Michael Jackson Imagines (3)

He Has Lice (22)

"Oh my god Michael"!

I cried out knocking out on the bathroom door.

"Baby, what's wrong"?

The singer asked me, as he was standing in front of mirror.

"Oh Michael. This is so bad".

I knocked on the door again and again.

He came out wearing nothing but his boxers and blue jeans.

"Your pillow...it's got...it's got...".

Michael walked over to me with a worried look on my face.

Then, he saw some little black specks that was were all his pillow.

"What the heck is this"?

He asked, inspecting the fluffy white object.

"I think...you've got head lice".

I shivered at the thought of it.

Michael's eyes went wide.

"Oh for goodness sake! Now I can't do my shows until my head lice is all clear".

He walked out of the room with a look of disappointment on his face.

And he had to call Frank to tell him the bad news.