You Ain't Bad || Michael Jackson

Chapter 86: What The Hell Did I Just Say?!

"Michael, did you know she was gonna turn up here?" I ask angrily.

Michael shakes his head and raises his hands up, as if surrendering.

"No! Of course not. I didn't even realise she knew where I lived.. look, I better go see what she wants," he replies, before pecking my lips once. "Just remember, she's my ex. I don't like her that way any more. I'm married to you, remember?"

"Yeah," I reply dejectedly, and Michael squeezes my right cheek and smiles sympathetically before leaving the room.

Why do I have a bad feeling about this Brooke Shields chick?

*Michael's POV*

Why is Brooke here? I really am not sure how she managed to find me. I'll have to ask her that.

I come to the front door, where Dexter has run back to let Brooke know I'm coming. I see her look over at me, a little worry in her eyes.

"I'll take it from here, Dex," I tell him, and he nods before running from the hallway.

I look at Brooke. I hate the fact that she's here. She's my ex! Mind you, she is dressed rather nicely. Her hair is curled, like normal, and she's wearing a short beige dress, which hugs her figure just right. When I saw her in the shop, she didn't look great with the uniform.

"Come in, then," I say, and she steps inside the door way. I close the door fully behind her.

"Michael, I--"

"Why are you here?" I ask. She looks down, and sighs.

"There're a couple things I wanna tell you, Michael," she explains.

"And how did you know where I live?"

"I'll get to that, just let me tell you everything I need to tell you, first."

"Well, get to it. My wife is waiting for me in the next room."

"Yes, I, er.. I realised. Um, firstly.. we found the credit card owner, y'know, for the card that your daughter stole.."

"Good, good. Next?"

"Nextly, uh, how did I know where you live? Simple answer. I became friends with someone you may know, uh, his name is Kieran Measures--"

"Where the hell'd you meet him?" I ask.

"Oh, it's a long story. Anyway, conversation was made, and we found out we both knew you. Then, he told me you had moved house, and I asked him for the address. I've been driving here for the past few hours, tryna find you."

"Why?" I ask.

"Hmm," Brooke sighs. "Ever since we saw each other at my workplace, I couldn't stop thinking about everything you said to me. Y'know, how we've both evolved and moved on from one another since then. Any further questions?"

"Yes. And your point is?"

"That day you proposed to me, when we were younger.. and I said no to you.. that day spirals around in my head every day. I can't stop thinking of it."

"I'm gonna change the subject right there," I hold my hand up. "That day we saw each other in the clothes shop.. how did you recognise me, despite my Vitiligo changing my appearance?"

"I can never forget those eyes," Brooke smiles. "That, and I've seen pictures of you evolving, y'know? Kieran has a few selfies of you guys."

I laugh a little, me and Kieran used to love selfies. I guess she has a point with that.

"Ok then," I compose myself again. "So, you still haven't told me the real reason you're here."

"I told you," she replies. "I had a few things to say to you."