The Roommate from Hell (Michael Jackson Fanfic)

The Roommate from Hell (Michael Jackson Fanfic)

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Chivonn's a girl in her mid-twenties working a mediocre job struggling just to get by. Her brother Bryan is a father of two young children is also struggling after his baby mama kicked him out and sliced his paychecks up with child support. The two siblings realize they are better off living together than struggling on their own. Chivonn feels safe with her brother and the living arrangement is working out perfectly.... ....until the day Bryan's childhood friend Michael Jackson, gets released from prison and becomes the roommate from hell you just can't get rid of. He's bad, he's dangerous, and often lets his pride get in the way of doing what's right. There are a few good things about him, though. He's got a secret soft spot for children and just so happens to have one of the rawest talents the world will ever see. But will the world get to see it? Or will his talent be wasted... Forever lost to the streets...
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"I-I never stopped loving you, you know..." I softly croak out, my eyes connected with the floor. "No matter how bad you hurt me, I just can't stop loving you, Michael." "I'm sorry for hurting you, Ariana. I really am. I know there's nothing that I can do to change what I did but I just can't stop loving you either." He inches closer to me. My eyes flutter and I'm still very woozy from chugging down all those mouthfuls of tequila but no amount of alcohol could get me as drunk as I feel when I'm with Michael. "I love you so much, it hurts." I admit while staring into Michael's chocolate brown orbs. He leans in so close to the point where if either of us made a move, we'd be kissing again. "I forgive you, Michael." I state. "For everything, I just want to move on, I just need you to let me love you." ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️- this story does contain smut, mature themes and language, if any of those trigger you, please do not read.

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