Just Like That|MJ Fanfic|COMPLETED

.The Beginnings of Enyah x Michael.

The intro/interlude, whichever one you prefer, is originally told in regular font format. The italics are the dialogue between the two from the year which is mentioned. Since I'm off until tomorrow, I was able to publish this.

Before you read, RIP to the best human being God gifted us. 10 years without him and it stills feels like yesterday that we lost him.
MJ you are forever in our hearts ♥️👼🏾.

Now you all can begin...

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May 2018

It all started a year ago when the both of them attended the most hottest festival-Rolling Loud. Artists such as J. Cole, Cardi B, Future, Kendrick Lamar, Rick Ross, Travis Scott, Lil' Yachty, Lil' Uzi Vert, Nicki Minaj and more took center stage and lit the entire night up with their fire live performances. Drinks were on go and the white clouds of smoke from the loud ass scented weed filled the night air as people got drunk and high at the same time trying to get more into their zone along with the performances being given.

The vibe was on a whole other level.

Enyah was with a group of friends whom she recently graduated with just three days prior. It was as if it was perfect timing for her. Since she didn't have anything planned as for a graduation trip to somewhere exotic and relaxing like the Dominican Republic, Jamaica, Puerto Rico, or maybe even Hawaii, she decided to kick back in Miami and enjoy this year's festivals since she's never really gone to any. Enyah was originally from Philadelphia-more of the rougher areas of the city. Her scholarship to the University of Miami is what brought her here and the making of a vast decision to live here permanently. She had no desires of ever going back home to Philadelphia and took advantage of her free ride for better opportunities and a change of scenery and lifestyle.

Michael, on the other hand, was with one of his homeboys since grade school. Born and raised in Opa Locka, he decided to leave and branch off into a better environment than the one he had to grow up in. He saw more for himself than just trapping on the side, pimping, comitting crimes or just being a broke ass nigga like everyone else. Welding was his forté and he couldn't complain about the life that he now had, although he never forgotten where he came from. Opa Locka was forever embedded in him.

As the night went on and on, the festival felt as if it would never come to an end but it finally did a little after 3am. Walking amonst the packed crowd of people to find his car he parked somewhere on side of the busy streets, he accidentally bumps into a body, causing him to come to a complete stop and the person to drop their phone face down onto the concrete ground.

"Shit!" Enyah hissed, bending down to pick up her phone. She inspected the front of it to see a thin line going from the left top corner to the bottom right corner of her black screen.

"My bad, jit," Michael apologized, "I ain't see you right there in front of me."

The moment she stood upright after checking her phone, their eyes connected immediately, almost trancelike just that instant. Her brown eyes captivated him as his very own captivated her. Michael has seen and met some beautiful ass girls for as long as he can remember, dated some-even fucked and ducked some, but he wasn't a shone ass nigga whatsoever. He wasn't the type to see something he liked and smash at first meeting. He never got down like that. Now this girl here, he had never seen her around Miami at all. She must have been here visiting or on vacation.

To him, she was foreign. The girl was fine as hell too, especially in the short blue jean shorts she was wearing making her milk chocolate thighs look thicker than what they really were. Slowly yet boldly, he let his eyes roam her entire front frame from top to bottom. Not once, not twice, but three times. She was definitely dat baby.

His thoughts, he wondered who was she and where was she from? Enyah couldn't deny it, the unknown guy was good looking to a fault. From the short, jet black curls framing his handsome face to the fresh outfit he was wearing. And his voice when he had apologized to her moments ago was of a smooth and deep tone. Very soothing to her ears.

"Look, jit, I can pay to get yo' screen fixed if it's cracked. It's no problem."

"It's a'ight. Just a lil line of a crack goin' through the screen," she looks down at her phone once again then back up him with a small smile, "I can handle it myself. Thanks for the offer, though."

Raising his brows, he asked for reassurance, "You sho?"

"Yeah," she smiled fully this time and Michael thought it was very magnetic, "I'm sure."

That night, that accident, that moment at Rolling Loud, is what started their friendship from then on. They've ended up putting names to each other's faces, greeting the other properly and with the way he was set up-not being afraid of rejection, Michael took the risk in asking for her number, which surprisingly, she willingly gave to him. Their friendship grew and grew within months and for them, it felt as if they knew each other for years-the connection was instantaneous.

As a little more time went on, their friendship gradually turned into something more due to the obvious strong physical attraction to one another. He couldn't help himself and neither could she. The decision was made mutually with no strings attached... Friends with benefits... A rendezvous. They wanted each other more than anything and the sex between them was electrifying that every moment she was away, he always kept begging for more...begging for her to bring out the inner freak she's been hiding. He wanted to see what she was capable of doing.

"When you gon' fully lemme see dat nasty side of you, Ny?" He asked her as they both laid naked on the tousled sheets of his bed, "all you do is tease a nigga like you gon' do somethin'."

She propped her arm up, resting the side of her head in her hand with persed lips, "You gotta keep remindin' me. Besides, I'm shy as fuck. I might get a little crazy if I do."

"Then get a lil crazy. I want all dat shit."

Still, she never gave him what he wanted yet he still begged for it in hopes she'd match the level he was on. With just two months in of their rendezvous, Enyah's feelings begun to change. She wanted more. The no-strings-attached relationship was becoming hard to abide by. Michael never once mentioned that he didn't want to be in a relationship and neither did she, but she wondered now that her feelings had changed in the duration of everything, would he feel the same if she were to ever bring it up? If he preferred what they had more, would he leave because she became emotionally attached? And by any means he were to leave-to end everything because of it, she'd be crushed but deep down will always remember what it was like to be close to his heart as his friend...that was more than enough for her.

Hopefully, requited love will prevail one of these days.

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A/N: How do y'all feel about Enyah and Michael in this brief intro? How you all think everything will turn out between them? Please do share your thoughts on this.
Btw, I have done my research on the slang in Miami so if any of you are from there, please let me know if I did it any justice lol.
Once again, I changed the main character's name 🥰.