Michael Jackson Imagines

He's Your Uncle Final 2

Lisa's POV

I heard someone's footsteps and turned around to see Michael coming down the stairs.

"Good morning, baby!" I got up and walked to him.
"Lisa??!" he said surprised but rather in a bad way... "What are you doing here?" guess I was a bad surprise.
"What do you mean what I'm doing here! I decided to come visit you, can't your girlfriend come to your house? Or do I have to call your manager and make an appointment first?"
"Please don't start from the morning..." he placed his hand on his forehead, walking to the sofa "My head hurts so bad.."
"Did you get your ass drunk again?" he sighed and plumped on the sofa.
"Please Lisa..."
"'Cause that has become like a habit of yours lately." I put my hands on my waist. "Getting drunk and stuff..."
"Can you please hand me the pack of cigarettes? It's right over there." he pointed. I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Do I look like your personal maid?"
"Lisa you're impossible in the morning, do you know that?" he got up and grabbed the pack himself then returned to the sofa and sat down on his spot. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"Dammit Michael! You know how I hate the smoke! Would you please get rid of this cigarette and smoke when I'm not around?"
"In case you've forgotten, this is MY house and I have all right to smoke in MY house whenever I want."
"Oh really.. and what about me YOUR girlfriend? Don't you care about what I want?"
"Oh God..." he buried his head in his hands, the cigarette between his two fingers in his right hand. It was so close to his head that the smoke went through his skin and curls.

He really got me mad and I decided to just leave but then YN came down the stairs.

"Good morning, Lisa." she greeted.

I decided to stay.

And watch them.

"Good morning, YN!" I pretended to be nice and sweet and if this bitch was fucking my man, hell was gonna break loose. "Did you sleep well?" in Michael's arms....
"Yeah... kind of."
"I see. Come sit down with us!" I invited her.
"I don't have-" before she was able to decline, I took her hand and led her to the sofa, purposely making her sit right next to Michael and I sat on her other side. I noticed how her muscles flexed when she got close to him and he got nervous, inhaling deep from his cigarette to relax his body and hide his nervousness, caused by his little niece. He didn't even look at her nor did she. They both moved their legs away from each other so that there won't be any risk of touching. 

In this moment, I was absolutely sure there was something very inappropriate going on between them.

"Now, why don't you tell me about your party last night?" she immediately got nervous, her eyes flicked to Michael for a second. "From this mess I can tell it was crazy... am I right?"
"Aham..." she begun rubbing her palms against her knees.
"Only aham? Really? C'mon you can tell me!"
"Well... it was really nice but I have to admit, it got a little out of control... and when Mi- I mean uncle returned home... he got little mad but other than that it was epic."
"And what about your boyfriend Sebastian?" Michael looked at her with angry eyes.
"He had a good time too..."
"He's not her boyfriend." his voice cut like a sharp blade. We both looked at him. "That little boy is trouble and he's not for YN." he angrily slammed his cigarette against the ashtray to put it out, got up and said "I'm gonna go make me some coffee." then disappeared into the kitchen.
"What's with him today?" I leaned against YN's ear and whispered. She shrugged her shoulders.
"I have no idea..."

Oh yes, she had but didn't wanna tell me. Maybe she didn't blow him properly last night so he was angry now, or she was cheating on him with that Sebastian... who knew!

However, my name won't be Lisa if I don't find out what's really going on between those two.