💕Michael Jackson This Is It Imagines 💕

He "Attempts" To Fix A Leaky Faucet 🔧

There was a leaky faucet coming from underneath the kitchen sink and I suggested that we do something about it, like call a plumber.

But Michael wanted to try and fix it himself.

"Okay, I guess we'll see what happens. Good luck Michael".

I told him, and then went upstairs to tidy up our bedroom.

Michael had seen people doing this on TV plenty of times, so he thought that fixing a leaky faucet it would be easy.

After getting out a tool box from the garage, he carried it into the kitchen.

When he opened the sink door, one of the faucets was leaking water.

"I think the pipes just need to be tightened a little".

Michael used a wrench and used it to tighten the pipe, and that seemed to do the trick.

To test it out and see whether or not the faucet was fixed, the singer turned on the kitchen sink.

It seemed to be doing okay.

"There we go. Problem solved".

Michael closed the sink door, cleaning off his hands with a paper towel afterwards.

He was about to go put the tools away when all of a sudden, he heard another sound.

"Huh..."?

When he opened the kitchen sink door again, that same pipe that he had just fixed broke in half and spilled out a ton of water that sprayed him in the face.

"AAHH"!

Michael screamed as he tried held up his hands to block out the water.

I looked up from what I was doing and heard Michael calling for me, and ran down the stairs to see what all the commotion was about.

In the kitchen, water was all over the floor and the sink was turned on.

It was a complete mess.

And Michael was soaking wet and he was panicking.

"HELP ME F/N"!

He hollered.

I carefully stepped through the mess and reached out to turn to turn the sink off.

But in all the chaos and confusion, I slipped over on the wet floor.

"Owww! My ankle"!

I cried out in pain.

"Oh my God"!

Michael came over to help me.

After a long while, the king of pop had asked his bodyguards to call a plumber to come and help fix the leaky faucet.

"Don't worry, sir. We got you covered".

Bill reassured him, and then he and Javon went to go make some phone calls.

Michael tried to clean up as best as he could using a mop.

He even had to put out wet-floor signs so that the plumber would know to be careful when entering the kitchen.

As we waited in the living room for the plumber to arrive, Michael stayed by my side and took care of me while I recovered from my badly sprained ankle.

I wasn't going to be able to walk or put any weight on it for a while.

Right now, Michael was carefully wrapping a cast around my ankle to keep it in place.

Then, he proceeded to help me lay my ankle down on a pillow.

"I'm sorry F/n. I should've just let somebody else do that instead of trying to fix the sink".

Michael said to me, frowning.

He was sad because I was in pain and suffering with an injured ankle.

"No, it's okay Michael, baby. You didn't do anything wrong".

I smiled at him and held his head.

"But I made a huge mess in the kitchen and—"

"Shhh...calm down".

I gently shushed him like a mother would do to her child.

"It's okay, Applehead. I'm not mad at you. I promise".

I smiled again.

Michael moved closer so that he could sit on the couch next to me, and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and I snuggled into his warm embrace.