Love At First Fight (Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

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"What?" I ask, my eyes widening. 

"Yeah, he knows you're here." she sighs, running her hands down her face. 

"Janet," I groan, smacking my forehead. 

"What? You just came to talk," she sighs and I roll my eyes to myself. 

"I know, but he's going to think I came to make him look bad." I groan again, letting myself fall against the wall behind me, knocking some of the wind out of me. 

"He doesn't think that," Janet assures, taking a seat at the island, "I told him everything that you told me." she shrugs and I furrow my brows. 

"Like what..." I say slowly, and she sighs, resting her elbows on the counter. 

"I told him that you know you're wrong and you feel so bad that you want to throw up, curl into a ball and die." she smirks, and I sigh, suppressing a grin. 

"I never said that... I do feel bad though." I mumble, and she arches a brow. 

"Do you even know my brother? You have to over exaggerate in order to get the point across," she laughs, and I smile, looking down at my hands as I walk back into the kitchen and lean against the counter beside the fridge.  

"He listens to me even when I don't over exaggerate," I grin sorrowfully, and she rolls her eyes. 

"Maybe he's just used to me over exaggerating and doesn't take me seriously unless I do." she scoffs. 

"You'd think it would be the other way around," I smirk, sipping my beer, "But I do feel so bad, so thank you for telling him that." I smile, and she shrugs. 

"No biggies, James," she smiles, throwing a wink, "I was just relaying the message." 

"Janet," I sigh after a long pause of silence. 

"Yeah?" she grunts, running her hands down her face. 

"You know we're going to argue right?" I ask, feeling bad that we're going to do it in her house. 

"Yeah, I know," she grunts, rolling her eyes, "I also know that you are going to make up and probably have sex after," she hesitates, faking a shiver of disgust, "So please burn the sheets after." 

"Janet!" I exclaim, blushing hard as my jaw drops and a smile consumes my face, "Why would you say that?" I laugh, embarrassed.

"Because, Mike tells me you guys fuck like there's no tomorrow." she shivers in disgust again. 

"Why would he tell you that?!" I exclaim before covering my mouth with my hand. 

"Because we tell each other everything," she drawls, rolling her eyes again, "But, in my opinion, he overshares." 

"No shit," I scoff, shaking my head as I rub my hands down my face, "I'm so embarrassed." 

"Why, I tell you about all of the guys I have sex with," she shrugs, and I shake my head. 

"But he's your brother!" 

"I know, it grosses me out," she shivers, "Even the thought. I want to go puke." 

"I love how you're the one who insisted on getting me a man," I laugh, and she holds her hands up as she closes her eyes. 

"Don't even tell me about it. God took my wish a flipped it all different directions." she groans, shaking her head. As I'm about to come back with a smart ass comment, you know who bangs on the door... and it's not Voldemort. 

"Janet, Jamie, open this door!" Michael yells, continuing to bang on the door. 

"This should be enjoyable," Janet murmurs, walking over to the door.