Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

..54..

"Damn," I sigh, pulling away from our long make out session, Michael still standing between my legs as I stay perched on that counter. 

"I'll say," he grins, biting his lip, as he sweeps a long strand of my hair behind my ear, "You look so good, baby." he winks, and I blush, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into another. 

"Mmm," I hum into his mouth before pulling away a bit, "You look and taste good," I grin, licking my lips as he plays with the band of my sweats above my ass. 

"I'm sorry that you had to deal with that," he sighs, sorrow filling his eyes and I roll mine. 

"Please, Michael, don't apologize," I scoff, thinking of that bitch, "It's not your fault she showed up here. You didn't ask her to come." 

"Yeah," he nods, rubbing his bottom lip in thought.

He's so sexy when he does that. 

"I just don't know why she would show up here," he mumbles, shifting his eyes from mine, "I mean, when I filed for a divorce, I let her have it. I really gave it to her, and not in the way I give it to you." he smirks, making me giggle. 

"What do you mean?" I sigh, placing my hands on his firm chest. 

"I really cursed her out... a few times. I made it quite clear that I wanted nothing to do with her," he sighs, stepping closer between my legs, "I guess I didn't make it clear enough, though, if she's showing up at my door unannounced." he rolls his eyes and I sigh, placing my hands on his cheeks. 

"Babe, whatever she was here for, was not your fault," I smile in one cheek, trying to comfort him, "Obviously she didn't get the hint and she wants more of you or wants to try again," I roll my eyes,  "But she can't have you because you're mine." I grin, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he smiles lightly, but it fades just as fast. 

"Yeah, but why was she here?" Michael murmurs, and I sigh, feeling myself getting a bit irritated. I don't want to talk about this bitch anymore!

"I don't know, didn't she say she wanted to get back with you or something?" I say, knowing that's exactly what she was asking. 

"Sure, but there must've been another reason," he sighs, looking back to my eyes. A thought pops into my head, and before I can stop myself from asking a dumb question, I blurt it out. 

"Would you ever get back together with her?" I ask quickly, and his brows furrow, and I can see the irritation etch his face immediately. 

"Are you kidding?" he scoffs, stepping away from me. 

Here comes lobby Michael. I'm so dumb, I never should've asked. Word vomit.

"I would never get back with that lying, cheating, bitch," he scoffs again, folding his arms as he walks around the island to distance himself from me. 

I really did it. 

"Michael, I-" 

"After all I've told you about Lisa, you want to ask me a stupid question like that?" he sneers, interrupting my coming apology, "I would never get back with her. The fact that you think I would just shows how much you really listen to me." he rolls his eyes, throwing his hands out to the side and my brows shoot up. 

"Is there something else you want to tell me?" I ask, and his face keeps its hard expression, "Do you feel like I don't listen to you enough?" I scoff, knowing that is not it at all, because I listen, process, and store every single thing this man tells me. That's what you do when you love someone. 

"Maybe," he shrugs, turning down the corners of my mouth, and my eyes widen.

"Really? Like what? What haven't I listened to you about?" I scoff, and he shrugs. 

"I can't name anything specific, but sometimes I feel like you're not listening to me and only use me to listen to you." he shrugs again and I laugh, not letting it reach my eyes. 

"I asked you one damn question," I mumble, shaking my head, "Albeit, a stupid question, but one question, and now you're trying to make it a bigger deal then it is." I growl, and he arches a brow. 

"That's what you always do to me, isn't it? Make things a bigger deal than it needs to be?" he scoffs as I place my hands on my hips. 

"Like what?!" I exclaim, getting heated. 

"Like moving in with me. You made that a way bigger deal than it needed to be." 

"Moving in with someone is not a light thing, Michael! It takes a lot of thought! That's not something I take lightly!" I yell, and his eyes burn into mine. 

"I mean about you getting another place." he grits, and I roll my eyes, folding my arms. 

"Whatever, Michael. I never ended up getting the place anyways, so you won that time! Is there anything else that you feel I over dramatize when it comes to situations that we've been in?" I grit and he shrugs.

"You left LA because I was an ass to you," he says, and I furrow my brows. 

"Boy, are you crazy, I was planning on leaving LA anyways. I had to go see my sick, dying Mother!" I exclaim, and he shrugs. 

"I don't know that." he says. 

"Get over yourself, Michael," I growl, grabbing my phone and keys off the counter, "You're such an ass sometimes. I mean, seriously, I was just double checking to make sure you'd never get back with that bitch, and you turn the whole thing around on me! I'm not the one who married the wrong person!" I exclaim, and Michael's face drops, and I know I've gone too far. 

But, being the stubborn bitch that I am, I keep an angry face, and walk to the front door. 

"Call me when you get your head out of your ass." I mumble with anger, before swinging open the door and slamming it behind me, "Dammit." I grit, successfully fighting back tears as I get into my car and peel out of the driveway. 

I really fucked this one up.