25th of December, 1988
Michael is 30, Angela is 24

Angela: The sound of rain tapping against the windows woke me up.

I opened my eyes to find it was still somewhat dark outside, only a few sun rays peeking through the gray clouds.

Michael had an arm around me as he slept, our legs tangled.

I remembered last night, and how he tried to ease that uncomfortable feeling in my stomach I've been having since we arrived at my parens' house.

He succeeded, his touch offering a necessary distraction.

Yesterday was an interesting day. We spent most of it with my family, ending with a rich Christmas Eve dinner, one only my mom could think up.

Michael watched all three of us, mom, Rosa, and myself, as we navigated around the kitchen. He even offered to help, but my mom wouldn't have it.

Of course, soon after dinner finished, I excused myself to the bathroom, just to throw it all up in the toilet bowl.

Later that night, when we settled into bed, he looked worried.

I just told him I wasn't feeling too well, suggesting it was just the stress from recent events.

He didn't seem convinced, of course, asking if there's anything he can do.

But I only kissed him, telling him how much I love him, hoping my body was enough to avoid answering him.

I didn't want him to worry about me; he had plenty of other things to worry about. I was supposed to be the least stressful thing in his life.

But now, the morning after, my hips and thighs were hurting.

Although the pleasurable kind of pain for sure, I was confused why I was in pain at all.

When we were in Tokyo we had so many late nights just like the last, with him pleasuring me senseless, and my body was completely fine.

Maybe I am just tired. Yeah, that must be it.

I turned my head too face his. I smiled at his calm expression, gently kissing his cheek before getting out of his hold.

Quickly, I picked up our clothes from the floor, throwing them in my laundry hamper.

I forgot all about the nausea that has been plaguing my body when I stepped into a hot, steamy shower.

Washing my pain away, I thought about why my body has been acting up. I couldn't quite place my finger on it.

As I rinsed away the shampoo from my hair, I heard the bathroom door opening.

"Angie?" Michael's soft voice was heard. "You good?"

I moved the shower curtain, exposing my head.

He stood there, in all his naked glory. A familiar feeling stirred up in my core, and I suddenly needed him.

I bit my lip, "Yeah. Come in?"

He agreed, finding his way inside my shower quickly.

The small space didn't allow us to move very much, our bodies pressed together once he was fully inside.

I giggled, "Hey, Mike. Good morning."

"Good morning, Angie..." he trailed off and closed the gap between us with a heated kiss.

Without wasting any time, those slender fingers of his made their way down to my thighs, teasing with gentle strokes.

"Mmm," I moaned. "Michael, please..."

"Please what, Angie?"

"Don't tease me..."

"What, like this?" he kissed me again, fingers running over my entrance.

I scoffed, clinging onto his neck. He went on, never breaking our kiss, still playing his stupid games.

But then his fingers slowly made their way inside, and my eyes rolled back.

They explored inside me, my breaths becoming heavier with each movement.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he whispered, earning a louder moan from me.

The running water around us muffled the wails of pleasure coming out of my throat, as I felt my high build up.

His other hand found my left breast, covering it completely, and he squeezed it tight.

I figured he thought I enjoyed it, like I usually did, but this time all I felt was tenderness.

Frustrated with my body, I gently guided his hand down to my ass, and he didn't even give it a second thought.

I focused back on his fingers, those moving inside me in a steady rhythm. My nails dug into the back of his neck, asking for more.

"F- faster!" I demanded. Michael obliged, his breaths heavy now, too.

That familiar sensation washed over me suddenly, making me cry out his name, and I held onto him for dear life as my thighs shook.

"Good, babe," he placed small kisses along my jaw, fingers still inside me as I calmed down. "Gosh, you're so hot..."

I looked into his eyes, my mouth still open while he brought me down from my high.

He smirked, and another soft whimper escaped from me when he pulled his fingers out.

"You're too much, Mike..." I sighed, watching as he cleaned his hand.

But Michael only shot me a playful look, and helped me wash off.

~

After our very sexy shower, where I had noticed his growing erection due to our previous shenanigans, I ended up with my knees on the cold bathroom floor in front of him, my head bopping up and down.

I loved watching his expression as he peaked, fingers that had just pleasured me now gripping my hair tightly.

When he came, his hips bucking towards my face, I almost choked on his size.

Again, this wasn't my first time taking him this way, not at all, but my gag reflex was almost stronger than me.

I powered through, not wanting to discourage him, and swallowed his hot liquid, despite how it burned down my throat.

We got dressed after the fact, he gave me one of his silky red pajamas to wear, so we would match.

I could feel his eyes on me, a slight smirk decorating his handsome face.

"You look so good in that," he complimented, coming close. "So, so, good..."

His arms wrapped around my waist, and his hands explored under the shirt. They unclasped my bra, making it fall swiftly on the ground.

"Michael," I breathed when he sucked on my neck. "We should be heading downstairs- Mm..."

But my moans were not pleasant at all; he found my tender breasts, his squeezing a little too rough for my aching body.

I sighed, once again feeling like if I said something, he would get hurt. I didn't want to make our last day together weird.

Just as one of his hands made their way down into the pants I wore, a knock on the door was heard.

"Ange, Michael!" Luciano's excited voice came through. "Are you awake?! Mamma says breakfast is ready!"

Michael huffed, clearly annoyed my brother ruined the moment, but let me go anyway. I hurried to put my bra back on.

"Come on." I intertwined our fingers, his feet slightly dragging as he followed behind.

~

Michael: The Brown family living room was full to the brim with ripped wrapping paper.

I watched Angela and her siblings as we all sat on the floor next to the tree, how excited they got every time they were handed another gift to open.

And everyone was wearing pajamas, which also helped the holiday spirit.

Angela was next to me, her smile the brightest in the room.

I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked in the red pajama set I had given her.

Or how the thought of her wearing my clothes turned me on.

It felt right to be here, with her.

Like this is where I belonged, with her and her family, celebrating this holiday together.

I've been so concerned I wouldn't know what to do, considering I have never celebrated Christmas before.

Still, they were more than understanding, and most importantly, they treated me like I was one of them. Like I wasn't Michael Jackson. Except for Luciano, but I blamed his young age.

I had been wrapped up in my own world for so long that it was refreshing to witness a normal family like hers, one that felt this real.

"Michael," Luciano called my name and held out a medium-sized present for me. "This one has your name on it."

I looked at Angela, her face telling me she had no idea what it was.

Excited, I ripped the paper, to reveal a hand-knit sweater, with my name stitched delicately on the left.

"It's from Jared and me," Maria said. "My sister in Italy made it, I had it shipped especially for you. Everyone in our family has one."

Before I managed to thank her, Angela sniffled next to me. "Oh, mamma..."

Maria smiled at Angela's reaction, her eyes sparkling with pride. "It's just a little something to keep you warm, Michael. I know how chilly traveling can get."

"Thank you, Maria." I smiled, my fingers going over the small stitches.

"You're very welcome, Michael."

Angela hugged my shoulders and brought her lips to my ear, "See? I told you, they love you."

She was right, I felt loved. Something I haven't felt in so long.

And with this gift, it proved to me that her parents saw me as more than just some guy she brought home.

She placed a long kiss on my cheek, whispering, "And I love you."

I turned my face ever so slightly, so I could place a peck on her lips. "Me too, Angela."

Her fingers caressed my shoulder, the soft touch sending shivers down my spine.

She leaned in even more, and we both got lost in each other for a moment, until Jared cleared his throat.

I blushed when Angela pulled away, realizing everyone witnessed our exchange.

~

I watched Angela as she stood on the back porch, watching the steady drizzle.

Her head leaned on a wooden pole and her arms were crossed tightly against her chest.

She hasn't been feeling well these last couple of days. Although she tried to deny it, I saw how sluggish she was.

Yesterday she was mostly quiet, staying on the couch whenever she could, even though it was a day full of activities. She claimed it was the flight and jetlag, but I wasn't too sure.

And now, after we finished cleaning up the living room, she excused herself.

Maria noticed it, and hurried to make her a cup of tea, then sent it with me outside.

"Angie?" I called softly.

She turned to me, "Hey, Mike. What's that?"

"Your mom sent tea."

I came closer, offering the hot mug for her to take.

But she only shook her head, mumbling a soft 'thank you'.

"Are you sure you're not coming down with something?" I brought my hand up to touch her forehead.

"I'm fine, just tired."

I sighed, deciding it's best to leave it at that. I didn't want to push her.

I put the mug down on a nearby table before wrapping my arms around her from behind.

I inhaled her hair, the scent of it lingering. A comfortable silence enveloped us as we stayed like that, her hands fondly drawing circles on my arms.

"My dad said it hasn't rained like this in years," she said. "Apparently, it's the biggest rainfall in over a decade."

A gust of wind blew suddenly. Angela inhaled sharply, her eyes closed shut tightly.

"Baby? What's wrong?"

But instead of answering, she removed my arms from her waist before making a run for the inside.

Almost instinctively, I followed her, only to find her in the downstairs bathroom.

She was on her knees, hunched over the toilet, her breakfast making its way up her throat. She looked so small, fragile in a way I wasn't used to seeing her.

I knelt down beside her, reaching out to rub her back in slow motions, hoping it would soothe her.

"Angie?" I whispered, keeping my voice low, trying not to sound as worried as I felt.

Her body trembled with each breath, and I hated that I couldn't make it stop.

She didn't look at me, just kept her eyes shut.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want you to see this." she murmured.

"Don't apologize," I told her quickly, my hand moving up to gently pull her hair away from her face. "I just want to make sure you're okay."

I felt her lean into my touch, and for a second, I thought maybe the worst of it passed.

I didn't know what was causing this; was it something she ate, the stress of the holidays, or something else?

And why is she so stubborn about me knowing?

She slumped against the cool tile wall, her face pale but calmer. I stayed close, still massaging her back.

I didn't want to leave her side, not until I knew for sure she was alright.

"Maybe you should go upstairs and rest," I suggested. "At least until dinner. "

Angela shook her head, although she looked too tired to argue.

"No, no, I'm fine. It's probably just the holiday stress and the jetlag." she lied, giving me a weak smile.

Again, I didn't believe her, but didn't want to upset her, either.

"Okay. But if you need it, just say the word."

"I will, I promise."

We sat there quietly for a moment, the rain still pouring outside.

I kept watching her, still so worried about how pale she looked, how exhausted.

We were supposed to be enjoying our time with her family, and instead, we were sitting on a cold bathroom floor.

Angela shifted beside me suddenly, a familiar spark in her eyes.

Reaching into the pocket of her pajamas, she pulled out a gift box.

It then reminded me of the thing I intended to give her, but I wanted a quieter moment to do it.

"I have something for you." she said softly and placed the box in my hand.

"For me?" I looked at her, confused.

She nodded, "Open it."

I did. A small pin was inside. It looked custom made, with our initials, 'M&A', set against the backdrop of Cinderella's castle.

"It's a pin from Disneyland," she explained, biting her lip. "I had it custom made, I thought it would be a nice reminder of our night there. It's really cheesy, I know, but I wanted you to have a piece of me wherever you are."

I ran my thumb over the dainty details, a warm feeling washing over me. She's so... Her. How did I ever get this lucky?

"Oh, Angie, it's beautiful. I love it."

"Yeah?"

"It's perfect," I reassured, pinning it to my pajama shirt. "I'll put it on every day."

"Well, not every day. Not when you're with me, at least." her smile turned into a playful one.

I leaned down to place a firm kiss on her forehead, hoping to show how thankful I was.

~

Angela: Michael's fingers ran through my hair as we lay in bed.

He insisted I'd rest. I tried to argue, but he wouldn't listen. I asked him to stay with me, needing to feel his warmth.

The pin I gave him was still on his shirt, making me smile.

It had been a last minute decision, something I ordered right before we flew to LA.

I knew the distance was going to be hard, with him working and me going back to school, so I wanted him to have something to remind him of us.

But now, laying here, with my stomach still uneasy and my body betraying me in ways I couldn't understand, I realized the pin was more for me too.

I needed reassurance. I needed to hold on to the fact that no matter how I felt right now, or how far apart we would be in the coming weeks, this thing between us was real.

"Oh, I almost forgot." he said quietly, turning to the nightstand closest to him.

I frowned a bit, suddenly feeling cold.

Something jingled. I raised my eyebrows, not sure what he was up to.

When he turned back to face me, he simply gave me a set of keys. They shone slightly in the dim light of the room.

I glanced up at him, our eyes locking while I looked for an answer in his. "Michael, what-"

"They're for the main house at Neverland," he explained. "I wanted you to know that you're always welcome, even when I'm not there. Whenever you want, you don't need to ask. Just show up at the gates, or call Frank, and he'll send a car. I put your name down everywhere, the staff knows who you are."

My eyes watered as any doubt of what I meant to him, or what was coming next for our relationship, disappeared.

And yet, that nagging voice inside my head still decided to take over.

"Michael... I- This is... Are you sure?" I asked.

He cupped my cheeks, "I've never been so sure of anything in my life, Angie."

I let some tears go and leaned in to kiss him deeply. He held my face, not letting me get away when I tried to pull back.

"I love you so much, Michael..." I gasped into his mouth, feeling as if my chest would explode with emotion.

"Me too, baby..."

In that moment, I knew he was about to become such a big part of my life.

But I had no idea just how big, or how soon that would be.