Your heart sunk to your stomach; you decided to bottle your emotions the best you could and try to hold back your tears, "Um, I guess you're here to get your things then?" You asked emotionless.

"Uh, yea...." he said; he wouldn't dare look at you.

"Alright, please don't take your time," you stated with a blank expression.

He actually looked at you this time, ah, those eyes. Control yourself Y/N.

"Don't worry, I will be quick Ms. L/N.. Peaches..." He mumbled the last under his breath but you still heard it.

"Okay, if you need anything just ask Mr. Jackson.... Milky Way..." You mocked him.

He stifled a laugh, pushing past to your room. You sat down on the couch with the cat. You were mainly trying to listen in on what he was doing; you could hear him packing things up, opening and closing of closet doors, and the shuffle of hurried feet.

You heard him start to make his way back down the stairs and down the hall, then silence. You were wondering what he might be doing. You heard the creaking of a door, then giggling, followed by heavy laughter.

Where is he and what is he doing??

You thought of rooms that might be down through there, and then you remembered. Shit!! You jumped off the couch and ran to your secret room, which was not much of a secret anymore. You ran in the room and stopped in your tracks; Michael was smiling like a kid in a candy store.

"Nice room, how long have you had this without me knowing??" he asked.

"I, uh......... Since about um..... 78........." You said covering your face with your hands.

His jaw dropped as he looked around one more time. The posters, records, dolls, old tickets to shows, even old bracelets and necklaces in their own glass cases. Yep, he found the infamous 'MJ Room'.

"So, I guess you won't need this anymore since we split up huh?" He asked holding up one of your prized possessions, the limited addition Jackson 5 record.

His father gave it to you right after they got the first copy. It is an actual platinum record and Michael was about to stick it in his bag.

"Whoa there!! No no no, don't think so sir," You said trying to grab it from him.

"Oh, so you do still want it? Why? I thought that you hate me?" He questioned.

"Ugh, just give me the dang thing!!" You lunged yourself at him.

"No," he moved out of the way, "If you really want it, come and get it, baby face," he ran out and into the living room.

Here we go.....

"" You screamed chasing him around the couch.

"Na nanna boo boo, you can't catch me!!" he yelled from the kitchen.

"This is so childish!" You yelled angrily, secretly enjoying every second.

Michael knew exactly what he was doing, deciding to try and push the boundaries of the moment, "Missed me, missed me now ya gotta kiss me," he said in a seductive way moving closer to you. He set the record down and walked over to you slowly. He was starting to make you worry, he had never acted like this before.

He pressed his body up against yours, pinning you to the counter, "Ooh baby," He moaned/whispered into your ear, heat rising up your neck.

He nibbled your ear slightly as you could feel his hot breath against your skin.