tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

January 16ᵗʰ ─ 6:27 ᵃᵐ

{Edited}

Jan. 16th

8:10 am

Just like the usual routine, I awoke on my side and turned to see Michael asleep in the bedside chair. I made a sound low under my throat.

I hated this.

I hated all of this.

I didn't want to avoid him anymore. It makes me hate myself.

Peeling the blankets off of myself, I go for a robe and then a shower. After I am successfully dressed in an oversized Jersey shirt with 88 in the front, I pull on jeans and stuff my feet into running shoes.

I look over, Michael is still sleeping. He'll probably be complaining about his neck when he awakes, it'll probably hurt like hell. I sigh, strolling over to him and brushing dark curls from his eyes. As I put both hands on the side of his head to position him correctly, my eyes land on his lips.

Full, light pink lips. I stand there a while, just staring at them; it's been a while since I desired someone the way I desired Michael. 

 Before I could turn away and hate myself again, I felt his wam contact as his hands slipped around my wrist. "I'm sorry." His voice was soft and weak. "I didn't mean to hurt you." 

 "Mich--" 

 I broke off as he got on his feet, his hair tousled and dark as usual. "I won't apologize for trying to protect you. No matter what you say." He let my wrist go, and blinked, gazing into my eyes intensely. 

 "I--" Nervousness heated my body, a weird sensation in my tummy. "I wasn't going to make you." 

Suddenly, I felt this weird comfortable feeling go through me. "Why are you trying so hard to protect me? You just met me a few months ago." 

 "A lot can happen in a few months." He paused. "Like the way I feel about you." 

 I blinked, gulping loudly, I couldn't find the words. 

"I've been trying to avoid it but I know you feel it too." 

I blinked, breathing softly. "I jus--"

Michael drew in quickly, kissing the words away; I held on to his neck as he kissed me hard on the lips. I knew this was what I wanted, and gladly, what he wanted. I silently forgave him.