Fifty shades Freed is the most boring movie in the history of mankind. I thought the books were bad but this is a whole new level of nonsense. I just watched Anastasia and Christian f**k each other in broad day light in a parking lot, and to make things worse, Michael was staring at me through all of it and prince was throwing angry glances at Michael. Christian says, “Mrs. Grey you’ve been naughty”, Michael looks at me, Prince looks at Michael. This is a whole new movie, not really the one I signed up for, but to be honest I’m not really unhappy, I’m kind of smiling on the inside. Michael looks ravishingly beautiful. He seems to have put in a lot of effort in his look today, though he doesn’t need to, but when he does whooohoo its difficult to keep it in your pants boys and girls. But am I going to tell him that? No. he’s too conceited as it is, if I tell him, that I have a crush on him he’ll tease the life out of me.
Right now Anastasia is washing Christian’s hair, I have to admit it does look sexy, but only coz I imagine me and Michael instead of them. It would be so tempting to push his curls back from his forehead, caress his wet face, massage his head taking care not to brush against the bruise that he got from a pepsi can falling on his head, leaning in for a kiss on those gentle plump pink lips and just watch Michael sitting with his head resting back, little drops of water dripping off his face, his eyes closed and relaxed humming a soft, sweet little tune
“Tara?”
“yes” I moan softly
“Tara” I jerk back to reality as Prince calls my name again
“do you want water or soda? You look thirsty”
Believe me I am “Um.. Water’s fine. Thanks”
“I’ll have a glass too” Michael ordered
“get up and get it yourself” Prince retorted
“he’s rude” Michael whispered leaning in over to me
“well at least he doesn’t think of himself as the handsomest man to have walked the earth”
“hey, I never said I was the handsomest man to walk the earth. I’m just one of the many. Details Tara, details. I mean there’s Elvis Presley, Brad Pitt, Leonardo di Caprio, George Clooney. Oh, Michael B Jordan…uff that guy’s hot”
I looked at Michael awkwardly
“I’m not gay Tara I just appreciate beauty when I see it” he smiled looking at my confused expression. “I wouldn’t want you of all people to think that I’m not into girls”
“Oh ya? Why is that Jackson?”
He took my hand in his and moved closer to me. He brought his face nearer to mine and leaned in. I closed my eyes, a tumbling happy feeling arising in my stomach
“Water”
I opened my eyes and saw Prince’s head hovering above ours. He threw the water on Michael’s face.
“what the hell dude?” Michael screamed
“You wanted water, here it is” Prince calmly replied
Michael got up in a fit of rage and I got up immediately after him, standing in between him and Prince to keep them away from each other. But to my surprise Michael did not move forward to hit Prince rather backed off and walked away to the washroom
“Prince! What was that?” I confronted him as soon as Michael was out of earshot
“what? He wanted water” he smiled annoyingly
“ya well he could have kicked your ass, for doing what you just did”
“Nah, Michael’s not a fighter, he’s a lover” Prince smiled and strangely his cheeks turned pink when he said that
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Michael Jackson Imagines
FanfictionShort stories where Michael Jackson is the ideal, romantic, kind, caring and most handsome man that ever walked the earth (well he Was all that and much more so this book just takes him as he was and just places him in different imaginary contexts)...
