Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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"Come on, babe, we're going to be late!" Michael yells from downstairs. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" I shout back, adjusting my top one more time. Shit, I'm nervous, I hope I look good enough for the occasion, "Okay, get it together Jamie, you can do it. It's no big deal." I murmur to myself, as I put my phone and gloss into my purse.

"Jeez, woman! I told you to be ready twenty minutes ago!" Michael laughs loudly, as I grab my heels, and leave the room, shutting the door behind me. 

"I know, I know," I drawl, "I don't need to hear the shit." I reach the bottom step, and Michael hasn't said anything. I look up at him, and he is eyeing me all over, which stops me in my place. 

"Damn," he sighs, licking his lips as his eyes continue to run all over me, and my cheeks heat bright red at the feeling. 

"Michael," I smile, tucking a piece of my long, black hair behind my ear, "Stop." I giggle, and he slowly stalks over to me. 

"Baby, you look..." he hesitates, standing an inch away from me, "Too good." he smiles down at me, looking into my eyes. 

"Do you think this is okay to meet your family?" I ask, holding my arms out to the sides, so he can look at me again, stripping me with his eyes. Dark blue jeans and a low cut, form fitting, black, long-sleeve shirt is not usually the type of outfit you'd wear to get the reaction that I've gotten from Michael. 

I love my man!

He takes my arms in his, placing them around my neck, and he wraps his arms around me to squeeze my ass, making me smile brightly as I look up into his eyes. 

"It's perfect, baby," he grins, licking his lips, before pulling me into a long, dizzying kiss. After a minute or so, he pulls away, and I keep my arms around him to keep me steady because, boy! If that wasn't a mind boggling kiss I don't know what is! "Casual, but not too casual... you look fantastic." He grins, looking over my shoulder at my ass. I smack his chest, and he laughs, holding it as he stumbles away. 

"There will be none of that at your parents house, Mr. Jackson," I tut, walking towards the door to put my shoes on. As I bend over, Michael walks over to me, and smacks my ass... hard, "What the fuck, Michael!" I exclaim, standing up straight to hold my ass cheek, "That fucking hurt." I hiss, looking back at it. 

"You know you liked it, Mrs. Jackson," he winks, and I suppress the urge to moan. 

"I knew we should've gone for round four this morning." I growl, pulling him into another hot kiss. 

"Damn," he sighs, licking his lips as I pull away to continue putting my heels on, "Girl, you are going to be the death of me." 

*

When we pull into the driveway of Michael's parents house, a wave of nerves hit me. 

"Baby, are you sure they're going to like me?" I ask, looking over to him as he parks the car. 

"Jay, they're going to love you," he grins, leaning over the console to kiss me longingly, "I love you, so they'll love you."

"I hope so," I mumble, reaching in the back for my purse before Michael has already made it around to the other side of the car and opens the door for me. He takes my hand, helping me out, and kisses it as he shuts the door. 

"Come on, let's go," he laughs at my nervous demeanour, as he leads me towards the massive house at the end of the long driveway. 

"Did you buy this house for your parents?" I ask, and he looks back at me with an amused smile on his face. 

"Partially," he smiles, "How'd you know?" he asks sarcastically, and I roll my eyes. 

"Oh, shut up," I grumble, feeling very nervous... almost nauseous. 

Michael holds my hand all the way up the front steps, and opens the front door, stepping inside. 

"Hello?" he calls into the conversation-filled house. 

"Hey!" a unison of voices yells from inside. I step in, and close the door behind me, sticking right next to Michael. 

"Hey guys!" Michael laughs, pulling me in so that everyone in the living room to the right can see me, "How's it going?" he asks, with wide smile, as he slips off his shoes and I do the same. 

"Not bad, how about you?" one of the many tall black men says to Michael, looking at me, "Who's this?" he smiles genuinely. 

"This is my girlfriend, Jamie," he says, smiling down at me, "She's mine, so don't get any ideas." he jokes, letting go of my hand to pull the man into a hug. 

"Hi, I'm Marlon," he smiles, reaching out for a hug. 

They must be Michael's family. Big huggers. 

I wrap him in my embrace before pulling away. 

"Damn, Mike, you sure know how to pick'em." Marlon compliments, making me blush, and Michael gently pushes him away. 

"Let's go meet everyone else," Michael grins, shaking his head at Marlon, making laugh, the same laugh as Michael. 

He leads me further into the living room, which is packed full of Jackson men. 

"Okay, baby, this is Tito," Michael says, starting at the left of him before going around in a circle, "That's Jermaine, Jackie and Randy." he grins, and all of the men smile and nod as Michael tells me their names, and Marlon joins the circle by standing in the space between me and Randy. 

"Hi guys, I'm Jamie," I repeat, and they all say hi in their respective ways. 

"Are you mixed?" Tito asks, making me giggle, and the Jackson men laugh as well. 

"Why is that the first thing you ask her?" Jackie says, shoving Tito a little, as he's in a fit of laughter. 

"Well, I just wanted to know!" he exclaims, shrugging his shoulders, "She's obviously not all black!" 

"Is that a problem?" Michael jokes, and Tito looks around the circle and holds his hands up in defense. 

"Jeez, I was just trying to ask if she's black and white! Damn!" he exclaims, taking a step back, and all of the brothers continue to laugh. 

"No, that's okay, a lot of people ask me, though it's quite obvious," I smile at Tito, before looking up at Michael who is already looking down at me, "I'm Black and Italian." I nod, and all of the men ooh and ahh, causing Michael to pull me closer to his side, "This jealous is sexy on you, babe." I say softly, throwing a wink at him, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

"I am not jealous," he scoffs again, and all the men around the circle raise their brows. 

"Mmhmm, whatever Mike," Jermaine... I think... laughs, and all of his brothers agree. 

"Michael?" a soft voice asks from behind us, and Michael and I both turn around. A small, black woman stands there in a floor-length dress with her reading glasses on. 

Katherine Jackson has entered the room.