MJ Imagines *CURRENTLY NOT TAKING REQUESTS*

~Brooklyn, March 1988 New York~

I knocked on the pale wooden door. I looked around at the dark and dreary hallway of my friends apartment building. It represented the same way I felt at this current moment.

Dark. And dreary.

I sniffled and tried to wipe my tears away as I heard footsteps approach the door. When the handle began to turn I straightened up and gripped my suitcase, tightly, with my right hand. The door started to open and I was faced with my friends boastful voice and The Jacksons 'This Place Hotel' blasting from her old speakers.

What perfect timing.

       "Yeah ma, the pizza guys here I'll have to...," She opened the door the rest of the way and paused mid sentence as she saw my face. Her hand holding her brick phone, fell a bit, before she blinked rapidly and snapped out of her shocked state.

       "I...I got to go mom, love you bye," She quickly finished before clicking the end call button and proceeding to throw the phone onto the couch behind her. She turned around and her eyebrows furrowed and she reached out to grab my arm.

       "Hi," I squeaked out as tears began to fill my eyes again. She immediately dragged me and my luggage inside and shut the door behind us.

       "Oh my god, Y/N, what happened?" She asked me, concern laced in her voice. I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out was a weak gust of air before I sobbed tears flowed down my face like a waterfall.

She seemed panicked as she took a step back and her eyes surveyed the situation. She rapidly ran around the small apartment and grabbed blankets and pillows. She then grabbed me again and set me down on the couch, throwing the blankets over to me.

       "You," She spoke bluntly. I blinked my tears away and for a split second, before my eyes were fogged again, I saw her looking to me seriously.

       "Stay. I'm going to get some ice cream and hot cocoa, because honey, you're in dire need of a girls night," She told me sassily, as she motioned her finger towards my current state.

I laughed and rubbed my eyes with the palms of my hands and nodded as she ran off into her kitchen. I sat there, listening to silverware clinking and the refrigerator opening and closing. As silence filled the small apartment I began to get lost in my thoughts. My eyes began to fill again and I leaned my head back as though to force them back inside me.

       "Why did this have to happen to me," I whispered towards the ceiling. "What kind of God are you?" I chastised, feeling hopeless.

Michael is probably with Tatiana right now. She's better than you, that's why he didn't care enough to follow you when you left. You were just there to lie with him, not be with him.

I wasn't even making sense, but the feelings hurt all the same. I covered my face with my hands and took deep breaths to calm myself. Willing myself to force the thoughts that filled my mind away for even a brief moment.

I tried to focus on the sounds of the teapot that Y/F/N was boiling for the hot cocoa. The faint sound of the cars driving and honking outside. But all I could hear was Michael's pleading voice in the back of my head.

~ "You said you'd never leave me!" ~

I groaned and clenched my eyes tightly.

       "I had a feeling you would be back here, but not this soon," Y/F/N laughed out as she entered the room with two cups in her hand and a jug of ice cream.