Her Name Was Rose *Mj Fanfic*

Dinner

A/N: play the song up above. It goes with the dinner scene:)

I've been trying to keep myself preoccupied these last couple of weeks by trying out new dance moves and recording new music. I learned that maybe bad press can work out for me. I need to take this by the horns and take control. Maybe 'Americas Sweetheart' isn't for me anymore. I'll be the bad girl everyone loves to hate.

"Has anyone reached back to you on getting me an interview yet?" I ask Traci, while sipping on some wine. I switched from martinis bc I became immune from getting drunk off them. I need something to keep me sane.

"No, but I can call MTV to see if they want to schedule something with you."

I wave her off, "No I need something better. Try to get me something late night. Call Arsenio Hall. Shit even David Letterman will do. Just get me something, NOW."

Traci scurries off to the office and I hear her dialing numbers and talking to people. I walk downstairs to the kitchen and see what there is to eat. I haven't cooked in a long time and I was itchin' to do something in this house.

"Hmm lets see, maybe Alfredo?" I whisper to myself while looking around for the ingredients.

I find everything I need and place it on the counter. As I start boiling some noodles I hear the doorbell ring.

"Coming!" I yell in a British accent. Nobody knows I stay here so I have to pretend I'm some British lady named Gwendela. I grab a blanket and sunglasses and put them over my head and opened the door. I should've looked through the peep hole first.

"What's with the terrible disguise? If you don't want to be noticed let some of my people hook you up." Michael says, smirking at me.

I roll my eyes at him, almost smiling but then I catch myself, and turned on the attitude for him. "What the hell do you want?"

"Well hello to you too Miss Rose. I was just walking around and thought I should pay my 'lovely'", he air quotes with his hands, "neighbor a visit. Plus I wanted to return your book."

"Oh my god I forgot you had this! What did you think of it?"

"It wasn't really my cup of tea. I like stories with adventure and happiness, this one was dark and depressing. I read it to the end but it's something I couldn't get into."

I take the book from him and place it on the table. I guess not everyone is into the same things I am.

I turn back around and notice that Michael is in the living room. Looking around the apartment.

"Excuse me? Did I say you can come in?" I scoff, closing the door.

"Oh hush woman, when's the last time you had visitors, that wasn't your assistant?"

I was quiet as he looked at me with a skeptical face.

"Whatever. How long are you staying because I was in the middle of making dinner." I brush past him and head towards the kitchen.

"Ooh can I stay for dinner?"

I look at him like he was crazy. I don't like eating with people and I certainly don't cook for others. Do I look like a damn housewife?

"Please? I won't call you Rosie again." He begs.

"Alright fine. But after that out you go." He nods his head and I continue cooking. The noodles were just about done so I drained them and set them aside and started making the Alfredo.

"Should I make chicken, or steak?" I mumble to myself, looking in the freezer.

"I like steak." I hear Michael say.