Michael X 10

Chapter 101:🧡 END OF BOOK 1!!!

Three months later
Back to Y/N
11:00am
We were all up and dressed. Today is once again hot. We spent the morning just being lazy and stuff.

I was with Escape and Off The Wall since I haven't really spoke to them that much.

I was giving Escape a back rub since he said he had some light pains and Off The Wall was playing with my hair.

The others were around. Somewhere anyway.

"So how have you two been then?" I asked them.

They smiled at me then smiled at each other.

"Good." Off The Wall shyly spoke up.

"Yessir." Escape smiled.

"That's good. Did you both sleep well?" I asked.

They nodded again.

"Thriller give it back!" Jacksons whined as he jumped up for what thriller was holding.

It was some string.

"What's wrong?" Off The Wall asked.

"Well. I'm trying to sew up something but he's making things harder!" He whined.

"Thriller?" I called to him.

He pouted then gave it back before going to get some water from the kitchen.

He sat down at the table and began to drink it.

His ADHD hasn't been very controlled recently so that's been quite an issue.

He's been angry and very emotional and kinda aggressive.

Early this morning he pushed Bad then slapped Michael.

He stormed into the garden and wouldn't talk to anyone.

Now he's annoying Jacksons.

"Hey Thriller. Come sit with us. You'll be much calmer. Do you want a back rub or something?" I asked him.

Normally Escape would give me a look as in I think the fuck not you trick ass bitch.

But he had fallen asleep due to being relaxed.

Thriller nodded then sat on the other couch. He hasn't been very talkative like normal. But wacky.

Crazy.

I went over to him then began to rub his back.

Off The Wall cuddled Escape while he slept. He doesn't relax that much so it's good for him.

"Mhm Y/N." Thriller moaned as I rubbed his back.

"Hehe. You like that?" I asked.

"Yessir." He giggled.

From the corner of my eye o saw Off The Wall looking pale.

Huh?

He wasn't like that before. But for the past few days at around the morning he's been feeling nauseous.

He ran to the sink and threw up.

"Umm Off The Wall?" I called.

He looked at me with pain in his eyes.

"Umm. I have a pregnancy test. Wanna use it?" I asked him. Thriller looked up shocked.

"He can't be pregnant!"

"Just try it." I assured.

Off The Wall nodded and went to the bathroom.

The pair have been making out without protection. So I think Off The Wall is pregnant because he's a carrier.