Jan tried to avoid the gazes, stares, and whispers that follow her as she stormed out of the wear house. She couldn't believe she had even considered her and Michael could ever work. She yanks the door open, and slams it shut, fighting back the tears. She tosses her overnight bag into the seat, disgusted. The tears start to fall as the car
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oh, and by your icon i see you like Michael and Jan!
I wrote a Michael/Jan fanfic if you wanna check it out!
its in my journal.
:)
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