let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

the pepsi accident

January 27th, 1984

Michael

I unscrew the lid of my water bottle that, shockingly enough, does not have water in it. But instead orange juice.

I know I should drink water more considering you need it to survive but it's so bland. There's no flavour to it and simply, orange juice is better.

"Michael, you drink orange juice like your life depends on it." Ariana jokes, snacking on some veggies.

"What if it does? What if the second I stop drinking orange juice, I drop dead?"

She rolls her eyes playfully while drinking Pepsi. Almost seconds after the soft drink leaves the can, she scrunches up her face in disgust.

"I haven't had Pepsi in a long time and that just reminded me why I stopped drinking it." She says while washing it down with water.

"When they said they only had Pepsi at this shoot, they really meant it, huh?"

She nods as she pours the rest of the drink in the sink.

Suddenly, a man dressed in a black shirt with a headset on opens the door.

"10 minutes until the first take, Mr. Jackson."

"I'll be right out." I tell him while placing my water bottle on the table.

He shuts the door and I sit on the chair, leaning back.

"So, how's this whole thing going to work?" Ariana asks while sitting on my lap.

"Well, I'll first be dancing down the stairs, then the fireworks should go off behind me and I meet my brothers down on the stage in front of the crowd."

I can tell she looks a little worried but by what?

"Michael, are you sure this is safe? Like they've done this before?"

"Yes. We rehearsed for it last Friday and it went smoothly, you know that."

She gets more comfortable on me and continues.

"I know. I know. I'm just nervous. Anything could go wrong. It would crush me to see anything happen to you."

I lift her chin and look into her soft brown eyes.

"Everything will be alright, okay?"

She nods and pecks my lips.

Though that peck did not leave me satisfied. I pull her head closer to mine and our lips meet. Every time we kiss it gets better and better.

They move within motion and I can feel her tiny arms slip themselves around my neck.

I chew lightly on her bottom lip which causes her to let out a quiet moan.

The kiss gets more heated and she straddles my waist, wrapping her legs around my torso, I run my hands through her soft, brown locks.

I disconnect the kiss and start pressing my lips to her neck.

"Michael..." She breathes out.

"Yes, my love?" I continue giving her little kisses across her neck.

"You have to shoot y-your...commercial." She barely gets the last part out which makes myself smirk.

"That can wait."

I can feel myself getting hard but I need to remind myself to not do anything drastic. I am waiting for marriage after all, and Ariana is the woman I do plan on marrying.