A/N : hello lovelies... xx enjoy this new chapter !

Michael
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Alright. You heard, Janet. Don't rush things, Michael. That would only ruin everything. If you want to get your baby back, you'll have to fight, and be patient. Of course, that would definitely be hard, but you need her. And you're sure she needs you too.

"You okay, Mike ?" 

I lifted my head and saw Quincy looking down at me with concerned eyes. I cleared my throat and closed my notebook, nodding my head with a forced smile.

"Yeah ! Just... writing some lyrics..." I explained and placed it on the coffee table next to the couch. 

"Oh okay..." Quincy mumbled and sat on the rolling chair, watching me intensely. "You got your inspiration back, I see." 

I snorted. "Yeah, I guess so." I replied and pulled my sunglasses back up my nose. That was a weird habit of mine to keep them during my studio sessions, or basically every time I was outside my house. Some people could find it rude but that was something I was used to do, so...

"So, how's it going with... y'know, Blanche and stuff ?" Quincy interrupted the silence with a smirk. I repeated his question in my mind and sighed.

How was it going was actually a good question ; because I had no idea.

"Uhm, I don't really know, honestly." I answered and scratched the back of my head. "It's really complicated, with people constantly telling me that I'm doing the wrong things, so, yeah... I don't know." I cleared my throat and rubbed my thighs. Quincy furrowed his brows.

"What are you doing wrong ?" he asked with interest, leaning forward. 

"Well, Janet told me that I wasn't doing anything to save Blanche and I's relationship, but some days after that, she said I'm rushing things, so..." I drifted off.

"Oh, I see..." Quincy chuckled. "Girls' opinions are always a bit messed up." he said and I snorted. 

"Yeah..." I mumbled and looked back at him. "Can I-" I coughed and cleared my throat. "Can I ask for your opinion ; as a man ?" I asked him and turned my head to the side.

Quincy smiled and nodded. "First, you know I love your girl." he started. "She's really good to you and isn't one of those groupies that are trying to use you for your fame and money and shit." I smiled. "And, she loves you. I know you love her too."

"More than anything." I agreed.

"Exactly. That's why it's not too late !" he exclaimed. "I know you can do that, Mike. You just need to do the right things."

"But, what right things ? What should I do right now ?" I asked with anticipation. 

"Blanche probably wants to hear your explanations." 

"I already explained everything, and it didn't work." I winced, remembering our talk in my bedroom at Hayvenhurst and how it turned things worse.

"Yeah, well do it again ! Tell her what she wants to hear. She'll forgive you, eventually." he explained.

"Do you think ?"

"Mh-mh." Quincy nodded with a smirk. "I'm sure of it. I know you, kid. You two not working out is impossible." 

I smiled at him and blushed. His words really meant something to me, and I was glad someone was finally supporting me with that situation. I knew I had done some really shit things to Blanche, and I was forever guilty for it, but, what was done was done. People couldn't always blame me for it. I needed to make things work. And I was going to make things work, right now.

Blanche
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"You sure you got all your stuff ?" Harry asked worriedly as I grabbed my purse from the back seat. I chuckled softly at his concern and turned back to him after shutting the car door. 

"Stop worrying, Harry. I didn't bring much things, anyway." I reassured with a genuine smile and Harry sighed.

"Alright," he mumbled and looked down at the floor. "Uhm," he scratched the back of his neck shyly. "Yesterday was fun. I'm happy I could spend some time with you." Harry said and I wanted to take the embarrassment off his face and give him a hug. "You truly are a good friend..." he drifted off and smiled at me with a small blush.

"Aw, Harry, you're being so sweet..." I cooed and wrapped my arms around his neck in a friendly hug. "Thank you !" I exclaimed as I buried my head in the crook of his neck. 

The fact that he considered me as his friend was a true compliment and I could only feel blessed by that. 

"I'll let you go, now." Harry mumbled when we released and kissed my cheek softly. I blushed and waved at him before watching him drive away from my building's driveway. 

I sighed and got back to my apartment, thinking about yesterday's night. That had been a busy night, for sure. From the dinner Harry and I shared, Michael's fury, and the night I spent at Harry's. All I wanted to do was to drop my bag at the door as soon as I enter my apartment and fall to the couch to relax a bit. And that's exactly what I did. 

Last night, Harry insisted for me to sleep in his bed and for him to go sleep on the couch. I tried to convince him that I would be okay sleeping on the couch but he wouldn't me. After that, we watched TV together and talked a bit about uninteresting things, avoiding subjects such as boyfriends-slash-girlfriends stuff or Michael Jackson's music. Then, we went to sleep, and the next morning, we cooked breakfast together. Everything was normal. Nothing was awkward. 

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Knock-knock

I blinked and groaned, turning my head to the other side. 

Knock-knock

I groaned again and rubbed my face tiredly, looking at the clock on the wall. 

7.43 pm.

Knock-knock

"Urgh, coming !" I exclaimed, standing up from the couch and making my way to the doorway, not minding the ugly marks that the pillow's folds left on my face. I rubbed my eye, opened the door, and came face-to-face with an unplanned guest. 

"Hi," Michael smiled softly. 

I watched him with surprised eyes and parted lips. I didn't see that coming. At all. 

He was really not going to give up.

"Uhm... What are you doing here ?" I asked and furrowed my brows.

"I'm sorry, were you sleeping ?" he questioned with anxious eyes. He must have seen the marks on my face.

"Yes." I answered and yawned, placed my hand in front of my mouth. "But, it's okay." I reassured him and looked behind him. Was I really doing it ? I guessed so... "Do- Do you wanna come in ?" I asked him quietly as if I didn't want anyone to hear us. 

"If you don't mind." Michael answered and I opened the door a little bit more for him to come in. I walked to the couch and tried to tidy the whole thing after I slept on it. I saw from the corner of my eyes that Michael was still at the doorway, looking around my place. He seemed like he didn't want to interrupt whatever I was doing. 

I mean, he already interrupted my nap...

"Sit," I told him and he turned to look at me. He blushed and made his way to the couch with hesitant steps but finally sat on the couch. "Tea ?" I asked him as I knew he liked the tea I made.

"Blanche, you don't have to do this-"

"No, Michael, you let me live with your family at Hayvenhurst. A cup of tea is no big deal." I interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. Michael sighed and finally nodded. "Here," I handed him the TV remote. "You can watch TV while I prepare it." I said and tried to smile. Michael took the remote from my hand and I turned to the kitchen, boiling some water.

As I waited for it to completely boil, I heard Michael zap through the channels, passing a music channel where one of his songs was playing. That brought a smile to my face. I knew he hated that. Hearing his songs in public or even at his house felt like an embarrassment to him. 

When our two cups were ready, I went back to the living room and handed Michael his cup of tea, which he thanked me for. I looked at the TV and saw that he stopped at a TV game that we were used to watch together. 

"You should wait !" I urged to say before Michael could burn his lips with the beverage. He looked at me with surprise and I blushed. "Sorry- it's... it's just hot." I explained and Michael smiled.

"Okay," he mumbled and placed the cup on the coffee table in front of us. We both turned back our attention to the TV program in silence. I knew there was a reason why Michael came here. But I didn't want to ask him anything about it and just wait for him to talk. He probably wanted to apologize for his behavior of last night. And if that was it, he shouldn't apologize to me but to Harry. He was the one he fighted with, not me.

"Your new place is nice," Michael finally broke the silence. 

"Thanks," I whispered slowly. It was nothing compared to Michael's standards. He was used to live in beautiful expensive houses or hotel suites. "Not as good as Neverland, though," I tried to joke and turned to Michael. He looked at me with cautious eyes, pondering if he should laugh or not. When I giggled softly, he smiled and chuckled. 

"It's still nice," he said and wrapped his hand around his cup, making sure it wasn't too hot now. He lifted it and drank a bit. I deducted that mine was okay too so I started to drink. 

"Chamomile, huh ?" Michael smirked and I blushed. "So you didn't forget it was my favorite." 

"No," I answered and hid myself behind my cup. "These are things I can't forget."

"Yeah..." he sighed. "You're the best at making tea." he said and smiled at me, showing his pearly white teeth. I blushed once again and looked down at my lap. 

"Thanks," I thanked him again and finished my tea. When Michael did too, he stood up and took both our empty cups. I looked at him with surprise and watched him go to the kitchen. I snorted and rolled my eyes, waiting for a few seconds before he came back. "Did you find the sink, mister I-never-enter-my-kitchen-cause-I-got-maids-to-cook ?" I joked and Michael gave me a dead glare. 

"Shut up !" he exclaimed and I laughed loudly at his reaction. 

"Oh, c'mon ! You know damn well you never set a foot in that room of your house !" 

"I do !" Michael tried to defend himself. 

"Oh yeah ?" I challenged him and lifted one of my brows. 

"Pfff," he puffed. "I don't have to explain myself 'cause I know the truth !" he retorted and sat back next to me on the couch. 

I giggled and shook my head, watching Michael's pouty face. 

"You are ridiculous !" I exclaimed and slapped his arm softly. Michael turned his face to me and pretended to look offended. 

"Did you- Did you slap me ?" he asked, faking a shocked expression. "What the hell, woman ?!" he asked loudly and I laughed loudly, hiding my face behind a pillow. Michael looked at me and tried to keep serious but he eventually ended laughing with me, putting his hand in front of his stomach as if all the laughters hurt him. 

"Oh my God..." I continued to giggle and rubbed my eyes tiredly. "That made me so sleepy." I yawned and closed my eyes, resting my head against the couch's backrest. 

"I can let you sleep, if you want to." Michael said softly. "You were sleeping before I came in-"

"No," I told him. "Stay here," I mumbled, shocking the both of us. Who thought I would have said that to him after yesterday's events. "You aren't thaaat annoying." I smirked.

"Oh, well thanks, Blanche." Michael said ironically and I giggled sleepily. I kept my eyes closed and tried to rest a bit. Michael suddenly started to hum a song quietly, his peaceful voice calming me and I soon drifted off to sleep, my head falling to his shoulder.

A/N : omggg how cute are they seriously ?? I couldn't let you go without a bit of Brichael love, if you know what I mean ;)) love ya' ! and I hope you liked that chapter !