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29th August, 1991, 11:51p.m.
On the 29th of August, 1991, you got a phone call while rehearsing for your new song, Can't Take My Eyes Off You. It was 11:51p.m., and you were wondering whos calling at such a late time of the day.
You jogged to the phone and picked it up. "Hi, may I know whos calling?" You questioned while drinking your water.
"Hello dear, It's Liz, was I bothering you?" She asked with a smile on her face. You gleamed and answered, "Not at all, Liz! What's the reason you're calling now?"
"Well, I know how much you're obsessed with Michael Jackson.."
"Uh-huh.."
"And how much you wanna meet him.."
"Uh-huh.."
"Well, he's coming to my wedding ceremony." Your eyes widened in shock. "Oh wow, congrats Liz! That's so lucky of you!"
"That's not all, dear, he said he really liked your music!" She said while giggling, but you couldn't comprehend what she just said. "....What?" "You heard me right, dear! And it's his birthday today too, so he might call you later, alright? Bye!"
Beep, beep, beep, "... Bye.." Michael Jackson likes my music? you thought, and why would he randomly call you? You didn't give it much thought so you decided to go back to bed.
When you were about to go shower, your phone rang again. You went back to the phone and picked it up, "Hi, may I know whos calling?" you asked this caller.
"Hi, is this _______?" A soft, gentle and tender voice came frorm the other side. It was the voice you've dreamed of hearing. Michael Jackson. "Y-yes it is! Hi, Mister Jackson, L-Elizabeth told me you were going to ring me up, yes?"
He started giggling, "No need to be so formal, _______, just call me Michael or Mike! And yes I was going to, but I was quite nervous to call you,".
The time was 11:59p.m. now, remembering that it was Michael's birthday, you wished him. "Oh, I see. By the way, happy birthday, Michael!" You said awkwardly.
He enjoyed talking to you. You guys chatted for a bit more and you told him you needed to go, and he gave his goodbyes and hung up the call.
You felt so happy after it ended. Though you guys were just chatting about music, business, how he loved your songs and how you loved his, it still felt surreal.
30th August, 1991, 5:39a.m.
You woke up by the phone ringing once more. You walked to the phone, groggy-headed and sleepy. "Hello? *yawn* May I know whos calling?" You asked.
"Good morning, _______! You sound like you just woke up," He said brightly, "Well yeah, I woke up due to your call," you replied, annoyed he took away your beauty sleep hour.
He laughed, "Sorry, _______, but aren't you supposed to wake up early? To practice?" you then looked at the clock. 5:43a.m. "I'm supposed to wake up 15 minutes later!" You shot back.
You guys went back and forth about that till your assistant knocked on your door. "Uhm, I need to go, bye!" You sprinted to your bed and pulled to covers over you.
"It's time to wake up, Miss _______!" She said as she entered the room. You 'woke up' and rubbed your eyes while saying "No need for the Miss," and giggled.
"Sorry, it's a habit!" She replied while placing your food on the bed. She looked back at you with excitement in her eyes. "_______, I have special news for you,"
"Go on, spill!" You said while pouring the tea into the cup. "Michael Jackson contacted! He wants you to come to Neverland later at 3p.m.!" You then looked up at her and blinked.
"So, your makeup artists will finally come today! And, don't say no, because they want to glam you up before meeting Michael Jackson!" You kept your cool and told her, "Thanks for letting me know, I'll be sure to let them know what type of makeup I want later," you replied.
Once she went out, you waited for the elevator to click shut, then you yelped in excitement. "YESSSSSS!!!!! Oh, my god!!!!!!!!" Then you sat up straight and waited for the artists to come. You wolfed down on your food in around 5 minutes and went to the bathroom.
8:38a.m.
They did your makeup, and it wasn't as bad as you expected. They curled your hair and put it in a side part updo. They gave you a natural look and picked out a white blouse and black bell-bottoms paired with a good belt, simple but elegant.
You stayed at home playing with your pet cat, Coco before heading out. She was your role model. Calm, composed and shy. Though many may not agree, you aspire to be like Coco.
1:58p.m.
You were about to head out to Neverland, and you were very excited for two reasons. One, you'll be visiting Neverland. Two, you'll be visiting Michael for the first time.
During the car ride there, you talked to your producers about releasing your new album, Obsessed, on the 1st of September.
2:50p.m.
You finally arrived at Neverland Ranch, It looked as magical as ever. The security guards stopped you guys' before entering. "Good morning, may I know whos coming today?" Your bodyguards replied, "Miss _______, she was invited by Michael today,"
The security guard then smiled and said, "Welcome to Neverland, my colleagues will bring you to Michael."
3:06p.m.
Michael immediately recognised you from a distance. He walked towards you gleaming. "Welcome to Neverland, _______, I love your hair, by the way," As he pulled you into a hug. You didn't expect that but hugged him back anyways. He had to lower his body slightly arching down. His perfume was floral scented and sweet, which you didn't expect him to wear.
"Hello, Michael, Neverland looks amazing!" You said while hugging him. He then leaded you to a house with many water balloons and handed some to you.
"Hey, Mac is somewhere around here, make sure you aim for him!" And smiled. But you just stood there, holding the balloon in your hand. "S-sorry? What is this for?" You asked, genuinely confused. He looked at you wide-eyed and asked, "You mean you don't what this is?"
"Well, yeah, technically?" You replied trying not to embarrass yourself. He then smiled and went behind you to guide you. "See that kid over there?" He asked, lifting your hand with a water balloon in it.
He was so close to you, but that was alright. He then lifted your hand to throw it at Mac, and it perfectly hit him! He looked at you, shocked. "Wow, that was a perfect hit! You gotta teach me how to do that, _______."
You smiled and told him, "Well, maybe I have a gift for water balloons!" And had a full-on war for water balloons.
7:45p.m.
It was a long day and everyone was tired. Everyone was drenched in water and sweating. You thanked Michael for this wonderful experience and told him you were going to head back now.
Before leaving, Michael asked you, "By the way, are you coming to Elizabeth's wedding?" and you told him you were. He was happy that you were and told you he would see you there.
Janet and Mac also gave their goodbyes and told you to come back to Neverland again some time.
During the ride back, you kept on thinking about Michael. How bright he was, how good he was at water balloon fights, and how he always let them push him into the water. He's such a good person, you thought to yourself.
1st September, 1991, 2:16p.m.
A knock came from outside. It was your producer. He went in and informed you your album was released five minutes ago, and everyone was going crazy over it.
A call suddenly came through the phone. You picked it up instantly as you were standing besides it.
"_______, I just wanna say I think your song Can't Take My Eyes Off You sounds really good! You'd definitely do great in show business." A voice came through and it sounded like it was dripping with honey.
It was your mother. She wanted to make amends for ruining her mental health. You gripped tightly on the phone, scared of what she wanted.
"What do you want now, mother?" You asked, shaking. "Give me 50% of the share from your earnings." You were quite impressed at her for being so eager asking for so much.
You were about to answer her when Michael appeared from the elevator. You saw him and immediately smiled. Your mother on the other hand, was getting impatient, but you decided to be brave and hung up the phone.
Michael smiled back at you and walked in. You hugged him as soon as you saw him and he hugged back too. "Good afternoon, _______, congrats on your newest release." And pat your head.
He was such a kind person to you. Though you were only 4 years apart, he still treated you like a kid. "Hey, don't mess up my hair!" You said, giggling while he did.
"Were you looking for me?" You finally asked him, "Oh, yeah, I was going to give this to you," he said while handing you a gift box with the words 'Swarovski' on it. You looked back up at him and he said "Open it!" and you did. He got you a diamond necklace with a bear covered in rhinestones.
You opened your mouth in shock but he just brushed it off and said it was no big deal. "Thank you, Michael! Oh my gosh! I love it!" You said while smiling brightly. He helped you put it on and said, "It looks great on you," and smiled.
He said he got it for you because he knew about your song going to be releasing today.
You hugged him once more and thanked him.
15th October , 1991, 4:21p.m.
"Hello dear," Liz's voice came through from the phone. "Hi Liz! What's up?" You answered while eating your soda crackers.
"Well, are you hitting it well with Michael?" She asked with a sweet tone. You almost coughed out your biscuits. "What do you mean? We're just friends. We hung out alot and went to Neverland alot last month, I went there yesterday too!"
"Wowwwww..... I see a bright future for you guys, hehe," She giggled. "Liz, we are just friends! And don't say these things, it's embarrassing," You muttered. "anyways, I'm so excited for your wedding tomorrow! Can't wait to see you in that dress." You told her.
After a while, the phone call ended with Elizabeth needing to check if everything was alright once more. You waited till night to wake up.
16th October, 1991, 2:30a.m.
You woke up from your alarm ringing. You quickly jumped out of bed and waited for the makeup artists to come oncemore since you finally trusted them with the makeup.
They moisturised your face and did your skincare before going to the makeup studio to start the makeup there.
You were more energetic than usual which made the bodyguards nervous. "Does she do this in the morning?" "No... This is my first time seeing her this energetic in the morning.
3:56a.m.
You packed up and were heading to Neverland. Many fans flooded your gate but the bodyguards blocked them so you could enter the car easily. You waved at them before hopping in the car.
4:49a.m.
After about an hour of a drive, you finally reached Neverland. Your entered those once unfamiliar gates and felt so excited.
You reached the makeup studio and saw many famous people and artists. You greeted them and tried not to sound too awkward, but casual. You hugged them and shook hands before sitting in your booth.
Your makeup artist did an amazing job, even a famous singer complimented your makeup and hair. You headed into the dressing room to change into the bridesmaids dress when people started gasping.
Turns out, Michael finally arrived. You put on your dress and felt like a Disney Princess. When you stepped out, people were trying so hard to please Michael while he was just looking at you.
You smiled and waved towards him and he finally smiled back and gave a fast wave. He looked like a Disney Prince, too. His medium length curls touching his shoulders and his black jacket looked amazing.
You waited for the crowd to finally clear up before walking towards him. You smiled and told him, "Wow, you look amazing!" and he replied, "I could say the same for you," which made you feel happy.
Michael kept stealing glances at you but when you noticed, he looked back somewhere else. When you were about to head out of the makeup studio, he suddenly pulled your hand gently to stop you.
He wanted to walk around with you to show you more of Neverland. "Of course! Theres still time anyways," You replied, and held his hand.
6:35a.m.
You guys explored many places in Neverland, but it was barely half of it. You got to see Bubbles, Louie and the other famous animals.
He explained why he loved animals so much, and it was because animals don't take things away from him. They don't need him to perform perfectly if not he wouldn't be good enough.
When you heard that, your heart ached and touched his hand gently. "As long as you love the animals, the animals will love you too." He looked back at you and smiled at you.
After that, to make it less awkward, he pat your head and said, "Alright sleepyhead, let's head back to the venue," and walked back. (He calls you sleepyhead because most of the time he calls you, it's always while you were sleeping or just woke up.)
8:30a.m.
The wedding ceremony started and it was beautiful. Elizabeth looked amazing in that dress. When they said their vows, you were deeply moved and dabbed your eyes.
When they returned back to the seats, Michael sat next to you and placed some food on your plate. You looked at him, puzzled. "There's no way you're eating just that, you gotta eat more," You finally laughed. "Come on, I can't eat that much! But thank you, Mikey,"
6:34p.m.
It was time for Elizabeth to throw her bouquet. All girls gathered in a circle to prepare. You didn't actually want to catch it. To be honest, you just joined in for the fun.
When she threw it, her friend accidentally pushed you while backing behind and you stumbled backwards. You were almost about to fall when Michael caught you.
The woman instantly apologised to you when she saw that you fell. You looked up at Michael and saw his worried face. "Are you alright?" He asked, checking around your face for injuries.
"I'm alright," You replied while getting up. He stood beside you after the bouquet throwing ended and guarded you carefully.
17th October, 1991, 12:40a.m.
As the party died down, you stayed behind at Neverland before heading home. "That was fun, don't you think?" You asked Michael. He smiled back at you, "Of course it was," he laughed and pat your head.
He was too shy to hold you anywhere else other than your hands, and the only placed he touched was your head. You waved goodbye to Michael before heading back home.
2:03a.m.
At home, you lay in bed dozing off, while recalling things that happened at the ceremony. Elizabeth telling her childhood stories, a llama crashing the wedding halfway. It was chaotic, sure, but it made alot of memories.
You slowly dozed off and remembered that tomorrow, you were heading back to New York to release your new album, Obsessed.
6:00a.m.
You streched and got out of bed to get ready for your flight. You picked a white coat paired with a white mini skirt.
Your assistant walked in your room with surprise. "Good morning, _______, well... I got a phone call from Michael Jackson," She said. "Oh! What did he say?" "These are the exact words he said," Your assistant pulled out a piece of paper.
"Hi, _______, uhm.. I was uh, wondering if.. I could.. follow you to, uh.. N-New York? It's alright if you don't want me to, like, come, though.. B-but call me! If.. you want me to come. She read out loudly.
You laughed and told her, "Alright, I'll tell him it's alright to tag along." as you picked up your phone. She grinned and said, "Have fun there,~" in a teasing tone.
Rrring... Rrring... Your phone sounded. He immediately picked up the phone and tried playing it cool. "Hey, _______, what's up?" "You want to come along with me?"
The other side of the line fell silent. "Y-yeah.. Well, can I..?" He asked, nervously. "Why, sure! I'll be waiting in my room," You assured.
7:30a.m.
Knock, knock, The sound came from outside. You opened the door and saw Michael. "Hi, Mikey! I'm almost done," You told him with a smile on your face.
He smiled back and told you, "Alright, I'll wait for you," and sat at the edge of your bed.
7:34a.m.
You guys were at the entrance of your house, bodyguards escorting you both to the car. You and Michael sat in the back seat while your driver started the car.
You guys chatted and played games during the car ride. He told you he wanted to see you release this new album as he also enjoyed your music.
9:12a.m.
Paparazzi flooded the airport. You both waved at fans while entering. They snapped photos and the flash flickered.
You saw a mic and happily chirped, "Michael and I are heading to New York for a speciallll surprise! Yay!" and cheerfully walked inside the airport.
You and Michael ate Mcdonald's Burgers while chatting and laughing. He cracked jokes and you laughed so hardly, tears rolled out.
You guys were in a secluded area of the airport, nobody noticing the both of you. You guys sat on the floor, not minding if it was dirty.
10:00a.m.
"Bye guys! We're headin' to New York!" You shouted to the screaming crowd while waving. They flashed their cameras as you did so.
You and Michael waved one last time before boarding the plane. He laughed and asked, "Are you always that energetic with your fans?" you looked at him and replied, "Not always, but since you're here, I know the trip wont be boring!" and smiled.
His cheeks turned red and he looked away shy. "I'm glad to hear that," While placing his finger on his mouth.
You guys sat down in your private plane. He sat across from you, his knees touching yours. He bounced his leg up and down and muttered, "I'm nervous," you looked up from your magazine with you on the cover and asked, "What? Haven't you travelled around the world many times already?" and laughed.
He just looked out of the window, smiling slightly. You continued scanning the paper for any items you liked, enjoying this activity.
He cleared his throat and asked, "Right, what are you having? For lunch?" while looking down at the menu. "I'm having my specially prepared salad. My chef is probably chopping my vegetables as we speak," You laughed.
Michael looked at you, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously? You want some of my chicken later?" He asked you. You laughed and told him it was alright as your food planner was on the trip with you.
You both talked for an hour, before you dozed off. You didn't notice the fact he was staring at you, but that was all he did while you were taking a nap.
11:30a.m.
He woke you up, smiling slighty. "Foods here," You rubbed your eyes and streched. He took one look at your food and laughed. "Pfft! You're only eating that? No wonder you're so skinny!" He teased while softly pinching your arm.
You smiled uncomfortably and picked on your salad. He noticed right away and touched your arm. "Sorry.. Did I make you uncomfortable?" He whispered.
You continued picking on the salad, not looking back at him. He grinned and slowly lifted your chin. "_______, don't do this.." You smiled, finally
able to look at him. "Alright, Mikey, you won." You replied.
"I'll be sure not to do that again, okay, _______?" He assured, stroking your hair. You laughed and smirked at him, "Go eat your food!" while going back to your salad.
Meanwhile? The stewardess' at the back were giggling and pointing at the sight of you two. "Oh, my god! Did you guys see what Michael did to _______?! That's definitely flirting right there!"
"Girls, do you think Michael likes _______?" "Definitely!" They chorused. The stewardesses giggled and went back to work.
3:00p.m.
The plane landed, but it didn't feel long since you and Michael were chatting along the way.
He pointed out to the sky, showing you the beautiful city lights.
"Wow.. How beautiful!" You praised the crimson sky, and you were sure he muttered under his breath, "Just like you," you looked at him, "What?" questioning him. "H-huh? I didn't say anything," He looked at you.
You looked at him suspiciously, but ignored it. As you both landed at the airport and descended down the stairs. Michael waved towards them happily and blew kisses with you.
The tabloids erupted with questions, asking why Michael was tagging along on your New York trip. You mentioned that it was just you and him bonding, as you didn't get to spend much time previously.
Michael looked away, ears turning red. Thank goodness she didn't mention me asking to come along, He thought.
You had not eaten any sugar since one month ago. You knew that your blood pressure was getting lower, and sometimes you were barely getting through the day.
While walking, you felt a sudden surge of dizziness charge after you, making you barely able to move. You hit the floor with a hard thud, eyes landing on you. Your body lay flat on the floor, your head hitting the ground.
Security and bodyguards panicked. Michael, who was standing next to you, froze in shock. He slowly kneeled down besides your body, asking if you were alright.
You couldn't answer though you felt like you could. When you felt the cameras flash going off, Michael snapped and shouted at them, while you went unconscious.
19th October, 1991, 7:39p.m.
You woke up in an unfamiliar place. The white lights shone in your eyes, making you close them again. When Michael noticed you wake up, he shut his book and immediately rushed next to you.
"_______! Oh, my god, I was worried sick about you! Are you okay? Do you need water?" He asked in a cautious tone. You looked down at your body, feeling the bandage crinkle. "I fell down that hard?" You asked, still not fully awake.
You were about to rub your head. Your hands inches away from it when Michael pulled it back. You blinked, looking at him. He instantly let go and reminded you, "Your head.. It's bandaged," while doing gestures.
"What do you want to eat?" He said, changing the subject. "I don't really feel like eating," You answered. He sat you up, handing you a glass of water.
Suddenly, your assistant barged in, looking worried. Michael was looking at you while you gulped down the water, sitting on the chair beside your bed.
She informed you, "_______, Mr. Jackson, these people are crazy! They're framing you for making _______ fall! They said you tripped her!" and held out the magazine in her hands.
You stared, wide eyed. "They took this photo of me?! Oh, my god! I look horrible in that photo! Did I ever allow them to come in?!" You shrieked. "_______, that's not the worst part, your album hasn't been released yet," She added.
You felt so stressed at that moment, you fainted again. "Wah! Not again!" Your assistant yelped as they rushed over.
8:23p.m.
"Sigh, Mr. Jackson, you gotta take care of her while I'm gone," You heard muttering outside. Of course, you quickly limped out and saw your producer and Michael standing together, outside your door.
"What are you guys talking about?" You asked, steadying yourself. "I'm heading to Melbourne for a week tomorrow morning." Your producer told you, straight-faced. "O....kay... Am I coming?" You asked.
He looked at you, puzzled, "What? No! You aren't coming with me?" he scolded. "Why?! Aren't I supposed to come along with you?!" You pushed. Michael quickly slipped inside the room, not wanting to interfere.
A few minutes after arguing back and forth, your producer didn't give in. You slammed the door, angrily hopping in bed. "Melbourne isn't that fun," He said. You flipped over, now facing him.
"And plus, you haven't even enjoyed New York yet," He mentioned. You laughed while covering your mouth. "You never fail to make me smile! Once I'm discharged, I wanna go shopping already," He smiled softly and touched your hand. "I'll bring you there."
29th October, 1991, 8:25a.m.
You were at the counter, getting discharged. Michael was standing at the corner, focused on a Vogue magazine. You stared at him for a moment, Guess he really likes fashion, or the women, you thought to yourself.
Once they discharged you, Michael got up from his seat and accompanied you out the hospital. Many paparazzi's were taking photos once you guys went out, making you nervous.
"Ma'am! Did Michael trip you the other day?" A journalist asked. You stared at him and grabbed the mic. "Do you really think he would go out of his way to do such dumb things? You think he would want to ruin his reputation by tripping me?" You scolded while walking off.
Your chauffeur drove you and Michael to some malls, filled with designer clothes. You got down and immediately got glued to a pink rhinestone dress, paired with white elegant gloves. You saw the set and knew you had to own it.
Michael looked at your face, and laughed. "Do you like it?" He asked. Your eyes were still staring at the dress. "Like it? I love it!" You beamed. He looked back at the dress, it was covered in diamonds and glitter, like he also wanted it.
"Hmm, do you want it?" He questioned while fixing his jacket. You looked down at the price, $50,000 dollars. "Not anymore after looking at the price," You muttered. He looked at the price and looked inside the store. "Excuse me, could you please wrap this dress up? Thank you." He told a staff working there.
You just stared at him, shocked. You slapped his hand gently, and gasped, "Why would you buy that?! Did you not see the price tag?" while he just stayed silent.
He then gripped your arms tightly, lowering his body to your height. "Listen. I would do anything to give you what you want. I don't care about the price, whatever you want, just tell me." He assured.
Your face went hot when he said that. Thank goodness for the staff member, she walked out carrying the dress and handed it to Michael. "Thank you for shopping here, Ms. _______ and Mr. Jackson! Please do drop by again!" She added.
"Thank you.." You muttered, but he smiled and asked, "Shall we head to another store?" and looked around. "No, I'm tired. I need to get my painkillers.." You replied, sleepy.
10:30a.m.
You both reached the hotel and chefked in your rooms. The room had two bedrooms, perfect.
Once you guys went inside, you swallowed down the pills instantly. He quickly got you some water, afraid you might choke on it. "Ugh.. We didn't get to go shopping that much.." You complained.
He laughed, "What? It was you who wanted to head back!" patting your head. You were feeling too tired, you didn't have the energy to fight back. You changed into your nightrobe and removed your makeup before taking a nap.
11:03a.m.
When you got out of the toilet bare faced, Michael stared at you in awe. You realised he was looking at you with no makeup, so you covered your face with your hands. "You look beautiful." He said.
You basically sprinted to your bed and covered yourself. "Goodnight.." You told him, even though it was only 11.
The medication made you feel drousy quickly and you fell asleep. Michael on the other hand, was watching horror movies while you were sleeping.
5:47p.m.
Michael's POV!:
Brring... Brring... The phone sounded. He sat up from his bed and picked up the phone. "Hello? Who's calling?" "Mr. Jackson, please inform Ms. _______ that she has a dinner to attend at 7p.m. Knowing her, shes definitely asleep right now, so please wake her up." Your producer talked on the phone as he glanced at you.
"Right, I will." Michael replied. "W-wait!! Before you hang up," Your producer continued, "Take her to dinner, I'm afraid she'll faint again." he noted.
Michael paused, unsure if he should. In the end, he finally agreed. He slowly walked to your bed, looking at your sleeping face. You looked just like sleeping beauty in his mind, some hair strands covering your face.
Back to you!:
He gently shook you, while calling out, "_______, you have a dinner at 7," he said. You woke up, still tired. "What about lunch?" You asked him. "You skipped it, silly! It's close to 6 already!" After he said that, you sat up quickly. "WHAT?! Oh my god, I need to get ready now!"
You sprinted towards the bathroom, fixing your curls and doing your makeup. While you were doing so, Michael picked out the dress he bought for you, placing it on your bed. When you came out, you saw the dress placed there.
You looked at him, his arms behind his back. "You really want me to wear this?" Your brows furrowed. "What? If you said you liked it why wont you wear it?" He laughed. You took the dress and replied, "Well, let's see how it'll look." and he whispered, "I can't wait." to himself.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, barely recognisable. Your blonde curls over the gorgeous pink dress, and your elegant white simple gloves. You stepped out, and Michael was practically drooling. "Wow- uh, I mean, you look... gorgeous.." He stuttered.
"Thank you! I told you I had good taste," You giggled, lacing your hands in his. He was shy at first, unsure if he should too, but did anyway.
6:55p.m.
You guys reached the venue of the dinner. It was an elegant ball, and your dress' shimmer shone brightly in there. It was a rather private dinner, so only professional photographers were allowed.
Peoples heads turned when the door opened. They looked at you and Michael standing together, looping arms. They welcomed the both of you in, making the atmosphere feel warm.
It was casual. People were chattering with other people, servers walking around the ball, offering appetizers and water.
You walked around slowly, smiling at others who looked your way. Michael was busy chatting with the other people at the ball, most likely famous people.
A few minutes later, you found yourself sitting at the table, head resting on one hand. The other hand was tapping on the shoulder, feeling bored already. The chair besides you then got pulled, and Michael sat in it.
"Bored already?" He asked, wiping his utensils. "Kind of, this is my first time attending these type of.... dinners?" You replied. He laughed and told you, "Well, it isn't hard to tell," while sweeping off any crumbs off his suit.
"I want to just eat, and head back already!" You sighed, your hands dramatically flying up. He looked at you, and asked, "Well... do you wanna get out?" with a smirk.
Your eyes lit up and asked him how so, then he did a "Get up!" gesture and told you to follow him. You both sneaked out to the outside of the venue and sneakily walked towards the toilets.
"Let's go in there!" He whispered while pointing towards the disabled toilet. "What?! What for?!" You asked, pulling his arm. "Just, trust me!" He said.
You guys shut the door, your heart racing. "Don't tell me you want to sneak out from here!" You whisper-shouted. "We can head to the hotel from here!" He said.
He snuck through from the window first, assuring you that it's safe. However, you were still scared. After some persuading, you finally managed to climb out. You both landed safely, rushing back to the room.
While running back, you heard an excited "No way!" from behind. You both slowly turned around, and was relieved to see that it was Elizabeth Taylor.
She quickly rushed to the both of you, asking, "My god, you guys are sneaking out too?! I didn't even know you guys were here!" she shrieked.
"Y-yeah! I guess you could.. say that," You muttered while looking back at him. "Look, this isn't what you think it is-" "Think what? I didn't even say anything." She blinked.
His face instantly got red when she said that and scrambled for an excuse. "I-I mean that we aren't sneaking out," He stuttered. She laughed and pat him on the back. "Alright, Mike, can I go to your room?" She asked, looking back at you.
"Uhhhhhh... sure! You know, let's.. let's go!" You replied, bringing her up to the room. Ding! The elevator sounded. "Please wait here! I need to sort out my stuff," You told Elizabeth, rushing in to keep Michael's clothes in the closet.
"Whats happened to her?" Elizabeth looked at Michael. "Uhm.. I don't know!" He told her. "Come in!" Your voice finally came from the room. She scanned the room, looking up and down and spotted the other bed. "Why are there two beds?"
"Oh! There weren't any rooms left, so they gave me one with two beds." You muttered. "Oh, alright then, darlings!" She cheered. "I need to leave soon, and my rooms downstairs, so I just want to check out your room!"
"Alright then!" You replied and looked at Michael, whos eyes were fixated on the painting on the wall. Minutes later, Elizabeth finally excused herself back to her room, which finally made you relieved. And as if it were planned, Michael's clothes burst out of the closet, as you just stuffed it in in a rush.
"If my clothes break, you're paying!" He laughed while picking up his shirts.