Creepy Whisper - A George Michael Fanfiction

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April 1st, 1984

The next morning, a small crack in between the two curtains at the big window woke me up. I blinked a few times, almost forgetting where I was.

I turned my head and saw George's sitting at my desk with a pencil and a notebook that was unfamiliar to me. The lamp was on so he could see better. He was filling something in. I tried to shift my position carefully...

"Ow." I winced. He look up and turned his head. His eyes were searching for what made the noise, and they eventually connected with mine. His smile made my heart skip a beat. "Well, good morning."

"This is a good view to wake up to." I admitted. "What are you doing over there?"

He sighed, digging his hands through his hair. "I've been working on a song. It's, I don't know... something I really like. But I can't really release it right now."

"Why?" I asked.

"It's not exactly the most appropriate for the audience we currently have attention of."

My eyebrow raised. "Ohhhh, I see."

He stood up, and climbed back into bed with me after closing the book. He kissed me, moaning into it. I pulled off. "You have a flight to get to today."

He stretched his body to look at the clock. His flight was at twelve, and it was already almost eight. I was shocked I woke up so early myself, and wondered how long George had been up.

"Yeah, but a few more minutes like this won't hurt." He sighed, deeply kissing me while putting his arm around me. The both of us giggled.

"Hey hey hey, DJ. Guess who's here-" That all too familiar boyish voice got louder and louder until the door opened.

My heart dropped, and I'm sure his did as well. "Jimmy!"

"Shit!" He covered his eyes with his hand. "I'm so sorry. I'll just... you know... leave."

George had basically leaped on top of me when the door open to cover whatever bare skin that wasn't covered by the sheet. I could tell he was pissed off. I knew he always had his suspicions about Jimmy, but I constantly told him to not worry his pretty little mind.

He stood up, huffing.

"Hey, are you alright-"

"I'm fine," He interrupted me. "I'm gonna get a shower."

He went into my bathroom and shut the door.

"Your flight doesn't leave for another few hours," I mumbled to myself. I stood up, wincing again.

She ached.

I assumed Jeena was here by now. Maybe she could help me.

I was able to walk, but not very well. I grabbed a light dress to pull over easily, just to cover myself up. Especially if Jimmy was still here.

I walked out, holding the wall. Eventually, I got myself to the living room, where I found Jeena. She gasped when she saw me. Not saying a word, she dragged me into her room and closed the door.

"How was it? Was he good? How big was it?!"

"Shhhhh!" I sharply spat. "Just because he's in the shower, doesn't mean he can't hear you."

"Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"Alright, alright, alright!" I imitated her. "First of all, when did you get home?"

"An hour ago. Andy told me I could stay longer, but I figured I didn't need to be a distraction while he made sure everything was packed and ready to go for him and George. Now don't change the subject!"