tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

december 22ᶰᵈ ─ 1:00 ᵃᵐ

I flipped the last pancake, turning off the stove and placing it into the empty plate, the other was already finished, I'd buttered and syrup-ed Michael's already and now it was time for mine.

I put both plates at the table, his plate across from mine, after pouring some milk and taking some chocolate chip cookies from the fridge to put in a plate I smiled at my handiwork.

I yelped his name after a series of trying to perfect it with my voice. After a while he came into the kitchen, he was still in his pants and sweater, and he looked so...good? I mean, he always looks good but right now I don't mean physically.

He sighs as he sits in front of his plate and looks up at me, warm brown eyes staring into mine. His hair was tousled and dark.

Oh, I could just melt.

"Ah," said Michael, smirking. "First good sleep I've had since..." He trailed, a wandering look in his eyes that made me immediately know what he was thinking. I had gone from melting to wanting to hug him.

"Thank you." He said instead, making me look up in surprise.

Thank me?

I tilt my head in confusion. "For what?" I slid into the chair across from him.

Michael rose his eyebrows. "Well, you were in the bed with me, weren't you?"

I flushed bright red, my cheeks warm. To be honest, I didn't think he would remember when he awoke. "Of course." I stuck my fork into my top pancake.

"And since this is the first good sleep I have had since I left home, I figure it's because of you. So...now I say thank you, Annie." With that, he grabbed his fork and began eating.

I'm still slack-jawed. He remembered, he'd actually called me Annie.

"You're welcome." I said at last, dropping into my seat and enjoying my breakfast along with him.