michael and billie jean amor part9

The siguiente morning, Michael woke up to a horrible head ache. He sat up in bed, rubbing his head and flinching in pain. The phone por his head was ringing and he flinched at the annoying sound.

“What?!” he dicho as he answered the phone, his voice hoarse from last night.

He heard laughing on the other side and was confused. “Good morning, sunshine.” The voice finally dicho and Michael recognized it as his brother Jermaine.

Michael lay back down in cama and sighed, rubbing his eyes with his hand. “What do tu want, Jermaine?”

“Joseph wants tu for breakfast.” Jermaine said.

“Okay, I’ll be there soon.” Michael said, running a hand through his curly messy hair.

“I heard tu had a nice night last night.” Jermaine laughed then dicho something to someone, and Michael could hear his brothers laughing and talking in the back round as well. “Dude, tu were so loud, it woke me up, and I’m across the hall!” Michael didn’t know what he was talking about at first then froze. He looked under the blankets and saw that he was naked. He looked siguiente to him and there was no one there. He got out of cama and hung up the phone, looking around the suite to see if Billie was in there somewhere. When he got to the front door of the suite, he saw a note stuck to the door.

He pulled it off and read it,

“Last night was great. I had a fantastic time, but I don’t think this should happen again. I think we should make a clean break and end it here. Have a nice life, Michael Jackson.

Billie Jean.”

Michael read the note in shock. One, that he would never see her again. Two, she knew it was him the whole time? And she didn’t freak out? Michael went into his bedroom and took out sweat pants and a t-shirt. He grabbed his room key and walked out the door, to his brother’s room for breakfast, not once being able to get that pretty blond haired, blue eyed girl out of his mind.