Creepy Whisper - A George Michael Fanfiction

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March 18th, 1984

Jeena's Point of View

"Do you think she'll like this?" Andy asked me.

"Of course. She's always wanted to go to prom, but she felt like she'd be cheating on him if she went with someone else. Which, I guess makes sense, but I think since George is so willing to do this, it'll be even better than prom."

"And you don't want to go?" He wrapped an arm around my waist, watching as I hung up the last piece of ribbon around the living room. Andy was helping George get ready a few minutes prior to this conversation. I couldn't lie, George looked hot. I'm sure DJ was going to fall over when she saw him.

I let DJ borrow one of my dresses since she had none. There really was no theme to this prom, but there would be a lot of wham songs playing. I could guarantee we would try and embarrass George as much as possible. Anyway, DJ's dress: dark red, poofy shoulders. I know she didn't care much for big skirts, so I had it altered down so there wasn't so much poof. Although, it's the 80s. Come on DJ. Everything is big.

Andy kissed my neck, which tickled, so I couldn't help but giggle. "Andy, not yet. When they come out we can head to my place."

"They better get out quick." He kept leaving a trail of kisses down to my collar bone. "Otherwise I'll have to pounce you right here."

My eyebrows raised. "You are bad."

"But you love it."

I sighed and eventually got myself to pry away from Andy. "Go see where George is. I'm sure DJ doesn't even want to come out."

He nodded, kissing my forehead and walking toward George's room.

When I entered the spare room in the hotel suite, I found DJ in the dress on the bed. Legs and arms sprawled out and everything.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I feel... fat." She sighed.

"What, why?"

"Don't you remember that story I told you? What happened when I was younger?"

"I don't recall," I said apologetically.

She sighed and sat up, hugging a pillow to her chest. "When I was thirteen, I was going to the seventh-grade dance. I got a dress using the money I found on the street since no one would let me have fun. I put it on and went up to my adoptive mother and asked her what she thought..." She began to cry. "And she told me I was a fat whore and no one would love somebody with such a body shape..."

She started crying louder, so I quickly shut the door. "Shh, honey, it's okay! That bitch is gone, out of your life! What was that song Michael Jackson put out three years ago? She's out of my liiiiiiiiiiiife..."

She started laughing a little.

"No more crying. I have to fix your eyeliner."

She stood up. "I don't even want it."

"I don't care. Come here." I picked up the pencil and lighter. I put the tip of the pencil on the flame to make it more watery, and easier to apply.

After I finished fixing a few things up for her, we stood up and I hugged her. "You are gorgeous. Go have fun,"

I watched her hesitantly walk out of the room.

DJ's Point of View

I could hear Andrew talking with George just around the corner.