5 Words

Imagine: Michael

I don't want to do this
It's just one night Michael
Okay, for you

You smiled at his text. One of your friends had invited you both to a New Year's Eve party. It was a black and white themed party.
Thank you

You put in your earnings and rushed to the door. You opened it before he had the chance to knock.

"Holly shit!"

"Michael!"

"You look amazing!"

You had put on a little strapless black dress with a sweetheart neckline. You had put your hair down, and it was accompanied by a necklace that Michael had given you. All topped off with white stilettos.

"You don't look bad yourself"

His hair was purple this time, and he was wearing the tuxedo he promised he would wear. He looked breathtaking.

You both got into his car.

"What do you want to listen?"

"Will you do me the honor of listening to your voice?"

"But we're horrible"

You smacked his arm. "Just put it on" You spent the ten minute ride listening to their newest album. When you got to the address given, they directed you to the roof of the building.

"What friend is this?" He was pulling at his tie.

"It doesn't matter, all that matters is that 20 minutes from now it'll be a new year"

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him close. He tried to kiss you but you pulled away.

"Not until the new year my love"

"God you turn me on"

You laughed and led him to the dance floor. You guys danced until it was time for the countdown.

"5,4,3,2,1"

At one, you grabbed him and kissed him like if your life depended on it. His arms were on your waist and your arms were around his neck. Your lips crashed onto his. Your tongues intertwined, and you were on fire. You had no idea you could feel such a thing. People were staring at you two.

"You wanna go home?" You asked breathlessly. He just nodded. You both ran to the car. You drove faster than ever, and you were kissing at every red light. The road seemed endless, but you finally made it back to someone's place. Someone's because you couldn't even focus enough to see if it was yours or his. The rest of it was spectacular, and all you thought was that at least the beginning of the year was going to be great.