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Meeting Michael Jackson and dating him was not something you had on your bingo card. From what started as a simple encounter turned into sweet romance, Michael Jackson the young rising star, the man who is making millions on his now sixth and current solo album Thriller.
The man who was once a boy in a band and now one of the country's most popular solo artists was your boyfriend. Just from being with this man, you saw a side to him that no cameras could record or fans could ever fully see, and that was the real Michael.
From the feelings that he himself expressed to the words he said out of his mouth, you saw it all, as Michael would go to you every time to speak his mind off knowing that he could trust you.
It was April 1984 nighttime, you were in the living room, sitting down on the sofa watching the television. The clicks of the remote’s button repeated as you scrolled through the television looking through all the channels. “When is Michael ever coming home?” You said in your head.
Just as you said that, you heard as the front door opened followed with the sound of small laughter. “Tell her I said hello” a deep voice rang out, “Ok I will Bill, goodnight” said another. It was Michael and he had just finished speaking to Bill for the entire night.
You heard his footsteps as he walked towards the living room, “There she is, my woman” said the man excitedly as he spotted you. “Oh Michael you're finally home” you responded back as he walked over to you and sat down on the couch. “So how was your day today?” You asked, “It was chaotic today but at least it was good, and also Bill says hi” he told you.
“That’s good Michael, I'm glad that despite what happened today things were manageable, and also tell Bill when you see him again thanks” you said to him. A moment of silence grew, as the only thing that produced sound was the television, you both turned your heads to watch the tv, its faint light hitting your faces.
A few minutes passed as you both watched the television, you felt as though Michael's eyes were on you watching you closely. You turned to face him, and now he had a smug smile on his face, his eyes now filled with mischief. “Now Michael, what are you doing?” you said jokingly, “I’m not doing nothing, is it a crime to look at my girl, cause if it is, it looks like I’m breaking the law” he responded back.
A giggle came out of you as you turned your body around, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you now fully faced him. “Hmm, I like your face,” said the man, “Really, my face?” You responded. “Yes your face silly, it’s beautiful, every feature on it I love” he chuckled, “Well then I like your vitiligo spots” you said cheekily.
You saw as the man’s facial expression went from smug to shy, as he turned red, blush scattering across his face. You dropped your arms off his shoulders as he extended his arm out to you, letting you hold it, his long sleeve shirt covering it.
You gently rolled up the sleeve as you saw different spots of melanin on his arm, some tiny and some bigger than others, all with different patterns. They were all obviously beautiful.
You felt your finger touch the surface of his skin, as you placed your finger over the spots, tracing the patches of skin gently and smoothly. “So beautiful” you said, eyes filled with awe.
You stopped touching his arm as you let go of it, now placing your hands on his face gently caressing him. Tears dropped from the corner of his eye as you faced him, “You are so beautiful Michael, loving you is one of the best things I’m glad to do” you said while wiping his tears.
“I love you too, and I’m so happy you're in my life, and knowing that I’m with a lady who accepts me and loves me for who I am is just perfect.” He responds back, you both giggled at the same time as you felt one of his hands on your chin.
You closed your eyes as you felt his face moving closer to yours, his lips gently touching yours as you both kissed. You felt your heart flutter as you intertwined your lips with him, the passing seconds feeling so slow.
You opened your eyes as you felt the kiss stop, with Michael’s hand still on your chin. “Feel better?" You asked him, “Yea I do now” he responded back. “Cmon let’s go upstairs to bed, up there I can give you more kisses anywhere you like” he said, the smugness now reappearing. “Well I like that” you said, biting your lips.
You both got up off the couch as both walked out of the living room, now reaching to the stairs. You looked at Michael as a smile appeared on your face, “I’ll race you upstairs” you said as you immediately ran up the stairs, “Hey no fair, you're cheating!” You heard the man shout from behind you, “You're on” he said as he jumped up the stairs following right behind you.