tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

March 4ᵗʰ ─ 4:00 ᵃᵐ

I had took a quick shower, dressed in a white hoodie and black jeans, and I was under the roof of the gas station, avoiding the heavy rain.

Thankfully, no one had stopped for gas yet.

A silver station wagon pulled up into the gas station, parking in front of the gas tanks. Three dark figures stepped out, and it was only when they stepped into the light that I saw who they were.

The Jackson trio I'd asked for.

My eyes landed immediately on Michael, he was the shortest of the two. Which I found a bit cute, he'd been wearing a black leather jacket and his hair was messed, as if he'd been running his hands through it and it was damp with rain.

His eyes met mine, water was running off his eyelashes and the dark color of his irises were the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen.

His sister was sporting a bun at the top of her head and Jermaine's hair was still smoothed back as usual, though I don't see how it couldn't have gotten ruined by the rain.

"Hey." Said Janet, approaching and hugging me. I hugged her back, feeling as though I was loved. "It's good to see you free."

When she stepped back, Jermaine came in instantly, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and sighing of relief. "Glad you're okay."

I muttered a thank you, turning my expecting eyes on Michael, hoping for just this one moment, that he'd come forward and take me in his arms, to hold me until I was alright. But he didn't, he stepped back though, sniffing.

"Okay," I said in a rough voice. "There's something I need to tell you guys." I was scared, terrified of what their reactions would be.

There was silence, shifting on feet.

"I stole the Rowan Masterpiece."