My Daddy's Bestfriend (Michael Jackson Fan fiction)

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CARI
T U C K E R

2 Weeks Later.

I stare at Michael as he walks out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, as water drips from the ends of his curly hair. Right now, it's eleven clock at night and Michael arrived at Neverland about an hour ago.

Ever since the little brunch with Alana a couple of weeks ago, Michael and I haven't been talking as much. I won't say that it doesn't bother me because...it actually bothers me a whole lot! I miss his soft, gentle voice and his angelic, contagious laugh.

I continue to stare at him as he walks out of his walk-in closet wearing a white t-shirt and red pajama pants. His curls are still damp as he makes his way to lay down in bed, next to me. I smile widely as he turns to look at me.

“What?” he asks softly as he looks at my facial features with pure admiration.

I blush slightly, looking down at my small hands, “Nothin',” I mumble.

Michael puts two fingers under my chin and lifts my head up, making my eyes meet his, “So, you're just gonna act like you weren't staring at me ever since I came out of the bathroom?” he asks softly making me bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing.

I have a horrible tendency to laugh during serious situations and maybe our conversation wasn't serious now, but it's about to be.

I let out a small sigh, “Baby,” I begin, gently placing my hand on his cheek. “There is something that has been bothering me a bit.”

I see a small frown etch itself upon his lips, “Whatever it is - I'll fix it! Just tell me what's wrong.” he speaks sincerely.

I bite my bottom lip, staring into his eyes, “Michael...why haven't you been talking to me as much lately? I know that you have to work and all but it would be nice for you to at least talk to me a little bit,”

I see a different emotion fill his eyes. An emotion that seems to be...worry?

His eyes dart everywhere in the room but never stare into mine, “B-baby, I just have to focus on my...my work.” he gives me some bullshit excuse making my eyebrows furrow.

“Look, Michael,” I begin, getting into a sitting up position, “I don't know who you think you're messin' with but just because I'm young doesn't mean I don't know how to read a man. It's something else bothering you and I know it. Now, you can tell me what is going on or I can find out by myself.” I raise my eyebrows slightly.

He seems taken aback many my sudden change in mood, but smiles nonetheless, “You're so beautiful when you're mad.” he compliments me making me roll my eyes and lay back down.

“Yeah, okay.” I mumble, snuggling into the soft pillow. I feel Michael move some hair out of my face and place a soft, delicate kiss upon my cheek.

I have to stop myself from smiling as I close my eyes and let sleep overtake my tired body.

The Next Morning.

I wake up a bit earlier than Michael and I take a moment to admire his sleeping form as he lays beside me. His lips are slightly parted and with every breath he takes, his messy curls goes up.