Neighbors (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

Neighbors..1..

"Ahhhhh!" The woman he's either murdering, but most likely fucking, screams, waking me up, as his bed's headboard hits the wall. His bed bumps my bedroom wall again and my eyes pop open. "Uuggghhh!! Don't stop! Don't!" Damn it! My stupid neighbor's fucking at it again. Pun intended. God, can't he just keep his dick to himself for just one night? This is getting annoying. "Shit, baby! Yes! Fuck me!! Yeeesss! Fuck me!!" Tilting my head back into my pillow, I look at the wall behind my bed's headboard as another thump comes from his headboard hitting the wall. "Fuuuucckk, baby!" There's an entire wall between mine and his bedroom. He lives in a completely different apartment, for Christ's sake, yet I can still hear him...and every night. "Awwww, shiiitt!" This is getting old. Blowing air from my mouth, I look over at the clock on my nightstand. 3:17 am? Really? "Smack my ass, baby! Yes! Make me come!!" Ugh! Just release the semen and let her go already! I smack my forehead as the woman moans louder. "Ahhhh!! Yeeessss!! Yes!! Just like that, Michael!! Just like that!"

 The headboard on his bed hits the wall again and I know they're switching positions.

 (Place disgusted retch here.)

 The woman starts moaning and groaning again and his bed's headboard is continuously hitting the wall.

 The wall our respective beds obviously share.

 I'm sure he knows this too.

 "This has to stop." I sigh, loudly, as his bed squeaks and the woman asks him to pull her hair. "Ugh."

 "Ahhhh!! Michael!!" The woman's voice comes out low and raspy as the bed starts squeaking louder and at a steady rhythm. "I'm gonna come! Baby, I'm coming!"

 "Thanks for the newsflash, honey." I roll my eyes as his bed stops squeaking but a hand slaps the wall. The wall banging and slapping continues as I grit. "This has to fucking end!"

 My new neighbor, whom the harem of in and outs have sensually called Michael, has only been living in this apartment building three weeks.

 I've never met him in person, but I hate him like he's stolen my rent money.

 While I've never seen nor met this harem having Michael, I've heard every single one of his sexcapades.

 Don't give me that look. I wasn't trying to hear them.

 It just so happens we, Michael and I, live next door to each other and his bedroom wall is on the opposite side of mine.

 We literally sleep next to each other, but only one of us are enjoying ourselves.

 I suck my teeth, staring at my ceiling fan, as the woman's annoying moans continue carrying through the wall into my bedroom.

 "Shit!! Ahhh!" She practically squeals, slapping the wall, and I try smothering myself with two pillows.

 If only it were that easy to end my misery though.

 Because even if I ended myself, I would still be haunted by the things I've heard coming from behind my wall.

 No details.

 Just know that my life will never be the same.

 Ever again.

 And it's been like this, nonstop annoying women moaning and him fucking their brains out, every night since the second week after he moved into this building.

 I'm quite sure it would have been nonstop fuck sounds from the beginning, but for some reason Michael wasn't here the first week after he moved in.

 And thank fuck for that, because I was actually able to sleep then.