Fascinating Lights ( A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Reminisce The Past

I remember the day as it was yesterday, I accidently bumped into him, spilling my coffee all over his green sweater and his documents.
It was so embarassing, if I could've chose I definatelly would've sunk into the ground - but he casually started laughing, looking with them beautiful dark brown eyes at my red cheeky self.
"Don't worry", he laughed.
"I own a washing machine, nothing serious".
He was so calm and understanding at this moment, it really surprised me.
It's not like I haven't noticed him before, I catched my eyed on him in the psychological lectures we both signed in.
But he was so into the studies that he barely noticed anyone in the course.
After this day we started to see us regulary, not only because he offered me to eat dinner with him on the same evening - he noticed it was deeply embarrassing for me and he was worried I wouldn't sleep for days because of that.
At least he told me so a few years later as we celebrated our first anniversary and looked back at the day we met.

I closed the car door and made my way into the house.
"Good to see you darling", he chirped walking towards me.
I could look at him for hours straight.
I smiled bright hugging him as he embraced me dearly in his loving arms.
He leaned in for a kiss, his soft lips pressing against mine and I immediately felt at home.
We could've lived in a cardboard box somewhere under a bridge, but with him, I wouldn't even notice because everyday feels like heaven on earth.
"How was your day?", he asked as we both walked into the kitchen.

He already set up tea for us.
I placed my purse down on the counter as I sat myself onto one of the bar stools in the kitchen, looking at the blue, green and pink freckled mug he already gave me with some hot strawberry cheesecake tea.
The smell of it surrounded my nose as I inhaled the scent just seconds after he handed me the warm liquor.
"What would I just do without you Michael", I joked looking at his fine features as he sat himself right face to face on the counter.
"Probably going to marry another hot dude", he shrug with his shoulders.
His hard focused concern expressions made me giggle.
"Don't try so hard, you almost look like you're going to poop".
He lifted both eyebrows, "Well, I don't know what you're going to do without me.. tell me Amanda", he spoke.
"I can't tell, but I definately wouldn't plan a wedding, that's for sure".
He smirked and nodded as responds.
"I can't believe we're going to be Mr. and Mrs. Jackson in a few month", I chirped exitedly, almost screaming on top of my lungs.

He sipped the last bit of his tea and stood up, walking towards his laptop that was lying on the couch.
"I already found a location, wanna see?", he asked showing me a website.
"Sure thing", it got me exited that he made such an effort in finding the perfect place for the best day of ours.
"I thought about something like an old diner or something", he explained.
"I know how you like them pin up girls, so what about this?", he opened a site specially for weddings in proper style of the fifties.
"Your hair styled like them ladies with those petty coat dresses, Amamda darling you will look so gorgeous".
It made me happy hearing him like this.
He handed me his laptop, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and made his way into the hallway.
"I'll be home when the sun rises", he said, grabbing his jacket and went out.
It sometimes is hard that he usually works at night, I understand that he needs time for recording and for writing songs but does he always has to do this until the sun rises again.