tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

January 29ᵗʰ ─ 10:40 ᵖᵐ

Michael had just gotten done brushing his teeth with a golden toothbrush. How weird was that? He'd brushed his hair back and tied it into a small ponytail before dressing in red silky pajamas.

It felt good to be back in his home, not on that lumpy hotel chair, waking up with a pain in his neck every day. Not that he minded seeing a beautiful face like Diana's when he awoke but it felt good to be back home.

He prepared to crawl into bed and sleep like a baby when his bedroom door opened. He turned and to his surprise, saw Janet. She was in her PJ's as well. They were pink though. Still, she look cute.

"Tired?" She asked, picking at a thick braid on her neck.

He shrugged, pushing the blankets up and sitting on the bed. Janet never came to his room this late. Something was on her mind. "Yeah."

It took him a moment to realize she was holding a magazine in her other hand. Michael wondered what it read. "Here. Let me read it to you."

She sits at the edge of his bed and stretches her arms before reading the front page of it, Michael settled back against the pillows.

"Michael Jackson spotted kissing mystery girl," she reads aloud. Immediately capturing his attention, Michael sat up, no longer tired. Janet flashes him a look of curiosity. "The two seemed very close, and romantic. They even made each other laugh, and shared long looks of affection before the Singer took her chin into his hands and kissed her."

Janet closes the tabloid and sets it aside. That's why she was here, he thought stupidly, of course. "So, anything to add?" She asked.

"I'm tired?" He chuckled a bit, grabbing a pillow and putting it on his stomach. He was constantly in pain, his back would be throbbing as if he'd been working all day. Or his face.

"Michael..." She sighed slowly. "Who is she?"

"Mystery girl." He replied, quirking his eyebrows and then laughing.

She grabbed a pillow and tossed it at his head. "Who is this sarcastic monster and where is me sweet brother?" She paused a bit, then her eyes widened. "It's her, isn't it? You're probably picking up her habits. She seems nice, can I at least have a name?" She begged.

"What? So you can stalk her? Not today, Janet." He yawned out loud, making sure she could hear it. "You hear that? It's the sound of me growling for sleep. Now can you please switch off the light on your way out?"

Michael turned over in bed, being careful not to lie on the aching part of his back. He shut his eyes, smiling in triumph as he heard the light switch off in his room.

"Don't worry, Mike." She said, and he could see the light of the hall as if she was holding the door open. "I'm going to find out who she is."

"Bye Janet!" He sang, his voice muffled against his pillow.