Well ... I've got my prom tomorrow, and I'm so excited! So, it kinda inspired this imagine. Hope you enjoy it!

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{Bad era – 1988}

You're fiddling with your hair in the mirror, checking your watch every minute or so. You're simply so excited for the prom tonight! Your date is coming to pick you up shortly, so you're desperate to look perfect for him. Your agreed colour scheme is red and black, because they're both of your favourite colours, so you're wearing a gorgeous red dress with black lace coiled around the waist and upper-section.

"Come on, Michael!" you murmur to yourself, unable to take the excitement. You just want him to come!

Then, the doorbell rings. You hear your mother assure you that she'll answer because you're busy getting ready, so you hear the door open, and your mother and your date converse briefly.

"She's just getting ready, Michael. You're going to love it! And gosh, you're looking handsome yourself!"

"Thank you," you hear Michael say graciously. "I'm sure tonight will be wonderful."

As you finish up, you take one final glance in the mirror. You know Michael'll love it, but there's still that niggling thought in the back of your mind: "What if it's not good enough?".

Pushing those thoughts aside, you take a deep breath, reassuring yourself that it'll be perfect one final time, before forcing yourself away from the mirror, and heading down the stairs.

"Is that my baby girl I hear?" Michael questions rhetorically from downstairs. "Come in here, sweetheart."

Taking another deep breath, you rest your hand on the door handle, before slowly opening the door. As your eyes meet Michael's, you can't help but widen your eyes at how gorgeous he looks – with his wonderful black tuxedo, his red shirt – which matches your dress – and black tie, he's a show-stopper!

But the craziest thing?

He's the one looking at you in awe ...

"My God ... " he gasps, standing up from the sofa. "Y-You look ... you look beautiful, baby ... " He walks towards you, taking your hands in his, before lifting one hand so he can kiss the back of it. "I'm assuming my Belle of the Ball is ready for her special night?"

A soft smile makes its way onto your face as you lean in to capture his lips with your own. "So, so ready, Michael."

"Then let's go," he smiles, twirling you around and smoothly placing an arm around you.

*  *  *

The night has been fantastic for you and Michael so far; there's been dancing, and singing, and an exquisite meal for all the guests. Added to that, there have also been a few kisses shared between yourself and Michael in the past couple hours.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, we announce the Prom King and Queen!" the school principle calls out, earning the attention of all the people there.

"I bet you win Prom Queen," Michael whispers into your ear, tucking an arm behind your back protectively.

"I doubt it," you chuckle, dismissing the idea.

"Prom King is ... " The principle unravels a piece of paper, before calling out the name. "Michael Jackson!"

You look at Michael to see that he's rather surprised at this, but you cheer louder than anyone else in the room as he walks over to the principle to collect his sash and crown. Once all the applause has quietened down, you look over to see that all the popular girls in your grade are smiling and giggling, whilst pointing at Michael.

He's sure a heartthrob, and there's no denying that.

"Next we have Prom Queen!" the principle continues, unrolling the other piece of paper. "And the Prom Queen is ... "

"It's gotta be you," Michael whispers to you once again. "I'll be shocked if it isn't!"

"Deliah Day!" the principle concludes.

Oh well; it isn't you. You simply shrug it off as if it's nothing, instead turning to Michael.

"I'm glad you got Prom King, babe. You deserve it." Along with your words, you kiss him in congratulations.

"But you should have been Prom Queen," he argues sadly, as if more upset about it than you.

You snicker softly. "I don't mind, Michael. It's no big deal."

He smiles down at you, leaning his forehead against yours as the music resumes. This time, it's a slow song, and out of the corner of your eye, you see all the single kids making a dash for the edge of the dance floor.

You, however, stay put, with Michael. Aside from you, there's only a few other couples on the dance floor, and that makes you feel so special; out of all the girls Michael could have chosen ... he chose you to be his.

"You know ... I love you," he tells you, his voice seductive yet sweet. It holds a genuine quality within it.

"I love you, too," you answer, pressing your nose against his playfully.

He simply chuckles, but then you feel the stares of every single popular girl in the room. You feel tempted to pull away, and at one point, you attempt to, but Michael keeps you in place.

"Let them look. Who cares? I adore showing them who I really love," he explains.

Feeling a little more comfortable now, you slowly wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. His grip on your waist tightens, initially causing you to flinch, but then you get used to it, and allow him to continue.

"You know ... " he begins, instantly grabbing your attention. "You didn't need the title of Prom Queen to prove how much of a Queen you are to me."

Feeling your cheeks warm up, you shake your head. "Oh, Michael ... "

His eyes meet yours, only millimetres away from your own. "What?" he demands playfully.

Again feeling the stares of the popular kids, you inhale deeply, wanting to avoid future awkwardness with them by just pulling away from Michael this instant.

Instead of that, however, Michael closes the gap between you both by pressing his lips against yours in a kiss. He instantly deepens it by shyly allowing it to become a French kiss, and lets his lips work with yours perfectly.

You can still feel the stares of the popular kids, but this time you don't care.

You're with your Prom King.

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That was so fun to write! Makes me wish Michael was my prom date now! xD
Hope you enjoyed this imagine! :)