☄. *. ⋆Jackson 5 Imagines ੈ✩‧₊˚

Too Hot For the City

"Michael, this doesn't make sense," she sighs, exasperated.

"I know, but I don't want to jeopardize your safety. I'm sorry. I mean I don't wanna do this, but I just- I don't know," I said, feeling the biggest knot in my throat and tears in my eyes.

"You don't think I can take care of myself!?" she exclaims.

"I do! But you don't understand-"

"No, I don't. And I don't care either. Get your crap together Michael," she says, opening the car door and walking away.

"Ashley wait!" I yell, getting out of the car. "How are you gonna get home?!"

"I'll walk!!" she screams. I go and close her car door and get back in. It's no use to run after her.

"CRAP!" I yell, slamming my hand on the steering wheel. The car screams back at me. I sat there and cried. This day couldn't have been any worse.

~

Four Hours Earlier

"Bye," I said as I hung up the phone. This couldn't be good. Jackie had called me and told me to come to the house without Ashley and he sounded deadpan. Was something wrong with Mother? No. I saw her this morning. She was fine. Something wasn't right. In my rush to the house, I ran three red lights and got several suggestive gestures from other cars. But I didn't care. I was at the house in five minutes within a twenty-minute distance. As I walked towards the front door, I saw several other cars in the driveway. Jackie's yellow Impala, Jermaine's red Mercedes, and Marlon's silver BMW. What the heck was going on?! I walked in the door to Joseph, Mother, Jackie, Jermaine, and Marlon sitting at the kitchen table, in mid-conversation. They stopped talking and looked at me.

"Well," Mother started, getting up to leave "I'm gonna let you boys figure this out."

"Yeah, this is ridiculous," Joseph said, following her out. Jermaine sighed and rubbed his temple. Marlon furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms. Jackie had a guilty expression on his face. By this time, I'd had enough.

"Ok, will someone please tell me WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE!?!" I screamed in frustration.

"Michael, have a seat," Marlon said, now rubbing his temple. I sat down ready to burst in anger.

"What's the problem!? I mean you call me here in the middle of the day, deadpan, and expect me to act like nothing's wrong!" I exclaim.

"Look Mike," Marlon sighs, "I'm gonna put this in the simplest terms possible-"

"Your girlfriend's too hot, man," Jermaine intervenes. "She's tempting as heck and none of us can handle it." Marlon nods. I sit there with my mouth wide open. I don't say anything because I know if I do, God will not be pleased.

"I mean just the other day, she was over here helping Mother with household stuff, and she bent down for a minute to get something from the fridge. I walked in and she later informed me that I fainted. I took one look at her body and I was out. I'm sorry Mike, I just can't handle it," Marlon explains.

"You know what Marlon? This is starting to sound like a "you" problem, and this has NOTHING to do with me!! I mean what do you want me to do!? Tell her that she's too hot to be my girlfriend!? I know she's got a great body, but there's NOTHING I can do about it!!!" I yell at him.

"Mike, it's not his fault, it's not your fault, your right," Jermaine started, " But if you wanna keep her, you're gonna have to watch who you keep her around. I feel horrible admitting this but... she was in the kitchen washing dishes one time and I just- I don't know what came over me... and I kissed her... she tasted so good... I just couldn't help myself-"