tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)

March 4ᵗʰ ─ 11:00 ᵃᵐ

"What? No, no, I can't."

I could narrowly hear Michael from the hotel bathroom, I had literally just woke up and then I heard his voice, and just being nosy me, I hadn't gotten up just so I could listen in on his conversation.

"Please, just..." His voice was worried, and scared.

I was getting worried by the second, who was he talking to?

"Okay, fine. I'll do it. Just don't go near her." I heard him sigh, and then the tread of his footsteps as he entered the room.

I pretended to be asleep when he slowly got dressed, stole a glance at my "sleeping" form before disappearing out of the room.

I sat up in bed, sighing of disappointment that he left so early, I'd have like to see his tousled hair, drool or something.

Something about that phone call told me Michael was not okay.

Pulling out my cell phone, I dialed Janet's number. For a second I thought she wouldn't have picked up since last night.

"Diana, what in the heavens do you want, now?"

I sighed, wishing she wasn't hating me right now. "I think Michael's in trouble, we need to talk. Meet me back at the gas-station. I have to tell you something."

"Like last night?" She asked.

"Janet, please, just meet me there."

I hung up before she could say something snarky and hurt my feelings.