MJ Imagines *CURRENTLY NOT TAKING REQUESTS*

~March 2, 1988~

3:10 am.

Michael's still not back.

I sat on the couch wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket, and contemplating consuming gallons of coffee. But sadly we were out of coffee packets.

Let's just say I'm not a staying up late type of girl.

I sat thinking of how our marriage started. Him doing the courting and us going on secret rendezvous together. Me taking him out to grocery stores and amusement parks in disguises. The love was blooming in our relationship from the start.

Soon enough he proposed and everything felt like a dream. I was floating on air and never felt like I would come down.

Four years later and I feel like I've been pulled down. Through every step of the Michael's songwriting late at night and his long sessions at the studio, I was there. We were completely like one force.

But when tour came around last year everything changed. At first I stayed back and worked as he went off and toured to a few countries. The distance was hard but we pushed through. We talked on the phone every night and sometimes he would sing to me to help me sleep.

But I can't lie, as the months went on things got harder. And Michael knew that. He felt that just as much as I did.

So he invited me to go with him. I thought all of our problems would be fixed once we were together but I soon only felt more and more like an 'asset' of sorts. And one that couldn't compete with the gorgeous women on his crew.

Sheryl Crow was gorgeous and I couldn't help but feel more and more self conscious about myself.

But it was Tatiana who I really had an issue with.

I would always find her flirting with Michael and her movements during 'The Way You Make Me Feel' got more and more sexually frustrated each performance I saw of them. Michael always told interviewers that the whole thing was only for show. So I never asked.

But with long nights of being alone and waking up to find only a messy bed sheet to know that he got back to the hotel room the night before. I began to question the 'only for show' part of his answer.

       "What are you still doing awake," Michael's groggily tired voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked over to the door to see Michael entering. He yawned and took off his black jacket revealing the thin white t-shirt underneath. His black slacks hung loosely around his waist.

       "I was waiting for you," I spoke passively as I looked out the window. "But it seems you had pretty late plans."

I heard a pause from Michaels shuffling as he took off his shoes, soon the silence was followed by a sigh.

       "You know I work late Y/N," He spoke gruffly. "Things weren't going right tonight and we had to fix a lot of things, which you would know about if you were there."

I looked over to him with my eyebrows furrowed.

       "You know I've been feeling sick all day," I spoke and he rolled his eyes. "I would never have missed your rehearsal otherwise," I said defensively as I crossed my arms over my chest.

He shook his head and walked over to get a water bottle from the fridge. Silence yet again filled the large hotel room and nervousness filled me. How did it get like this?

       "So...how did rehearsal go tonight?" I finally questioned softly. I heard him close the fridge door and open his water.

       "Like I said, a lot of problems," He spoke and breathed out a shaky breath. "The mic kept cutting out, the background vocals were a bit flat, and then Tati and I almost fell off the stage when her heel got caught on my shoe." My ears perked up when I heard Tatiana's name.