[MJ Fanfiction] What Happened That Day

Part 67: Without You

"How can I be helpful, Chef?" Michael asked as he was drying his hand with a towel."

"You can cut those," I said, pointing to the green and red bell peppers, "and then you can cut those two red oinions," I exlplained, smiling. "And, as I know you rarely cook, please don't cut yourself."

"Aww, baby," Michael cooed, smiling. He hugged me and laid a small kiss on top of my head. "I'm not the one who's called Klutzilla, remember?"

"I'm not clumsy!" I said, hitting his chest playfully. I broke the hug and took a bowl in the cupboard. Unfortunately, I alsmot dropped it, which caused Michael to give me a "Really?" look, his arms crossed on his chest. "I'm not clumsy! You're disturbing me, that's all."

"Whatever," he said, beginning to cut the vegetables, "Klutzilla," he muttered, but I heard him. I threw a towel at him. "Hey! What was that for?"

"I heard you, Jackson!" I said, half-smiling. "I admit, I'm a real klutz. Happy?"

"Yup!" he smiled widely. I shook my head playfully at him, and began to cut the chicken while Michael was still cutting the vegetables. "Any news from your mom?" he asked me with a sympathetic smile.

"Not yet, but she'll call sooner or later," I smiled back. I knew it. I knew he would think I checked my phone because he thinks I'm worried about her.

"Yeah, I'm sure she will call soon," he said, smiling. "I'm done with those by the way," he declared, putting the knife down. "What do I do now?"

"What about some wine?" I asked, smiling.

"Sure, I'll get it," he said, walking behind me to reach the fridge. As he was pouring us two glasses of white wine, the doorbell rang. Michael had a confused expression on his face, just as me. I wasn't expecting nobody.

"And I'll get this," I said, putting the knife down. I took a towel and wiped my hands with it. I opened the front door, and there stood Jer, all smiling.

"Hey there, Blondie," he greeted me. I gave him a furious look, and his smile slowly faded.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I hissed so Michael didn't hear me. "I've been trying to call you all day long! And didn't you see my texts?"

"Yes, I saw it. I have a job, remember? And it's not the easiest job on this planet," he angrily said back. "What's the matter with you, girl?"

"The matter? I need to know if you know where exactly is... Anna," I said, whispereing the bitch's name.

"Who is it, babe?" Michael called from the kitchen.

Shit.

"Um, I'm coming babe!" I called back.

"Who's that?" Jeremy asked, frowning.

"The Pope," I sarcastically said, rolling my eyes. "Now, do you have where Anna is or not?" I asked, becoming impatient.

"Um, no. They wouldn't tell me where she went. I asked the nureses she used to work with, but she didn't tell any of them where she went," he declared, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, June. I know how much y-"

"No, it's ok," I said, brushing my hands over my face in frustration. "I'll get her by myself," I muttered to myself.

"So, the Pope's here," he said in a barely audible voice, looking behind me in my appartment.

"The King Of Pop, acutally. Want to come in?" I asked, trying to hide my frustration. I really counted on Jer to help me with this, but I guess I'll have to find her by myself.