You Ain't Bad || Michael Jackson

Chapter 47: Water Guns

*20th December 1988*

*Day three of Paris*

Wow, this holiday is going quicker than lightning! Halfway through already!

I wake up before Michael today. I decide to be a little playful.

I get out of bed, planning my every move carefully so I don't wake Michael. I head on into the bathroom. I take a glass from the side, by the toothbrush holder. I fill it with water, then creep back into the bedroom.

I hover over Michael, the glass firmly in my grasp.

"Michael.. Michael.." I whisper.

He twitches a little, then, as he starts to open his eyes.. SPLASH! I tip the glass of water over his head, making him shield his face in a flash.

"ARGH!" he cries, making me die of laughter.

"Good morning, sweetie!" I chuckle, trying to hide my amusement.

Michael opens his eyes and gives me a dirty look. He seems angry.

"You didn't have to do that," he growls.

I think he's genuinely angry at me now.

He's soaking. But his curls are dripping. He looks so.. so..

"It was only a bit of fun, Michael," I giggle.

I take his hand and pull him out of bed.

"It's only fun when I know it's gonna happen!" he protests.

Damn, he's angry.

"I'm sorry, Michael," I apologise.

What's rattled his cage this morning?

He stands himself up, and brings all his curls to one side of his head. Hmm, he just looks ten times hotter angry and wet.

Suddenly, his phone goes off. He checks who it is.

"Who was that?" I ask.

I look over his shoulder to see the sender's name, but only a number is seen. He hides his phone from my sight.

"It's none of your business," he hisses, before putting his phone away and changing his shirt.

Hmm, angry, wet and shirtless. I need to see this more. Even if the reason why he's mad is because of me.

"So, what are we doing today?" I ask.

Michael ignores me.

"Uh, didn't you hear me? I asked what we're doing today," I repeat.

He gives me another dirty look.

"Nothing," he replies, almost sounding dejected.

"Look, I know you're angry that I tipped that water over you, but seriously, this is a little too extreme! It was a bit of fu-- where are you going?" I ask, seeing him grab his coat and walk towards the door.

"Out," he replies shortly, before exiting the room and slamming the door on the way out.

I sit on the bed, seeing the water stain I left there from splashing Michael a few minutes back.

What's gotten into him today? I only poured a little water on him!

I place my hand on my stomach gently.

"Daddy's being a little strange today, baby. I don't know what's gotten into him. He.. uh.. be got mad for me pouring water on him. It was only a little bit of fun. I didn't wanna make him mad or anything, sweetie," I say.