Gangsta Lovin' || COMPLETED!

Chapter 8: Confessions Pt. 1

AUTHORS NOTE: This story is also on another MJ fan fiction site where it already has 57 chapters and is a completed story. I'm sorry for being gone so long I just forgot about wattpad until a friend reminded me about it. Again I'm SOOO sorry!

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Michael was too heavy for Semaj to hold but she tried her best. His laughter is slurred as he corrects his footing and stands up on his own. Semaj pushes him towards the couch and then helps take off his jacket before he falls onto the cushions laying back and then letting out a loud manly burp.

"Michael have you been drinking?" She asks scrunching up her nose.

"Why you worried about it, Janet?" His eyes were closed and his words were slurred.

"Who is Janet?" Semaj asks furrowing her brows.

She gets down on her knees to untie his shoes and Michael pulls his foot back sitting up opening his eyes as he takes in Semaj's features. He looks around noticing that he was not in his mothers house like he thought he was. It was ironic that Semaj and Michael's mother and siblings lived on the same street but his mind wasn't right. He was shocked he even made it over here without getting into an accident.

"I needa get to my moms" Michael says standing up a little to fast because he becomes dizzy and falls right back down.

"You're in no shape to drive anywhere Michael. Or walk. You're not in the right state of mind so I'm not going to let you go out there just so you can get in trouble and get arrested for driving under the influence." Semaj says sighing before attempting to untie his shoes again but this time he allows her to.

She takes them off putting them neatly to the side of the couch but while doing this, Michael who had laid down, rolls over a little too much and falls off the couch right onto the floor making a loud thud. Semaj jumps turning around seeing Michael on the floor and prayed that he was okay but at the same time prayed that it wouldn't wake Simone.

"Michael get back on the couch!" Semaj exclaims in a low tone.

"I am on the couch." Michael mumbles into the carpet on the floor.

"You're not. You're on the floor so-come-on" Semaj grunts as she helps lift Michael off the floor and back onto the couch. "We need to get you out of these clothes. They smell like you poured alcohol all over them."

"I gotta--"Michael can't even get it all out until he turns over hurling all over the carpet.

Semaj jumps back to avoid getting anything on her feet and then quickly turns away before she throws up herself. Covering her mouth she turns back to Michael who is groaning in pain and has his hands over his stomach. The puke had gotten on his shirt.

"Come on Michael lets go into the bathroom" Semaj says walking over to him, avoiding the pile of throw up on the floor, and she begins to pull him up.

He finally sits up and she's able to pull him off the couch and towards the bathroom. After flipping on the light she turns the water to a nice temperature before flicking the shower on.

"Come on get out of your clothes" She says turning to him and Michael begins to lift his sweater up but then he starts to wobble backwards hitting the wall knocking down the little flower shaped mirror that was hung up on the wall to the floor making the glass shatter.

"Dang it Michael!" Semaj yells whispering moving him away from the glass before he stepped on it. She sighs and wipes the sweat off of her forehead from the steam the hot water was making. "Just get undressed please."