A few hours of silence passed by. Anna picked up the coffee mug with little stains of dried up coffee on the rim and lazily walked to the kitchen. She passed by Michael’s room and saw a passing glance of him sitting in a chair and reading a book with his legs resting on the edge of the bed. He looked up as he saw Anna pass by, but they did not meet each other’s gaze. she washed the coffee mug, gave it a little shake to drip off the excess water and placed it on a hook along with the other mugs. She then picked out fresh, red tomatoes from the refrigerator and began chopping them. As she was dicing them, a sweet, musky scent and a shadow on the chopping board made her look up
“what u makin?” Michael asked with a hopeful smile
“spaghetti”
“I hate spaghetti, you know that Anna”
“I’m making it for myself” Anna replied indifferently and continued dicing the tomatoes as Michael moved passed her to get a bottle of water
“Anna” Michael fussed “we’re going to be here for the next fourteen days, do you want to spend them all just fighting?”
“we’re not fighting Michael”
“okay, then do you want to spend these fourteen days not talking to me at all?”
“you did that for over a year, I’m sure you can do it for another fourteen days”
“Ann” he said taking her hand “Oops, you almost cut me” he laughed taking the knife from her hand and placing it on the table “please, don’t do this. You’re always complaining about how I never spend enough time with you and now for the next fourteen days when I’m all yours and only yours you’re not even talking to me!”
“what after that Michael?”
“I’m always yours”
“that’s what you said before too”
“and haven’t I been there for you? what do you want me to do? Stop making music, stop recording or going on tours and spend all the day with you?”
“No, but just be with me at least when you’re physical there with me” Anna replied a tear rolling down her cheek
Seeing her cry, Michael realised how much she had been hurting. Finally, when he paused and gazed into her eyes he seemed to remember the promises he made and how he had never been able to keep them.
“Anna, I didn’t know you were so upset. Why didn’t you say anything baby?” he asked softly, his anger cooling down
“it’s nothing Michael” she replied wiping off her tear hastily with her sleeves and taking the knife back to chop the tomatoes “I’ll make us lunch”
“No, we need to talk. I need to know what you’re feeling. For the past two years everything has been about me and I got so carried away by work that I never bothered to ask how you were doing” he grabbed her hips and turned her around so that she now fully faced him, he ducked as Anna’s arms flung and the knife almost cut him. He took it from her hand again and placed it in the kitchen drawer behind him “let’s keep it here for now, just as a precaution” he chuckled, he turned back to face Anna “tell me. Tell me everything”
“I don’t know what to say Michael” Anna replied
“hmm…okay, here’s a plan” he rushed into his room and returned with a writing pad and pen. He tore out a piece of paper and gave it to anna “write down five things that you’ve been wanting to tell me for the past two years and I haven’t been there to listen. By that time, I…” he removed the apron from Anna and put it on himself “…will cook us lunch”. He smiled
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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)...
