Fascinating Lights ( A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

One Of Those Nights

I quickly figured out that he was more famous than he would admit at this time we first started dating and it was no secret anyway.
I accidently bumped into one performance of him and his crew members one day while I was leaving the university.
My mind was so stuffed with things that needed to be done and a lot of input from the lecture earlier that day.
So I took the short way to get to my car as I noticed some dudes playing and singing under a undergrade crossing near the street.
I stopped walking and listened just a few moments to their music, as the lead singer turned around.
My face lighted up, he was such talented, I thought.
But it was actually one of the last pigeonhole I would have put him in. Such an introverted and shy guy he was back then, but when he started singing and performing - the beast inside him was released.
The power and effort he put in every move and every lyric was almost hypnotic.

Meanwhile he can live from his music but still works as a psychologist once or twice per week for some extra money if time is getting rough.
I just hope that he allows himself a little timeout in the next time.
We need to plan the wedding or else our guests will celebrate it in our backyard without any food, ceremonie or us dressed up as groom and bride.
But I have to be patient, so he told me everytime I look at him, opening my mouth for telling him that it's enough.
His first big album is going to be released and he is great sure to make enough money to fund our ceremonie alone.
I just would roll my eyes everytime he tells me this, because I need him home with me at the evening - being there when I come from work completely stressed out, telling me it'll be fine, at night - sleeping next to me, comforting me when I have a bad dream and at daytime - helping me with planning and organizing the important stuff - but ok.
'Calm down Amanda', I told myself.
He knows what he's doing.

I drank up my tea and walked upstairs to make myself ready for sleep.
Tomorrow will be another long day with clients that need my focus and the comforting words of a professionel.

Brushing my teeth, I looked at myself in the mirror. Big dark circles around the eyes and some pimples staring back at me.
Taking a deep breath as I rested my one hand on the edge of the sink.
Maybe some mint - aloe vera pads for the eyes will help.
I cleaned my face and pressed them against my pale skin, slipping into my fluffy and cozy dark grey slippers, making my way to the bed.
With an audible groan I rested myself, taking the book I was reading at the moment from the nightstand.
'Only a few pages', I promised myself.
But after a few minutes I fell asleep.

A loud bumping against the door made my sleep a quick cut.
I lifted my heavy body up, realising I still had them pads under my eyes.
I carefully removed them as another bump smacked against the door.
I groaned.
Slipping into my shoes I made my way down to the front door.
"I forgot my keys, sorry", Michael mumbled bugged.
"You could have just called me instead of slamming against the door in the middle of the night".
"I did", he explained. "But you didn't answer the phone Amanda".
He dropped his bag and the coat right away, slipping out of his loafers he immediately made his way upstairs.
Without taking just a glimpse of me he kept walking. I narrowed my eyes shutting the door tight.
Following his steps I watched the clock, already five in the morning.