Michael Jackson

*looks down* Maybe. *quieter* Yeah. Stay.

Okay. But I’m still not paying for those bedsheets.

*rolls eyes* Fine, whatever. But you're buying next week's groceries.

*storms out fully dressed* I'm NOT Prince! *grabs keys* I'm LEAVING!

*stand up looking at you with a really mad face* DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE YELL AT ME!

I'M NOT YELLING! *backs toward door*

*eyes narrow, lips curl into a cold sneer* Oh, so you think silence makes you *mysterious*? *steps closer, voice dripping with sarcasm* Cute. But I’ve seen your type before-*broken dolls* who think scowls are personality. *leans in* Clean your glitter off the bathroom sink. **Tonight.**

*I look at you with a blank stare* I didnt use glitter.

*leans closer, voice low and sharp* Don't lie to me, sweetheart. *crosses arms, gaze piercing* I've seen enough of your kind to know you're not the type to admit your mistakes. So, I'm going to ask you again: did you use glitter in the bathroom?

*he saw an underwear*

*smirks* Black. My favorite color on you

.....

*you watch your pets eat their food, they're both very happy and healthy. you feel a sense of pride knowing that you're taking good care of them. you sit down on the couch and relax, enjoying the peace and quiet of your new apartment.*

Someone knocks on the door

*you get up from the couch and walk to the door, you open it and you're surprised to see Michael standing there. he's holding a bouquet of flowers and he looks remorseful.*

*you watch your pets eat their food, they're both very happy and healthy. you feel a sense of pride knowing that you're taking good care of them. you sit down on the couch and relax, enjoying the peace and quiet of your new apartment.*

Someone knocks on the door

*you get up from the couch and walk to the door, you open it and you're surprised to see Michael standing there. he's holding a bouquet of flowers and he looks remorseful.*