⊱ Shay's POV
"I know we've had our differences, I know things got out of hand between the two of us," I said, just as Michael shut the door to his bedroom. My hands nervously folding on each other. "But I've come here to fix those differences. I wanted to tell you I'm sorry."
Michael let out a laugh, he was nervous also. Thank heavens it wasn't only Shay-chicken-Marshall. "Shay, I...I-"
"Michael, I wanted to let you know that I..." I trailed off, watching him stare at the blank space above the mantle where Rowan's memories were once. I sighed. "Michael, I love you." I decided to get it out quicker.
He whirled around before I even got the 'you' part out, surprise flickered in his features. I didn't know if it was wrong to tell him that.
"Shannon, I-" He paused, looking as if he was thinking deeply, for an excuse, something. "I don't know what to say."
"I-I know." I replied, secretly wishing I wouldn't get rejected, and I approached him with pleading eyes. "I just wanted you to know that."
Michael smiled a bit, before it disappeared, it was a fake, how-do-I-get-out-of-this? smile. "Shay, there's--"
"Someone else? I should have known." I tried to hide my disappointment by shaking my head.
"No, no, no there isn't."
That was surprising.
"There...isn't?"
"Yeah, there's no one." He gave me a real smile. "But I'm not ready to delve into something real quickly I'm-"
"You want to take it slow," I sighed of relief. "So do I."
I turn my back to him, heading out of his room. Secretly beaming.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
ФанфикDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
