tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

February 8ᵗʰ ─ 3:40 ᵖᵐ

⊱ Shay's POV

Michael hadn't rejected me. I felt thankful for that, as we exited his bedroom. He had taken off somewhere, and I was just thinking of the future we were going to have.

"Shannon?" I turned at the sound of Janet's voice, she was sitting in the lounge, in a victorian armchair. I could never get over how much she looked like Michael, so I was unable to call her unattractive.

I smile at her, taking a seat across from her. "Yes, Janet?"

"I think you should take a beat." She admits.

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion, though I had an inkling of what she was talking about. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Michael. You need to take a beat."

Now I could actually call her ugly, cause right now that's all she was to me. And I was angry. "If you think I'm pushing him to be with me-"

"I never said that," Janet stood up. "You're going to get hurt if you go there. I promise you."

"I know you're Michael's sister. But that doesn't make sense."

Janet sighed. "He's in love, Shay. With someone else, someone who isn't you. I'm sorry."

Now I am enraged, she was such a liar. "He's already told me there was no one else. So, I'm sorry to say this but I'm pretty sure you're lying."

Janet turns her back to me, walks over to the large bureau, her expression almost apologetic. She swipes out a thick Observer Magazine book and slaps it into my hands. "Think I'm a liar now?"

MICHAEL JACKSON SPOTTED KISSING MYSTERY GIRL! - It read, and I flipped to the reading page, desperate for more.

I found the photos, the two snapped by nosy reporters, he was leaning his head forward, kissing someone whose face was darkened by the trees shadow. I looked down and read the paragraph quickly.

I looked up at Janet. "The two seemed very close, and romantic?...Shared long looks of affection? Janet, It's obviously theatrical tabloid bullcrap." I say, not wanting to believe it and pushing the magazine back toward her.

"Then why didn't Michael deny it? Shay, there's someone else."

I shake my head, turning my back to her. "No, there isn't."

"Shay."

I turn at the dangerous note in her voice, threatening. Janet stared me down furiously.

"Stay away from him." Janet slips the mag back into the bureau and storms away in her loud heels.

Way to ruin my day, Janet Jackson.