Partners In Crime {Michael Jackson & Ariana Grande}

[29]♡new past♡[29]

                   

Misty

A year and a half later.

Misty,

It's been a while, and I'm glad to receive news of you completing your task.

From New York you still manage to please me, well done.

Enjoy the money provided in the envelope. You will be hearing from me again soon.

-       Estello.

I folded the letter and placed it on my desk, before heading towards the kitchen and making a black coffee.

With my blanket around my arms, I slipped the glass balcony door open and squeezed through the gap, the green mug between my palms limiting me from fully opening the door.

I sat on the bench that was placed on the patio, and sipped my coffee.

Sleeping was something I didn't attempt anymore, so I spent my nights awake, either studying literature or planning something for this gang.

Coffee was just a bonus, really.

I was living in the heart of New York, in an apartment that beat the first, but was smaller than the second that Estello had provided me. It had two bedrooms, a living room which connected to the balcony and the kitchen. As I didn't need one of the bedrooms, and couldn't risk having a roommate, I turned one of them into a study.

Reading about romance was just as good as experiencing it.

Who am I kidding?

I tried and tried again to be in another relationship after Michael, but they just didn't give me what he did. They didn't make my heart flutter each time we kissed. They didn't

make me feel the way he did.

But I had to learn to live with it.

I left because that letter confirmed something that was lingering in my mind. I didn't care about Jessica. I didn't care about anything else, except what I was doing to Michael.

I was poison, I was toxic, and I was dangerous.

And there was only one cure.

Estello was fine with it, too. I worried about him, as it seemed he had no personality any more. His bipolar disorder was becoming him, controlling to the point where he didn't know what he was doing anymore.

I heard a knock at the door, and ignored it. If it was something important, like a letter, they would put it under the door. But the knocking didn't stop, forcing me to place my mug on the glass table and head reluctantly towards the sound.

"Gracie, what happened?"

I looked my friend up and down, her blonde straight hair was tangled and wet, her mascara was dripping down her face with her tears and her green eyes seemed surprisingly dull.

"Are you busy?" She sniffled, wiping her left eye with a manicured hand.

"N-no, come in," I said, moving so she could enter my apartment. I took another look outside before closing the door, pulling the chain so it would lock.

"Coffee? The water's still hot," I smiled, brushing a piece of my long brown hair behind my ear that had fallen, and smiling faintly,

She nodded, sniffling again and wiping her eyes, "Thank you, Misty,"

Once we sat down, it didn't take her long to spill out all of her emotions, and honestly I wasn't surprised by what'd happened.

"So then- he just burst into the house and I was on Calvin and I was thrown onto the floor by Peter, I looked up and- Oh god, Peter was punching Calvin so, so hard. He was bleeding and I yelled for Peter to stop, but he snapped at me and I hid, I don't know what happened because I ran out and came straight here, I'm so scared, Misty," She sobbed, and I placed a half-comforting hand on my 'best' friends back.