Reverie - Michael Jackson Imagines

It's One Of Those Nights✨

Triumph Era

"Look at him," your best friend, Nancy whispers, eyeing the dark-haired boy across the parlor. "he's stunning. And just look at the way he fills out those jeans. I just know he's packing."

You giggle your cheeks burning a virginal tint as you twirl your straw in your glass of Coca-Cola.

"Well, go talk to him then," you urge.

It was typical of Nancy to be so candid about her attraction to boys. Attractive and flirty, she had no problem snagging the ones she wanted.

She grins.

"I was thinking more for you, Y/N. You could use some excitement in your life. A steamy, passionate summer fling is just what you need right now."

You steal a glance at the handsome boy, a deep feeling of sadness washing over you as your mind drifts off to him.

"Nance, you know I couldn't," you reply, blinking back the tears that threatened to form in your eyes.

You'd recently unofficially broken up with your boyfriend, Michael Jackson, and you were still quite upset about it. Michael had gone on tour with his brothers for the summer and had requested that the two of you stop seeing each other to allow him to focus.

It was all quite abrupt.

Suddenly, he stopped calling you for dates and soon he stopped returning your calls completely. You were completely blind-sided. You couldn't think of what you'd done to deserve being cast aside the way you had been. It was the thick of the summer and while most girls your age were going out on dates or spending their days frolicking in the sun if you weren't being dragged out of your room by Nancy, you were wallowing in the misery of the uncertainty of your future with Michael.

Nancy scoffs, folding her arms over her chest.

"Are you really still hung up over him?" she rolls her brown eyes. "it's been a whole month now, Y/N. If he really cared he'd give you a call. I bet he's got all kinds of girls lined up on the road. Why can't you have a fling of your own? Forget him."

You stare at your half-eaten slice of pizza with a sigh. You knew Nancy was right. It was unhealthy to obsess over Michael when it appeared that he couldn't care less. The rational voice inside your head suspected that there was another girl or maybe other girls involved but you didn't like to think about it. You trusted Michael enough to take his word that he didn't entertain groupies, but you couldn't help but wonder if maybe he'd cut you off to absolve himself of responsibility for any temptation that might come his way.

Even if all that were the case, you still couldn't help thinking about him. He was a one-of-a-kind type of guy-his fame aside- and you genuinely liked him.

Maybe, you were even a little bit in love with him.

You'd had some really fun times together and you could talk to him for hours about nearly any topic. Michael had brought color what you'd considered an otherwise boring life and you didn't know if you'd ever meet someone who made you feel the way that he did.

"I know," you sighed. "but I really like him. I just don't understand why he thinks we should take a break. Everything was going so well and then suddenly it's all over. It just hurts, ya know?"

You dab the corner of your eyes with a napkin feeling completely pathetic. What was supposed to be a fun night out for pizza with your best friend was turning into a sob fest.

"You want a band-aid? It's right over there, Y/N" your friend speaks, nodding in the direction of the boy once more.

With Nancy's constant pestering, you chalk up the courage to talk to the raven-haired boy. His name was Barry. He had sparkling blue eyes and dimples and seemed to be a pleasant guy, but your heart really and truly wasn't into perusing him.