tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

January 30ᵗʰ ─ 1:22 ᵖᵐ

Michael dropped the towel and pulled on his striped boxers and then his black pants. He wasn't even done slipping on his red sweater when the door to his room opened. Janet stepped in. "Hey." She said.

Michael rolled his eyes and pushed his feet in black boots, he ran his hands through his hair, maybe she was here because of Diana. He thought.

"I was doing some thinking," she said, scrunching her eyebrows in a way only Janet could. "And I realized you never told me what happened."

"About what?"

"Were you kidnapped...?" She trailed.

Michael didn't want to have this conversation right now, he just wanted to wait until the sky turned dark so he could see Diana. "Janet, it doesn't matter why, or how I left. What matters is I'm here."

"But what about how we found you? Unconscious, bloody and broken, Michael I thought you were dead!" She nearly shouted. "Who did that to you? And don't say some random guy. That statement was a lame lie." She said, rocking her head back and forth.

"I don't know." He said, avoiding eye contact. "Maybe it was someone random." Michael reached behind her and grabbed a leather jacket. He pulled it on his arms over his red sweater and then pulled a casual black and white cap on his head.

"You're lying! And you're doing a pretty good job at it." Janet fussed, blocking the exit of his bedroom from him. "I take it back, maybe this mystery girl of yours isn't good enough. She's changed you."

"Janet, get out of the way."He said softly. "I promise, when I get back I'll tell you everything. Now move, please?"

She sighs. "I love you, but you've become annoying." Janet moved aside, and Michael leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

"That's what I'm here for." He called back to her.