Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

..5..

"Fuck..." I groan as the sunlight hits my eyes. My head is throbbing so badly. Fuck girl, what'd ya do?!

I look around now realizing that I'm upside down. I sit up and all of the blood from my head rushes back to its rightful place. My back is also killing me and I'm almost 100% sure that it's because of this stupid couch I fell asleep on.

Beer bottles scatter the floor, and a bottle of Jack Daniels sits on the coffee table along with two shot glasses.

"Oh fuck..." Janet whines as I just now realize she's on the platform of the bay window, "what happened?" She says, folding over, onto the ground.

"I guess we had a little too much last night." I sigh, standing slowly. My head spins as I walk into the washroom to grab the big bottle of extra strength Advil from the grey cabinet. I fill a glass with water and walk back into the living room. Janet is now sprawled out on the couch, snoring all over again. I smirk, taking the Advil before leaving it on the table with glass of water for her to have when we wake up.

I walk into the kitchen, and the clock on the stove reads 11:47 am. Guess I'm late for work. Oh well, I'm my own boss.

Once I've gotten dressed in a black blouse and pink pleather pencil skirt, I leave Janet a note that I'll be at the office, along with the spare key and I head to the place I would least like to be right now.

*

"Hey Tammy." I smile, walking past reception.

"Hey Jamie!" She chirps, "you don't look so good." She frowns I shake my head, walking towards my office.

"Thanks." I say sarcastically. She smiles, her face reddening.

"No, I just meant that you look a bit pale." she explains. I lift my sunglasses, so that she can see the bags under my eyes.

"I had a bit to drink last night, if you couldn't tell." I smirk, putting my glasses back.

"Oh... well Miss Jackson isn't in either." she sighs, typing away at whatever she has to occupy her.

"Yeah, I know... she's at my house, passed out on the couch." I smile, knowing that Janet is probably still out like a light.

"Oh... you guys hung out last night?" she says, a bit hurt. I roll my eyes under my dark sunglasses, and I nod.

"Yeah... it wasn't really planned. Next time I'll invite you." I smile, not reaching my eyes. Her smile, however, takes over her whole face.

"Really?! Thanks Jamie!" she squeals as she stands up and reaches over the desk to hug me. I stand stiff, not remembering the last time someone other than Janet or a family member. Well I kind of hugged Michael when he... kissed me, but that doesn't count because it was more of a support from me falling. "... Michael." she says, sitting back down.

"W-what...?" I stutter, zoning back in. She smirks, resting her elbows on the desk.

"I just said that you have a bouquet on your desk from someone named Michael." She repeats, helping me sigh in relief, "They're quite pretty too... expensive looking. Wow you must really be hungover, because you're usually on top of everything, Miss." she says politely, but with the mood I'm in, I want to grab her throat.

I wonder if Michael would do that...

"Stop." I mumble to myself.