Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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The day after Michael and I visited my Mother in the hospital, Michael had to leave to go back to LA. Something about an important business meeting. He practically begged me to come back, and as much as I would've loved that, I just couldn't leave my Mum that soon. 

So where does that leave me?

I'm walking through the door of my town house, hauling all of my shit through the small door that I just had to choose when I bought this place. I throw all of my shit on the ground before flopping down on my couch. I'm just drifting asleep when there is a loud, urgent knock on my door, causing my body to jerk. 

"What the fuuuucccckk?" I groan, hoisting myself off of the couch. "What do you fucking want?!" I growl, opening the door.

"HEEEEYY BIIITTCHH!" Janet squeals, pulling me into a suffocating hug. 

"Jesus Christ Janet, air," I choke as I pat her back.

"Damn it is good to see you. You're like a breath of fresh air!" she exclaims, inviting herself in. I roll my eyes playfully as I shut and lock my door. 

You can never be too safe.

"What are you doing here?" I smile, feeling my irritation evaporate.

"You just got off the phone with me like three hours ago telling me that you were almost home," she smirks, opening up the liquor cabinet, "I thought you would've been expecting me," she smiles back at me then looks around my living room, "Obviously not, this place is a fucking mess." she mumbles, raising one side of her lip. 

"Oh. Shut. Up," I giggle, detaching my words, "Your place isn't any better."

"Yeah right!" she scoffs, grabbing a bottle of champagne out of my fridge, "I tend to clean up when I have guests." she says, pulling back the sides of her lips. 

"I didn't know you were coming!" I yell, laughing.

"Alright, alright, fuck off." she laughs, getting two glasses out of the cabinet.

"Why are you getting out the champagne, Janet?" I sigh, leaning against he doorframe of the kitchen. 

"Because," she smiles, popping open the bottle, "You and my brother are a couple! she exclaims as the champagne drips onto the counter. I roll my eyes, walking over to her.

"We're not together," I sigh tiredly, taking my glass that she has poured.

"That's not what he thinks." she smirks, sipping her drink. 

"What do you mean?" I ask slowly, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

"He's head over heels for you girl," she smiles, looking down at her phone before shutting it off, "I can't believe you didn't call me as soon as Michael decided that he was going to fly all the way to Houston just to see you," she scoffs, "Hell, he wouldn't even do that for me. You must really have him wrapped around your finger." She smiles, continuing to drink her champagne.

"I don't know," I shrug bashfully, "I know he likes me but I didn't think it was that serious." I sigh, walking out of the kitchen to sit on my couch in the living room.

"Does he know you're back today?" She asks, sitting down beside me.

"I don't know, probably." I mumbles, lowering my eyes to my glass, "I mean, I told him that I was coming back today, since I have to work tomorrow."

"Well he must know then," she smirks, "I doubt he would miss an opportunity to see you tomorrow, maybe even today." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, making me roll my eyes playfully.

"Janet Jackson," I scoff, smacking her knee, "Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Maybe I should leave," she says sarcastically, "He might be on his way over here right now." She smiles brightly, looking identical to Michael.

"I doubt he's even thinking about me," I say softly, hoping I'm wrong.

"He fucking flew out to Houston for you!" She exclaims, holding her hands out to the side, "Of course he's fucking thinking about you!" I tilt my head back, letting out a loud laugh, "Listen, I think it's disgusting that you and my brother are seeing each other, but I've been trying to get you some dick for almost the whole year. You can't just be a naive little girl about this. You have to get some balls and just go for him. I don't want to discuss the details about my brother, but just go get him. I know he's waiting for you." She smiles, leaning back against the arm of the couch.

"I'm just so nervous to get back into the whole dating thing," I sigh, placing my flute on the coffee table, "I don't want a bad outcome, and that's what I got with Adam and all of the other men before him. I know Michael is different, but I also thought Adam was different," I speak, hearing my voice quiver, "What if he's the same?" I ask, looking up at her.

"Michael will not be the same," she sighs, placing her hand on my leg, "We've grown up together. I've seen the way he is with women, and he's very respectful. He would never lay a hand on a woman." She says softly.

"What if he cheats?" I sniffle, wiping my nose. Janet rubs the bridge of her nose, getting ready to speak.

"Michael hasn't been in a committed relationship for the past five years," she sighs, making my eyes widen, "After his ex-wife cheated on him, he hasn't been the same."

"Michael was married?" I ask, shocked, "How old is he? I thought you two were around the same age."

"Yes, he was married for about two years," Janet shakes her head, looking disappointed, "And no, we're not the same age. He's thirty now."

"Holy shit. He's four years older than me." I mumble into the palm of my hand as I rest my elbow on my knee.

"Age is just a number," she says, eyeing my face to see my emotion.

"Oh, I don't really care, I just wouldn't have guessed. You know I've dated a lot of older guys." I sigh, looking up at her. She nods, looking around the living room.

"It's getting late," Janet says after a couple minutes, "I better get going." She smiles, standing from the couch. She grabs my glass and walks into the kitchen to put it in the sink.

"What am I going to do with the rest of this champagne?" I ask jokingly.

"Well, like I said, my brother should be over soon," she winks, "You two can have the rest and celebrate your new relationship," she smirks, walking to the door.

"He better not be coming over, I'm tired as hell." I scoff, leaning against the wall as she puts her shoes on.

"You wouldn't be mad if he did," she smiles, rolling her eyes.

"You're right," I wink, making her laugh loudly.

"See you tomorrow girl," she says sweetly, pulling me into a hug.

"Okay Janet, see ya," I smile as she leaves my townhouse. I lock the door behind her and and decide to start bringing my bags into my room.

Just as I'm about to shut off the lights in the kitchen and living room, there is a knock at my front door.

"It's midnight Jesus, leave me alone," I grumble, walking sloppily to the door. I take a deep breath, thinking it's Michael. I smile to myself as I unlock the door, "He-.... Oh my god," I say, almost inaudibly.

"Hey doll face," Adam smiles cynically, making my stomach turn, "Long time no see."