tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

January 30ᵗʰ ─ 11:30 ᵃᵐ

Today felt like a genuinely good day, I hadn't gotten a visit from Lisa nor Richard. I could forget all about Detective Rodgers. I had chopped up some fruit and cooked some pancakes and I'd eaten breakfast.

I showered and dressed, wearing the usual, turtleneck and jeans. I brushed my hair in the mirror. Remembering how my mother used to do it for me when I was 12. I had pushed those thoughts away and applied my make-up. I already had my day planned out.

I was going to go to Starbucks, ignore television and that news anchor James Bartholomew. Ugh. I was just going to have fun today.

But that phone call ruined everything, made me set me goals toward that one thing. I'd been eating a Yoplait when my phone rang. I had smiled, marching over to the home phone, wondering who it could be.

"Hello?" I twirled the phone cord around my finger and hopped up onto the counter. Swinging my legs like a thirteen old girl.

There was a sort of silence and shuffling. "Hey you." It was him, it was Michael. I blushed at his way of greeting me and licked yogurt off my top lip.

"Hi..." I said slowly. My body tensing.

There was more shuffling and I heard the sound of the sink. "Are you doing anything tonight? Because it is a Friday and my schedule is free. The museum isn't until tomorrow, which is great. So, are you free?"

I giggled a bit, he'd been talking too fast but I caught it all. "Yes, Michael I'm free. Why?" I asked, serious about this question.

Silence again. "I was thinking we should talk, you know, about us. And I just don't know where to go this time."

"There's Christian's playground around the corner from my house? Will that do? I mean--it's dark and no kids will be around..." I paused, I'd been babbling. I wonder if he was getting tired of me already. "Will you find your way?" I asked him, beginning to twirl my hair around my finger.

"Sure, yeah." He said, and then there was another shuffle. "Janet!" I heard him yelling to his sister. "The water's cold!"

So he was in the bathroom. "Oh, sorry," I could seriously hear his smile. "Goodbye, Diana." He hang up, leaving me frozen on the counter.