For All Time [ Michael Jackson Fanfiction ]

1 ~ Jerry's/ Memories

A/N : helloooo :) thank you for reading this first chapter. I hope you will like it ! Enjoy...

Blanche
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I sighed as they all started to laugh exaggeratedly, the sound echoing in the whole apartment. TV shows these days are a complete waste of time. I reached for the remote control and pressed the 'off' button. The screen became black instantly and I relaxed even more on the couch, relieved to have peace and calm, now. I looked around my apartment, reckoning that a bit more of decoration would have been great. My walls were the same white as to when I bought this apartment. There were still some boxes on the floor, waiting to be opened, but I honestly couldn't. What was inside would make me break down and sob, which I had done for sure during the first months. I closed my eyes and tried to stop all the memories coming back in my mind. I hated that. I hated being emotional. Two years had passed and I was still as hurt as on this day of 1990, when he broke up with me. I still hadn't the answers as to why he put an end to our relationship. I guessed I'll never know.

"Crap," I muttered as I wiped the small tears that started to build under my eyes. I couldn't stay here. I had to go out and clear my mind. This was kind of a ritual to me, whenever I thought about him again.

For these last two years, I rarely came out of my apartment. People could still recognise me outside. Hopefully, I lived in the lonely part of Los Angeles, where the streets aren't too crowdy.

There was a small café near by, where I was used to go in those moments. The manager knew my situation and didn't judge me about it, which I was glad for.

I got up and took my keys, exiting my apartment for the first time in a while. To me, it wasn't a bad sign, it was actually a great one ; it meant that I didn't think of him as much as I did in the beginning. Of course, it was worrying my family and the few friends I had, but I didn't care less.

"Oh, it's nice to see you, Blanche !" I turned around after closing my doorway and saw my neighbor, Ms. Lockwood. She was an elderly woman, friendly smile and really good macaronis ! She invited me twice for dinner, and cooked heavenly good.

"Hello, Ms. Lockwood. How are you ?" I asked kindly, smiling down at her.

"I'm very well, thanks." she answered, taking the time to have a look at me. She treated me like her own daughter, and that's something that I will always be grateful for. "Going to Jerry's again ?" she asked, smiling as her little eyes shrinked. She was referring to the café. She knew that it was one of my only destination.

"Yeah," I asked shamefully. After that, we made small talk and soon said our goodbyes to each other.

The whole way to Jerry's, I walked, looking down at my feet ; first because I didn't want anybody to recognize me, and also because I hated being outside. I was too shy.

"Oh hey !" Jerry said as I opened the door of his café. "I thought you'd never come again." he smiled. I giggled and sat on one of the stool of the bar, facing him. He studied my face, just like Ms. Lockwood did, wiping his cups. He was almost lost in his mind.

"Jerry ?" I said, snapping my fingers in front of his face. He jumped back and laughed nervously.

"Sorry..." he mumbled, blushing. "The same ?" I nodded and he hurried to make the usual coffee I ordered.

"So, how's been work ?" I asked after he put the coffee in front of me. He sighed.

"The same old thing." he scratched the back of his head, his green eyes watching me sip my mug. "I wish there was more customers. I can't even pay my employee." he told me, his eyebrows furrowed.