Bad Era
You and Micheal were having another argument because of a song Jeremaine had put out because it had something about you and him doing it (A/N: just pretend). And of course Micheal was insecure, and he believed it.
"HOW CAN I BE SO SURE THAT YOU WEREN'T HAVING SEX WITH MY BROTHER!?!"
"BECAUSE, IM. WITH. YOU MICHEAL!" You screamed poking his chest with every word. He turned his head to the side and and breathed deeply, "Don't touch me..."
You mushed his head and said, " What are you gonna do huh!?! You. Ain't. Gon—*SLAP*" You were cut off by Micheal slapping you hard on your left cheek. He was so infuriated, he didn't even realize what he did until he saw you sink down onto the floor sobbing while holding your cheek that was red and started to bleed where his ring imprint was.
"B-baby...I'm so sor—" "LEAVE ME ALONE MICHEAL GET AWAY FROM ME!" He ignored your request and held you on the ground as you sobbed in his chest as you both sat there realizing you both were wrong. "Baby, I am so sorry, I had no right to assume things and then put my hands on you. I was wrong and I hope you can forgive me," "No Micheal, I was wrong. I was pushing your buttons and I made you mad...I'm deeply sorry."
You both lied there and soon feel asleep in each other's embrace, like it should be...
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Micheal Jackson Imagines Vol. 1
Teen FictionMicheal Jackson scenarios, short stories, imagine, what ever you wanna call them