I Could Fall In Love (A Michael Jackson Fanfiction)

I Could Fall In Love..112..

"Jazz, honey, let us in." Janet gently knocks again. "Pleeeeaaasssee."

"Go away." I cry. "I--I don't--"

"Jazzy, come on, let us in." Teyonna begs. "You clearly need us."

"I'm okay, guys." I lie as I wipe my face. "I'm-I'm okay."

"No, you're not." Janet scoffs. "You're crying, Jazz. What happened between you and Mike?"

I stare up at the ceiling.

Janet, please, don't make me relive that.

The way he talked to me.

The way he looked at me.

Don't me relive that.

"Jazz." Janet whines. "Jazz, if you don't come out, I'm gonna go ask Michael."

NO!

I jump out of the bed and run to the door.

If she goes to Michael, it'll probably make things worse and I don't want that.

I unlock the door and open it.

"Honey," Teyonna begins as she and Janet force themselves into my room. "what happened?"

I try to swallow the tears, as I sit on my bed, but they just won't stay down.

"He's done with me!" I abruptly wail.

I didn't know that was coming.

"What?"

"Did he say that, Jazz?" Janet asks, taking my hand.

"He didn't have to, Jan." I cry more. "He said it all with his eyes. He's done with me. Michael's done with me."

Janet clenches her jaw. "I'm gonna go talk to him."

"NO!" I grab her arm. "Don't do that, Jan."

"Why not?" She frowns.

"It'll only make things worse, and I don't want him any more mad at me than he already is."

Janet rolls her eyes. "Jazz, you two need to--"

She stops when she sees the pained look on my face.

She knows I really don't want her to go to Michael.

"Okay," She gives in. "I won't go--ugh--I won't go. I'll let you two, crazies, figure this out yourself."

"Thank you." I breathe relief.

Hold up--did she just call me crazy?

"Yeah, whatever." Janet rolls her eyes again. "I swear I don't understand you two."

"Stop." Teyonna scolds and Janet rolls her eyes at her.

Teyonna places my head on her shoulder and cry on it forever.

"It's okay, babe," She soothes, patting my back. "things will get better. Michael loves you. We all know that. Things will get better."

If he loved me, he would have listened to me.

He should have listened to me.

Why am I crying?

I've gotta be strong.

I've gotta be strong for me, but most of all I've gotta be strong for this baby.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." I announce, wiping my eyes, as I stand.

"You sure you're okay, Jazz?" Janet asks.

"Yeah, yeah." I sniffle. "I'm just gonna take a long, hot shower. It'll clear my mind."