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Michael was the first to wake up that morning. He blinked against the sunlight, his eyes adjusting slowly. When He was finally able to see properly his eyes fell on the sleeping woman next to him.
Myra lay beside him, naked underneath the hotel covers. Memories of the previous night filled his mind as he remebered their bodies colliding in alcohol induced passion.
He didn't move for she was still asleep. He wasn't sure if whether she was a heavy or light sleeper. So he laid there beside her, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath she took.
It wasn't until somewhere around nine that she had waken up. At first she attempted to fall back asleep but the light outside was making that bear impossible.
"Good morning," Myra said sleepily, rest her head on her hand to look at him.
"Good morning," Michael replied with a smile.
Before they could say anything else the phone began to ring. Myra reached for the phone beside her, answering with a brief greeting.
"Hey, Myra, I heard you were at the Grammys," John's voice was on the other end.
"Uh, yeah, I was," Myra answered.
"Have you seen Michael, because they said he went with you and people dont know where he is," John asked.
"Yeah, he's right here. You wanna talk to him?" Myra confirmed and John answered with a yes.
Michael took the phone while Myra gathered her clothes. She hung the dress up on the hanger where it belonged. She then ducked in the bathroom to change leaving Michael to talk to John on the phone.
She put on a bra which she covered with an ivy green tanktop that fell close to her knees. She put on a pair of jeans that were close to the color of her shirt. She grabbed her necklace off the bathroom sink that had the first letter of her name on it.
She then exited the bathroom to notice that Michael had hung up the phone and was halfway through getting ready. Michael looked up at her as he grabbed the shirt he wore underneath the original outfit from the floor.
She grabbed a pair of socks and put them on her feet. She wore a pair of brown boots with her outfit. They each didn't say a word as the got dressed, unsure of how to react since what had happened the previous night.
Myra began to apply her makeup quickly. She was finishing applying some eyeshadow when Michael announced that he had to leave.
"You know, You were really good last night. Some girl out there will be really lucky in the future," Myra added before he was able to get out the door.
"Thanks. So were you," admitted Michael.
"Last night probably shouldn't have happened, and you probably don't want to see me again, but good luck. I'll be sure to buy whatever genius album you put out next," she said.
"Bye," Michael finished as he left the door, unsure of what else to say.
As he left the hotel his mind was racing. All of his thoughts were on Myra for reasons he didn't know why. She was a friend that he accidently slept with.
Back in the hotel room, Myra focused mainly on getting ready. She had told Chris that she would meet him while she was still in Los Angeles and he had been over the moon.
She curled her hair, letting it lay loose down her back. She put on dark red lipstick because bright red never really suited her. She did final touchups to her makeup and grabbed a jacket before she decided she looked good enough to leave.
They agreed to meet at a cafe close to where Myra was staying. It was within a walking distance for her but he had to drive. So Myra decided to take her time and stop inside a store that was close to the cafe as she waited.
It was mainly a grocery store as it was evident by the rows of food the first thing you saw. She could have sworn she seen a sign for a pharmacy in the back, and a few aisles of toys close to the back.
Myra saw the magazine's which wee already covered with news of the Grammys the night before. Out of curiosity, Myra grabbed one and flipped through it. When she finished she put it back, but she also noticed something else that caught her attention.
It was a tabloid that had her and Michael on the front page. The text on the side was in bold and is said, 'Is This Billie Jean?' It reffered to the song Billie Jean on his album.
She hastily grabbed it and found a page dedicated to them and was full of their pictures. Them laughing together, them holding hands all of it. She read over the text next to it about them wondering her identity. In some of the pictures he had managed to hide her face.
She quickly crammed the tabloid back where it came from and left. She went to the cafe to wait, hoping there would be no more of the tabloids she would have to see.
A car pulled up in front of her, it was silver with a few bumps and scratches. The window rolled down to reveal Chris sitting in the drivers seat. His dog was in the back, head sticking out the window.
"Come one," he nodded for her to get in and that was exactly what she did.
