Guardian Angel || Michael Jackson

10: Agent Of The Universe

"Why are you so fat?!"

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I don't really hate old people.

I mean, seriously, I may not look like one but I'm actually a good and respectful human towards the elders. But if it's a tattooed granny with a nose ring who keeps calling me just to disrupt my attempt of having a peaceful sleep, it's a different case.

"What?!" I asked, putting the damn phone on my ear for the fourth time. "I'm trying to fucking sleep here, what is wrong with you?!"

She just laughed on the other end of the line. "You still agree to do the mission, right?"

I closed my eyes and massaged my temples. Oh, good lord.

It was already 10:00 pm and I was trying to sleep and she'd been disturbing me. This was her fourth phone call and she's asking the same damn motherfucking question.

I just wanted to sleep!

"I told you already, I'd do it!" I said, annoyed as fuck. "Now, can I get a peaceful sleep?"

I heard a long happy sigh from the other end of the line. "I'm just excited for you, really," she said. "This is the first time that you'll be sent to the 60s without you being against it. Grams is happy!"

I stopped when I realized something. Oh yeah. I'll be sent back to the past again later at 3:00 am. I chose that particular time schedule myself after finally agreeing to this job.

"Say hi to little Michael for Grams!" she said. "Don't forget to enjoy, gal. Bye~"

And she dropped the call.

I heaved a deep sigh and buried myself again under the pillows. After coming back from Alex's place earlier, I tended to the car shop. When I was oiling the tools, my head kind of ached a bit so I took some pain reliever and decided to go to sleep early. I was really sleepy and I just wanted to sleep so I was really annoyed about Grams' calls. If she called again, I swear I'm gonna smash this phone against the wall.

Minutes passed and thankfully, the old woman didn't ring me again and eventually, I fell asleep.

Well, kind of.

I woke up when I felt that my bladder was on the verge of exploding. With my sleepy and swollen eyes, I looked at the clock on the side table and saw that it was 2:15 am.

Not 3:00 am yet?

I yawned. Still forty-five minutes left before I'll be sent to the past. I grabbed Grams' phone and saw that there were two messages, and I read them as I walked to the bathroom to urinate.

[From: Grams
06/27/09 11:30 pm
the moon is beautiful tonite holy molly!]

I frowned. Crazy.

[From: Grams
06/28/09 12:29 am
there are lots of sho0ting starz goodness im making lots of wishes gal what do u want me 2 wish for u]

Why in the hell was she still watching the sky at midnight? This old woman was unbelievable.

I pulled down my pajamas and sat on the toilet. I closed my eyes and leaned my sleepy head on the side of the wall as I pee. Since I was a child, I had this weird habit of falling asleep inside the bathroom while still sitting on the toilet seat. This often happened specially if it was bedtime and I needed to pee while sleepy as fuck. That night was no exception. As soon as I leaned my head against the wall with Grams' phone still on my hand, I doze off.