let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

it was all you

                           April 16th, 1982

Ariana

I'll give you all I have
And nothing less I promise
Love me and don't look back
I want you with me on this road to the sky
We'll be shining every night I promise you
Just me and you
Oh I promise you

I sang the lyrics out to myself, trying to find a proper melody to place it with.

Though you can't work on an empty stomach, I walk over to my kitchen and grab the peanut butter jar, and great. There's no bread.

I guess I'll just be eating the peanut butter for now, I pick out a spoon from the drawer and and dig into the spread.

While savouring the spoonful of peanut butter, I hear a knock on the door.

Wonder who that could be, no ones home besides me so I really don't know.

Since it's a Saturday, I really have no care towards my appearance.

Whoever it is knocks a second time, even louder than the last.

"I'm coming!" I shout at the door. I rush over and swing it open not expecting this person at all.

"Michael?" What is he doing here?

He looks uncomfortable while standing at my front door.

"My mother told me to, uh, run over here and ask if we could borrow any flour?"

"Borrow as in you're going to return it?" My lame attempt at a joke fails clearly.

It's obvious on his face that he didn't understand it one bit. Sometimes Michael actually reminded me of a child, he could be so innocent.

"Sorry, that was stupid. Please, come in and wait in the living room."

"Okay." A small smile appears on his face as he follows me.

I direct him to the living room and he plops himself down on the couch very professionally.

"How many cups do you need?" I ask him.

He then starts using his fingers to count up to four and I found it so cute.

"Four."

I nod and make my way into the kitchen, I pull out the bag of flour and measuring cups.

"You have a very lovely home." He comments from the couch.

"Thank you, so do you."

"It's okay." He shrugs and goes back to admiring the paintings on the walls.

"So, hows your singing going?" He asks looking at me with his big brown eyes.

I was actually a tad surprised that he was trying to make conversation.

"It's going fairly well, I actually have a meeting with Quincy Jones next week." I tell him while pouring the second cup of flour into the container.

"That's great. I love Quincy, without his help, Off the Wall probably would have flopped."

I shake my head at his silliness. "Don't get me wrong, Quincy is amazing, but Michael, Off the Wall still would have been a huge hit without anyone's help. It was all you."

He lets out an embarrassed chuckle. "Not really but thank you, I appreciate the compliment."

"No problem." I smile at him and really take in his beauty, he's probably the most handsome man I've ever seen, I deeply wish I was the lady in his life.

No pun intended.

"So, are you working on any new music lately?" I ask him.

He laughs softly. "I am, I'm actually in the process of recording another album."

"I don't even have to hear anything and I already know it's gonna be a big one."

Michael's eyes light up and a small grin grows onto his face but it quickly shrinks after a couple seconds. "I don't know. I just hope it does better than Off the Wall."

"Off the Wall was amazing though. You got 3 american music awards and a grammy, that's more than anyone I know could win."

Suddenly, he doesn't look so happy anymore. I'm going to assume the mention of the grammy really got to his ego.

"I-I should get going now."

Of course, I'm so dumb for bringing something up that I knew made Michael upset.

"Yeah." My once giddy face is now as blank as a sheet of white paper.

I seal the lid onto the container and slide it over to him.

He catches it and walks to the door, I follow so I can lock it.

"See ya." His sad tone makes me want to burst into tears.

"You too." I say, almost as quiet as a whisper.

When he's out, I close the door immediately and kick it out of frustration.

He probably hates my guts now, great going Ariana, you're such a genius. Every time I think I'm going 2 steps further with Michael, something always has to ruin it and push me 5 steps back.

I hate to say it but I think we might just not be compatible, it seems that I'm going nowhere with him.

Whatever, I need to stop thinking about him anyway. It's been what? 7 years since my liking for him first developed. It's clear he just sees me as a child.

Wait, that's it. He just sees me as a child, I need to show him that I can be mature enough for him and that i'm not just his little sisters friend.

With the perfect idea bright in my mind, I call my one and only best friend. I'm starting to think I need more friends besides Janet.

The phone rings for a couple seconds before I hear her familiar voice.

"Hello?"

"We need to go out tonight."
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geesh this chapter was short ik :( i didn't have much time to write it so this is all i could get up for now!

anyway, i still hope u guys liked this chapter and i love u all so so much! tyyy