"Aw shit" I say as I look over Michael's outfit which is now literally covered in my vomit. Hey, I tried to run to the bathroom but he wouldn't move outta the way! "Mike I'm so sorr-BLECH" I can't even finish my sentence as I feel the acid bubble up my throat again. I make a dash for the bathroom, letting it all out in the toilet. "Ugh! I'm never drinking again! This shit be deadly!" I groan, resting my head against the toilet seat for support. Meanwhile Michael's still standing in my bedroom, quiet as a mouse looking for some cheese. "Mike?" I call his name but he doesn't respond back. I find the strength to get up from the bathroom floor despite the intense pounding in my head and dizziness. I walk slowly towards the opening of my bedroom and am surprised by what I see. It's Michael Jackson with his back towards me, standing only in his blue boxers, he was bending over trying to put his other clothes in a plastic bag. I stood stiff as a board as I let my eyes slowly wander over his body. His broad pale shoulders, his slim toned back, then finally settling on his.....you know (must I even say it?) 'Damn' I thought in my head, licking my lips. I guess what those fans were saying was true. Michael Jackson DOES in fact have the ass of a GOD. I mean, it was just the right size! Not to big, not too small and it looked so firm and outlined beautifully in his boxers. Hell, even my sister Nadia said his booty was capital F.I.N.E! Is it wrong that I was getting slightly turned on? I actually never looked at Michael in THAT way but.....DAYUM glitter socks could get it! I pulled my cell phone out but right before I could get a picture of that perfect ass, Michael's head snapped up and he turned around, causing me to drop the phone. "Autumn?! What are you doing in here?" He asked clearly surprised and somewhat flustered. I shrugged, the alcohol slowly wearing off as I was coming back to my senses. "I should be asking YOU that since this is my room you know" I walked over, taking a seat on my bed. Michael turned around to face me and I had to take in a sharp breath. Sweet Jesus.....and to think he looked fine from the back y'all should REALLY see his front side. "Are you feeling any better?" He asked. I quickly nodded, trying with all my might not to stare at his chest or more specifically his....."Yeah I'm aight.....So, are you gonna put on some clothes or?" Michael looked down, his face turning the color of a tomato again. "Uh y-yeah! But I was wondering if I could um, you know, if I could...." I waited patiently for him to answer but instead he just continued to look at me like I knew what the hell he was trying to say next. "Jackson would you spit it out already!" I joked. "I wanted to take a shower first.....you know, if that's ok with you?" I was quiet for a moment. Hmmmm did I really want him using all my hot water? Then again.....it would mean he'd have to be naked....."Sure of course you can!" I say, giving him a shit eating grin. "Thank you so much!" Michael said, heading for the bathroom. I remained inside my room suddenly not having the courage to go in there. The LAST thing I wanted was to scare him to death by walking in on him in the shower. My shower. Washing himself....I look down and to my surprise find my legs shaking, that foreign yet all to familiar tingling between my thighs. Aw hell....I shut my eyes, praying this feeling will go away soon. "Damn alcohol" I mumble under my breath. God, I was feeling so unbelievably horny all of the sudden! I'm NOT about to unleash the freak on the king of pop! Hearing his soft voice snaps me out of my highly inappropriate severely dirty thoughts. "Autumn?" I clear my throat. "Yeah?" "Could you please hand me a towel? I'm finished" Damn. I gulp, standing up from the bed and walk over to fetch a big white towel as well as a pair of black sweat pants and one of my old college t shirts. Taking a deep breath, I knock three times on the bathroom door. "Come in!" I hear him call out. 'Oh you don't know how bad I want you to do that inside me....SNAP OUTTA IT FALL GOTDAMN!!' I shake my head in attempt to get rid of these thoughts I'm having of the man I'm suppose to despise. "Here's your towel and clothes" I manage to say smoothly and nonchalant. Yaaasss one point for Autumn. Michael pokes his head out from the curtain and I swear I just stopped breathing. His black hair was wet and those lovely curls were falling in front of his face. Lord please help me....."Thanks. You can just set em on the sink" I practically throw them there, running out of the bathroom like a killer was after me. I lean my head up against my bedroom door. "Why the hell do I want him so damn bad?!" I whisper to myself. I'm supposed to be hatin on his ass, not trying to get on top of that ass! The moment I feel the door shift open I run towards my bed, throwing myself in it. I begin to randomly search through my cell, acting like I'm about to call somebody. "Is it alright if I come inside Autumn?" Michael asks. Once again I bite my tongue, holding back what I REALLY wanna say. "Yeah it's fine" I look up and smile a little. "Hey those clothes I picked out fit you perfectly" Michael nods in agreement, glancing around the room. He looks so uncomfortable its actually pretty.....cute. "Mike you can sit next to me! I don't bite....well, most of the time I don't" I joke but he doesn't crack a smile as he takes a seat next to me and let's out a sigh. I continue scrolling through my phone before he speaks up. "Are these clothes your ex's? The ones that I'm wearing?" I glance over at them then back to my phone. "Yeah the pants are his but the shirt is mine. I could just never fit into it though" "Well, I think it'd be best if you probably get rid of his clothes now....It's the only way you'll be able to move on....." My head automatically snaps up when he says that. "Excuse me?" "I'm just saying that-" "Oh I KNOW what you said but do me a favor and DON'T. You got a lota nerve telling me what I should and shouldn't do with his clothes. That's MY business" "Why in the world would you WANT to keep them?" "Why in the world do you care?! It's my ex not yours!" I yell causing Michael to go quiet. I didn't mean to snap at him but I just didn't want to talk about Justin anymore. He hurt me so damn bad earlier and the wounds were still fresh. The two of us remained silent for a while before Michael finally said something again. "He hurt you bad, didn't he....I can see it in your eyes....and I'm not just talking about the cheating.....he did something else to you didn't he....There's more to it...." I shrug, not liking where this conversation was heading . "I don't even care anymore. He'll get what's coming to him....karma's a bitch" Michael shook his head as he inched a little closer to me on the bed but I kept my eyes locked on my phone. "You know, this tough act you put on....you may be able to fool others with it but not me. You truly cared about him and he used you" "You don't know what the hell you're talking about" I said. "Oh yes I do. You gave this man your heart and all he did was take it and stomp all over it.....did you love him?" I don't answer as I continue texting away on my phone, the tears forming in my eyes. Suddenly Michael snatches my cell from my hands. "What the fuck dude?!" I snap, trying to retrieve it but Michael holds it high above his head."Answer the damn question Autumn! Were you in love with him? What else did he do to you?" "Why the hell does it matter?! Give me back my fucking phone!" Michael shakes his head no. "Not until you answer my question" "Give.Me.Back.My.Fucking.Phone.Now!!!" I scream. Michael throws it to the floor. "What the hell is wrong with you?! You.....You fuckin Jacko! You're so damn childish!!!" I scream and I know that's the straw that broke the camal's back. Michael then calmly gets up from the bed, picks up the cell phone and throws it at me so fast and hard that it stings my inner thigh. "You wanna talk about being childish?! You're the one who's childish!!! Still continuing to keep your ex's clothing around like he's gonna come back! No wonder he cheated on you!" Michael yells but then goes quiet after realizing what he just said. "Oh my God Autumn, I didn't mean-" "Get out" I cut him off, pointing to the door. "Autumn please let me explain-" "I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT!!!" I scream but still Michael doesn't budge. I get up from the bed. "Didn't you hear me?! Leave!!!" I shove his shoulders causing him to stumble a bit but he still doesn't leave. He tries to take a few steps towards me and I visibly flinch. "I don't want you here anymore!! Get the fuck out now!" I yell, going to push him again but Michael grabs both of my arms, causing me to freak out even more. He doesn't say anything as I struggle like a  frantic fish in his grasp. "Let go of m-me Justin! I don't love you anymore!" I yell, my eyes closed as memories of that horrible night replay in my mind. The night when I tried to leave Justin for good and he had threatened me with his fists. "Justin please!!! Don't hurt me!!! please let me gooo!" I yell, the fear and panic set in my veins. My heart was pounding hard against my ribs. When I reopen my eyes, they're filled with tears and instead of a pair of blues, I find a pair of warm familiar browns staring at me. The look on Michael's face says it all. He understands completely even if I couldn't put it in to words. "Oh god!" I sob burying my face in Michael's chest, clutching on to him for dear life as the two of us sink to the floor....