tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

January 18ᵗʰ ─ 9:00 ᵃᵐ

"Look what I found." Michael's voice rang through the room as he finally entered the hotel again, today he had left before I awake and he was wearing a brown leather jacket over a blue plaid shirt, and on his legs were long black pants.

Michael tossed the magazine on the bed that I was sitting on the edge of. I sighed, picking up the tabloid and beginning to read. "DIANA SPOTTED IN GALE SQUARE WITH MYSTERY MAN, COULD BE JACKO? The two seemed very close, strolling and conversing personally, but with the police on her tail, it should be hard to live normal, don't you think?"

"Thank god." I whispered, putting the paper down beside me and brushing thin strands of brown hair from my eyelashes.

"What?"

"I didn't see the word dirty in this one, that's good news, right?"

Michael sighed, he looked frustrated. "That's not the point, Annie. I don't think you should be on the run, soon this'll be a manhunt." He told me with no lack of seriousness.

"I've been thinking about that too." I stood up from the bed and approached him, I was short, and the tip of my head only reached his nose. Sliding my arms around his neck, I bit my lip as his hands went to my waist. "Maybe I should go to the police station." I whispered.

He looked ready to tell me I was crazy, but then thought better of it. "What will you say? You can't exactly tell them that I'm okay because you wouldn't know that if you were innocent." He licked his bottom lip, gazing down at me with doubt and question in his eyes.

"I know." I was still thinking. "I'll lie, even though it's risky." I told him. "And if they believe me, then that's great."

Michael had a look in his eyes. "I...I'm not sure, what will happen to you?"

"I'll be fine." I smiled a bit. "I promise, I'll be okay."

His lips were smooth like the surface of clean water, at least when I drew close to kiss him, Michael didn't seem fully relaxed, like he was waiting for something.

I pulled away, my hands going to his shoulders to rub them. "You're so tense." I whispered, concern and confusion clear in my voice. "Are you completely alright, Michael?"

He nodded. "When this is over I will be."

I was glad he hadn't lied and said no. "So will I." Agreeing, I kissed him gently on the mouth.