Michael Jackson X Reader

Sick and Tired

Your POV

You woke up to the sun shining. Michael kissed your forehead. "Good morning (f/n)." You smiled. "Good morning Michael." You got out of the bed and stretched. You walked to the bathroom. You got all cleaned up and went to the dining area. "Good morning (f/n)." "Good morning Marlon." Soon Michael came to the dining area. "Good morning Marlon." "Good morning Michael." "What's for breakfast today?" "Well, Bill went to pick up a few things from the store yesterday. So you just sit right there and I'll make some breakfast." Michael kissed you. You smiled. "Okay." Michael slaved over the stove. At last he sat breakfast in front of you and Marlon and then he got himself a plate. You all ate. "This is delicious." "Thanks." You all went to rehearsal. You finally arrived at the place. You got out the car. Suddenly, you were hit with a snowball. You looked around. Michael was laughing. You threw a snowball at him. A snowball fight between you and Michael broke out. At last it was over. You kissed Michael. "I love you Michael." "I love you too." Joe came over. "Boy, get inside, Now!" Joe pushed Michael. Michael walked inside. You were scared of what Joseph would do, since you and Joseph were the only ones outside. "I thought I told you to stay out of the way." "Yes Mr. Jackson." Suddenly Joseph grabbed your hat. "You want to play in snow, huh? I'm going to give you all the snow you want." He put a lot of snow on your head and walked away. You got the snow out of your head and walked inside. "Here you go." Joseph handed you your hat. You sat down. You tried to enjoy watching the Jackson 5 rehearse, but your head started hurting and your throat started hurting. "Achoo!" Everyone looked your way. "You better not be sick." "No Mr. Jackson I just, achoo!" Your nose became stopped up. You sniffled and you cough. "(F/n), go wait outside!" "Outside?" "I don't want any of my sons getting sick. They have to practice and perform. Now go outside!" "She's not going anywhere." "Why does it always have to be an issue with you Michael? She's going outside and that's it." "If she goes outside it will get worse. She's fine where she is." "You know what? You don't have time to be arguing. Go on over there and practice and she'll stay right here." "Achoo! Does anybody have Kleenex or tissue." Michael found some. "Here you go." Joe snatched them from him and threw it at you. You looked at Michael who was being held back by his brothers. "Don't do it Mike. You know Joe knows how to box." Jackie said. "Take 5." Someone shouted. Michael walked towards you. "Are you feeling okay?" Your throat was hurting, so you didn't say anything. You just gave Michael a fake smile. "When we get back to the hotel I'm going to take care of you." Michael gave you a sad smile. Joseph came over. "Get away from her. She is sick. Get sick and see what happens. Go on over there." "See you later (f/n)." Joe turned to you. "See? Now you're sick. Serves you right, hooker." You didn't even have the energy to be mad. Soon rehearsals ended. You didn't feel any better. You finally made it to the hotel suite. You climbed into the bed. Michael felt your forehead. "I think you have a fever. You just relax." Michael went out of the room and returned with some hot soup. You sat up. "Enjoy." You managed to eat the soup. Michael returned with some tea. "It has Lemon and honey and a cough drop. It's sure to make you feel better." You took the tea away from him. "Michael, why are you doing this?" "Doing what?" "Giving me stuff to help me feel better." "Because you're my girl." "The people who I thought were my parents never did this. They just let me be miserable." "I told you, you don't ever have to think about them again." You drunk the tea and fell asleep. You woke up the next day. "Good morning. Are you feeling any better?" You opened your mouth to speak. No sounds came out. You had lost your voice. "Don't worry I'll get you some paper and pen." He left out the room. You started coughing. Michael returned. You wrote on your paper: I'm still congested. Is it okay if I stay home today? "Of course. Help yourself to whatever is in the fridge. See you later." He left. Marlon came in the room. "Are you still sick?" You nodded. "Aw. Feel better." Marlon left. You blew your nose. You went back to sleep. You woke up later. You were hungry. So you made soup. You ate it. You smiled because you didn't have to deal with Joe today. You cleaned up your mess. The day dragged on. You felt better. You weren't congested any more. You stopped coughing and sneezing. You felt wonderful. You looked at the time. Michael would be home soon. You waited. Michael was running late. You wondered what he was doing. At last Michael and Marlon walked through the door. "Michael you're back!" You were shocked that you were able to speak again. Michael looked upset. "You got your voice back! Are you feeling any better?" "Yeah I feel great." Michael smiled. "That's fantastic."  "Hey Marlon." "Hey (f/n)." "Michael why are you late?" "We went out to eat. I got you carry-out." Michael put the carry-out on the table. "Thanks." The smile left his face. "Be honest. Did I get you sick by having that snowball fight?" "Of course not." "So how did you get sick?" "Well I have a weak immune system and it's cold and stuff." "I know you're lying." "Why would I lie to you?" "You tell me." "Fine. Joe took my hat off and put a bunch of snow on my head." "Oh. I can't stand Joe. Do you know that he spent the whole day talking about how much more peaceful it was since you weren't there? What on earth did my mother see in him anyways?" "I don't know." You ate your food. You threw your trash away and went into the bedroom. Michael was already in his pajamas. "I need my rest. We have a show tomorrow." "Okay." You climbed into the bed. "Goodnight Michael." "Goodnight."

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