❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥Drunk(Thriller Era)♥

A/N: This is a request from Litty_mikay........girl, I hope you enjoy it!

Have fun!

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"Michael! You're drunk!"

"No I'm not...."

"Yes you are buddy,"

"I'm gonna tell Joseph that you corrupted me..."

"What?"

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You lay rather lazily on the large sofa - your eyes glued to the television as you wait for Michael and his brothers to come home.

The boys had informed you that they were going to be attending a party and they'd promised you that they would be well behaved whilst they were at it.

However, being the boys they were - you were almost entirely sure that they wouldn't be able to live up to that promise.

And so, since you lived in the Jackson house - you made it a point to wait up for the boys, just in case they came home extremely drunk.

It wasn't something you necessarily hoped for but...then again - anything could happen.

You sigh once again as you glance at your wrist watch. 

It's past midnight and the whole house is consumed in darkness - except for the light emitting from the television.

"What are these boys doing..." you mutter to yourself, stopping immediately as you hear the front door open loudly.

"I swear to God, I'm gonna do it!" Michael exclaims with a slight slur.

Your eyes widen as you see Michael's brothers helping him into the house - urging him to be quiet for fear that he might awaken the rest of the family.

"Guys!" you exclaim quietly. "What the hell? You got him drunk?" 

Jermaine rolls his eyes, continuing to support a very disorientated Michael.

"No," he huffs. "Michael here decided that he had a high tolerance for alcohol..."

"And he may have had one too many..." Randy says with a grimace.

As Randy and Jermaine finally get him into the house, you close the door after the rest of the boys enter.

You observe the more than chaotic sight unfolding in front of you - quickly rushing forward to support Michael.

"Maybe he should sleep here," you suggest quietly, shooting Jermaine a pleading look. "He's going to wake up the whole house if he gets upstairs.."

Randy nods quickly, thankfully backing up your statement. 

"Mikayla's right," Randy says, his voice barely a whisper.

As the rest of the boys make their way upstairs, you find yourself helping Michael lay down on the sofa gently.

Jermaine and Randy stare at you for a moment - as if contemplating whether or not you can handle Michael on your own.

"Guys," you roll your eyes. "He's my boyfriend. I can handle him," you chuckle.

Jermaine chuckles at your behavior and Randy nods slowly. They seem to be more amused with your statement rather than satisfied.

"I'm serious," you shrug.