tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

April 4ᵗʰ ─ 1:00 ᵃᵐ

"You don't have to be shy or embarrassed with me."

Michael shifted around in bed, trying to think of something else, something that wasn't as sweet as Diana.

"It's just me and you."

He rubbed thick dark hair from his face, breathing loudly as he tried to imagine someone else. A roller coaster ride, a cake.

"Michael and Diana."

He crawled out of bed, breathing in and out. Her voice kept coming into his head, Michael flicked on the lamp. His bedroom lit up warmly.

A few more minutes, if he'd just found some way to get into that damned hotel she wouldn't be gone. She'd be beside him, giving him advice.

And he'd actually cried about Richard, now he wished he'd actually killed the bastard when he shot him.

Michael breathed in and out, thinking of what Diana would say. And to be truthfully honest? He didn't know what she would say, and so that made it harder for him.

The doorbell downstairs rang, and Michael groaned loudly, slipping a gray hoodie over his silky pajamas and shoving his feet into slippers.

He ambled downstairs, heading for the door and opening it. Outside of his door was a female cop, she was dressed in uniform and she was carrying a tub of popcorn and a package of beers.

Michael scrunched his eyebrows in puzzlement. "What is this?"

The woman had pretty dark hair pulled back into a pony tail, he couldn't imagine her without the hat or suit. "Felix sent me to watch the neighborhood." Her voice was slightly deep.

Michael was skeptical about this.

"Okay fine, he sent me for suicide watch, for you." She shrugged. "I was getting pretty bored in my car. So, what do you say you let me in and we can watch a movie together?"

He prepared to slam the door in her face but then he thought of the justice it'd do for him. Michael sighed, moving to the side. "Kitchen's on the right."

She nodded, coming in after him. He watched her remove her cap and pull the rubberband from her hair, the curls spilled free onto her shoulders.

The cop disappeared into the kitchen, and Michael switched the TV on in the livingroom. He adjusted some of the pillows, throwing himself back onto the couch and grabbing the remote.

He flicked through channels, sighing whenever some stupid Western movie would pop up. Michael finally found it, the film he enjoyed. Tremors, the first movie.

She entered the livingroom, handing him the tub of popcorn and sitting beside him. On her hand flashed a silver ring.

"What's your name?" He asked suddenly, ignoring the shouts coming from the television.

She turned toward him, working on opening the cap of a beer. "Louise, why?"

He shrugged. "No reason."

Louise looked skeptical, raising her eyebrows.

He didn't know what made him do it, or why but he reached over and pulled her face at his. Kissing her, Louise reacted in shock for the first second before she shoved him away.

"I'm married." She said, angrily, waving her ring finger at him.

Michael felt stupid, nodded slowly. Looking down at his hands and wondering why he'd just done that. He'd never been so forward before.

"But whatever happens in the Neverland Ranch stays at the Neverland Ranch right?" She said slowly.

Michael turned toward her slowly. "Yeah."

She pushed her beer away, and allowed him to take her face into his hands and move his lips atop hers. Louise unzipped her uniform jumper, slipping it off of her shoulders so Michael could kiss her there.

The light flashed on in the livingroom and the two sprang apart.

"What the hell!?"

Michael squinted at the brightness and saw Janet, her face was stained with dry tears and she was in her pajamas.