his lips and leaning in closer. My lips part as I slowly reach on my tip toes to kiss his soft lips.

"I love you too Michael," I sigh into his mouth, realizing I was being stupid about my insecurity.

"I know," he smiles, looking down into my eyes, searching them for something, "I've been in four relationships," he sighs, closing his eyes, "I have been torn down by most of them. That's why I'm so on and off with you." he shakes his head as I caress my face with my thumb.

I take his hand in mine, walking around him to pull him towards the living room.

"The first girlfriend I had, I was fifteen," he begins as we both sit on the couch. I rest my back in the corner of the couch and Michael lies on top of me, between my legs, lying on his back, "I lost my virginity to her." he mumbles with a frown, "I shouldn't have done it," he shakes his head as he runs his hand up and down my leg that is resting beside him, "I only did it to prove I wasn't a pussy." he murmurs, scrunching his nose.

"Oh Michael," I sigh wanly as he continues.

"She broke up with me after we had sex. She said that I wasn't very good, so she left me." he murmurs as I snort, trying to hold in my laughter and he looks back at me, shooting me a look, "What? You think it's funny?" he snarks as I close my eyes, laughing a bit more.

"Yeah," I giggle at the fact that anyone could think that Michael is even remotely bad at sex.

"Really?" he smirks, unamused, "What's so funny about the first girl that I was in love with leaving me because I couldn't dick her down properly." he scoffs as I cover my mouth.

"How could anyone think you're bad at sex?" I grin, looking down into his eyes as his lips part, "Michael," I sigh, resting my hands on his hard chest, "You're the best I've ever had." I smile widely as his cheeks redden, "She must've had her own issues. There's no way that she left you because of the sex." I smirk as he smiles.

"Thanks," he grins, really happy with my comment, "Anyways," he sighs as his face slowly goes back to the hard expression that it was before, "After she broke up with me, I didn't have another girlfriend until I was nineteen, in college," he murmurs as I play with his black curls.

"What was she like?" I ask softly, trying to keep him comforted.

"She was a friend of Janet's," he sighs, shaking his head, "I always thought that she was attractive, but I never imagined that she would feel the same way," he mumbles, resting his hands on my thighs, "I dated her for a year and a half, but things went downhill really quickly. I thought I was going to marry her," he confesses as my brows raise, "I really thought that she was the one."

"What happened?" I ask curiously as his brows furrow and his teeth latch onto his bottom lip. He sighs softly, shaking his head.

"I got her pregnant."