His Bar

one.

Jess

12:50 A.M.

Fuckin' seriously? I thought to myself as I locked my phone. Left alone in the middle of the night, once again.

Some great friends I have.

I looked around the streets and didn't recognize any stores or apartments. I sighed and sat down on a bench next to a sleeping man. He had a cardboard box in front of him that had at least ten pennies, two used condoms, a dirty sock, and a Motorola. Leaning down, I pulled my long, brown hair up into a bun. I sat back up and looked over at his grimy face. There seemed to be a permanent scowl plastered on. I immediately noticed his chest was not rising and falling, as I was my sister's go-to 'ill patient'. Alex was in her last year of med school, and I could not have been prouder of her. She went through breakups, deaths, and even a miscarriage, yet she still continued to go to college. I wished I was that strong.

I took the liberty of placing my pointer and middle finger on his wrist. No pulse. Shit. I tapped the side of his face gently. No response. I shook his head, whimpering to myself. The only dead body I'd seen was my mother's, at the funeral. Alex found Mom in the bathroom after her first year of med school. She was so calm as she walked into the living room and asked me to call 911. I will never forget Alex's face, though. Her eyes were glossy and looked as though they were staring into nothing. I never once saw her crying.

I was tearing up when the man shot up and screamed in my face.

"Why the hell are you touching me?!"

"I-I thought you were dead," I mumbled. My stomach fell to my feet and my brain couldn't comprehend.

"Get the hell off my bed!" He shouted, leaving spit on my face.

I jumped off the bench and began walking away. Mother of God. I need to get drunk, now. A street away, I saw large neon lights. I pulled my hood up over my messy bun and crossed the street.

The name of the bar was glowing in greens and blues. Sunset. I rolled my eyes and opened the door. I expected clinking and shouting to pour out of the bar, but it was surprisingly quiet. I scanned the room to see an enormous bar. They had everything, from Jack Daniel's to Mike's Hard Lemonade. There were plastic cups, and nice glasses. Five or six bar stools accompanied the dark brown wood. I noticed cupcakes, donuts, and even a cheesecake scattered on the counter. Someone with precise handwriting wrote menu items, drink lists, and prices on a chalkboard hanging on the wall. I walked up to the man at the bar. He had bright red hair, and a piercing on his right eyebrow. He was extremely attractive. I ignored my thoughts, hopped onto a stool, and continued to scan the menu.

"Hi, I'm Jess," I introduced myself. He seemed friendly.

"Michael."

FIRST CHAPTER WOO

um i've never written an actual fic before without giving up on it after like two days so let's see how this goes

i'm Jaelyn and i'm a total michael girl so yeah writing this def has me in my feels!

tysm for reading, i'll probably update tomorrow or the next day. <3 ily!!