Partners {Michael Jackson}

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Y/N

"Shit! My mom's here! Why's she home early? You gotta go!" I panicked, getting up. Michael got up from his seat, scattering. "I need you to move faster, dude! If my mom sees us half naked on her couch, we'll be staying with my deceased father!"

"Y/N calm down..." he said. "she already knows we're here." I paused, glaring at him with demolished pupils. "What the fuck do you mean by that?" I snarled. Michael waved both hands up in the air, showing his innocence. "I-I told Mr. Jones who then told your mom."

"Why would you do that?! Have you met my mother?!" I howled, upset by his actions. He walked towards my direction, groping my face. "I had to tell someone why we skipped. Besides, I was not gonna let you fuck up my perfect attendance." He joked. "So she's ok with you.. a boy.. staying in this house.. alone.. with me.. who so happens to be a girl?" he chuckled, pulling my body in to feel his heat. "She trusts me. I'm not the kind of guy that just goes to girls houses and fuck them."

"Then, what the hell do you call what we just did?" I questioned, putting my hair back into a bun. "Hey, you wanted it. That's different." he smirked, zipping up his jeans. "Whatever, Michael. Just go in the laundry and and get the air freshener. I'll stall." I ordered, running to the door. I peaked through the curtains to see mother stepping out of the car. She ran up the steps in her heels where I met her half way. "Mom?"

"Oh, sweetie!" she cooed, pulling me in for a tight embrace. "Y/N, are you ok? Mr. Jones told me what happened. I'm so sorry." she cried, caressing my hair like a puppy. "Mom, it's ok. I'm ok." I reassured. "No..." she hissed. "it's not ok, Y/N. He cheated on you. With your best friend. And got her pregnant." "Yeah, thanks for bringing that up."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. It's just you're too young to be going through this."

"Through what? I saw the truth about both Alex and Chelsea. They're the ones who ruined themselves. I have no say in that. So yes, mom. I am ok." I replied, questioning if I really am ok. Mom smoked small, kissing my forehead. "If you say so."

Michael opened the door. "Hello, Mrs. L/N." he smiled, looking at me with such purity in his eyes. Mom pulled away from me heading towards where he was standing. "Michael. Thank you so much for taking care of my daughter. You really are her hero." she sobbed, hugging him tight. "Yeah, you really are my hero." I agreed, looking at him with.. with.. love.

That's it. I'm actually falling in love with him. I'm in love with Michael Jackson.

"You're welcome." he blushed, looking directly at me as if he knew all along, he would be my actual hero. "I better head home. Mother's probably going nuts."

"Wait..." I pulled him towards me. Placing both arms around his neck, I leaned in for a kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist just like how they were when we had our encounter on my mother's couch. Which I hope not one stain is on there. "Well..." mom cleared her throat. "I'll be in there.. you know.. if you need me. Which you probably won't but that's ok." she said before heading inside.

I wanted him. I yearned for him. The kiss went deeper and deeper as myself became more wet by the minute. He pulled away, looking down at himself. I looked down with him to see his jeans tighten. "Look what you do to me, Y/N." Michael whispered. "I could say the same thing. God, I want you so bad." I moaned, kissing the side of his jaw. "I know a place we can go..." he smirked. "I just have to go home a get something. I'll meet you right back here."

"Don't be too long..." I said, wondering where we're going.

Chapter 32 is up next.....

Author's Note: Hello again after a year and 1 month. You're probably annoyed by me. Which I understand. I've been mostly on IG. It's not the same anymore truth be told. All the good writers and stories have came to an end. Plus my passion for writing is slowly declining. But I manage to come time to time to update a few of my books. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I hope you can forgive me. 🥺🤍

~ nai