tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

February 7ᵗʰ ─ 11:30 ᵃᵐ

I snuck out. I did, really. I had awoke to realize James had still been asleep, got dressed and rushed out of his apartment.

And I had showered away my regret and then went downstairs to cook some food. It's been a long time since my apartment smelled like something other than winter air.

I had just gotten done eating some syrup-smothered pancakes. It was the one food I was actually able to cook.

I grabbed the remote and turned the television on.

First thing I realized when 24HOUR News came up, was that James Bartholomew was not on the screen.

There was a woman instead, her name Cheryl Kennon. "I'm sorry, I know you all were expecting our charming James Bartholomew, but he was sent to the Mathis General hospital this morning after-"

And that was all I needed to hear before hopping up from my seat, grabbing purse, keys and jacket and then flying out the door.