The Boy With The Fedora (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9

MICHAEL POV

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Boss was gonna kill me when he finds out I didn't come back with Jason. Who knows what he would do to me?

I climb up the steps of my apartment building two at a time. When I finally get my rusty door open, I let out a huge sigh. I kick my shoes off and I flip on my light switches. 

All I could think about was how angry my boss would be. I racked my hands through my sweaty hair. What was I gonna do? As I paced my bedroom thinking of excuses, my brain decided to think about Elizabeth's soft fingers pressed on my lips. 

"I'm trying to think here brain, cooperate!" I say to myself.

My brain went back to thinking of excuses to give boss, but then it drifted off to Elizabeth's cool hands pressed on my neck.

I groan. Honestly, I would rather think of Elizabeth's sweet cherry smell then think of excuses to give my boss.

I turned off my light and I fall on my bed and I noticed how tired I was. 

I really wanted to twirl those blonde curls that take up Elizabeth's hair. UGH! I'm just going to go to sleep.

Elizabeth's cheeks were so soft and red. UGH! I'm going to stab my head if this doesn't stop.

Elizabeth's eyes were a full green and looked perfect. I ended up giving up and letting the thoughts over take me.

Elizabeth's soft hands, beautiful grin, even her chest I was starting to appreciate, even if it is a b-cup. She was so caring and gentle. The way she tried her best in caring for my nose. She was amazing. And her drawings. All over her walls. They were delicately drawn. With precise hands. They were beautiful. She was beautiful. And I was crazy for her.

I hit my head. I really like Elizabeth. I do. I had to see her again. 

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I woke up to the ringing of my phone. It stopped ringing once I touched it. I picked it up and saw there was more then 60 missed calls from the boss. And over 50 voicemails. A new voicemail popped up from boss. I shakily brought it to my ear.

"MICHAEL! THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" Boss's voice boomed from my voicemail box.

I know boss it outraged. First, he never curses, only when it’s serious, because he is all about class. And because I'm one of his pets he would never yell at me like that. I also knew I was done for.

I jumped out of bed tripping over my blanket and I fell face first on the ground.

"Ow..." I grumble trying to stand up.

My bruised jaw burned with objection when I tried to open it.  And my nose hurt even more. 

I turned my phone off and ran to the bathroom to get ready.

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I stood in front of the "Buddy's hideout" with my hand on the door handle. 

"I'll go in." I say.

"But what if boss kills me?" (and yes, he would).

Then I let go of the doorknob and I start walking away.

"But what if he forgave me?" I say out loud to myself.

Then I go back to the doorknob.

"What if he stops paying for your apartment?!" I say out loud.