MJ Imagines *CURRENTLY NOT TAKING REQUESTS*

~Cuffed~

~November 1983~

Michael and I had been spending exceptionally large amounts of time together these past few weeks.

Back in August he had been busy with the Thriller video. He contacted John Landis about helping produce it and proceeded to spend hours upon hours, and weeks upon weeks planning out the whole video, casting, getting directors, and a good choreographer.

I spent hours with Michael on the phone and I could hear the stress in his voice grow as each day passed by. But he always told me that the more I talked to him the better he would feel. So I made sure to call him every day, whether he answered or not.

He finished shooting in October and when he got back home we spent all of our time together. We did everything imaginable to make up for lost time. We went to Disney, and we had secret rendezvous with Michael dressed in different fun disguises. As well as just spending time talking to each other outside or watching a movie together.

I drove down the streets of California, getting closer and closer to the Encino house. I let my hair blow in the wind as I recognized the familiar streets I had driven so many times before.

I soon pulled up into the large driveway of the Encino House and parked. I hopped out of the car and jogged up to the front door. I took a deep breath as I raised my fist up to the door and knocked.

I heard a bit of shuffling from inside and soon enough the door opened to reveal Jermaine. We smiled at each other in slight surprise as he moved over to let me in.

       "Y/N it's been awhile, how are you?" He asked me kindly as he shut the door. He walked over and embraced me in a warm hug. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed lightly.

       "I'm doing really good, you?" I asked him as I pulled away. He looked to me and smiled.

       "Great, the album is coming along well," He spoke excitedly. "Long nights in the studio though." He laughed. I patted his shoulder with a joking pout.

Jermaine had been in the studio a lot recently working hard on his upcoming album Jermaine Jackson Dynamite with Michael, Tito, and Randy.

       "Well, with hard work comes great reward," I smirked knowingly. He rolled his eyes at me, a playful smile lingering on his face.

       "Let's hope so," He breathed out. I squeezed his shoulder and gave him a hopeful smile.

       "It will," I assured him. The atmosphere felt abnormally quiet in the large house. I removed my hand and looked around. I soon turned back to Jermaine a bit confused as I realized what was missing.

       "Where's Mike?" I asked him. He looked to me with a smirk playing on his face and shook his head.

       "Girl, can't you two spend five minutes apart from each other?" he joked. I proceeded to roll my eyes at him and wave him off.

       "Not like you and Hazel were any better," I smiled as I spoke and waved a finger at him. 

After Hazel Gordy and him got married back in '73 they were completely inseparable. You didn't even want to walk into a room they were in before you were sure they weren't in the middle of something.

       "All the 'late nights working' at Motown," I spoke, making air quotes with my fingers. I saw a blush rise on his cheeks as he looked away from me and up towards the stairs.

       "Michael!" He called out, avoiding my statement. I laughed slightly. "Boy, get down here your girl is here!" I blushed slightly at his bashfulness and scratched the back of my neck, slightly embarrassed. Soon enough I heard padding footsteps racing down the staircase.