I was lying on my bed blasting MJ's Blood On The Dance Floor song in my ear buds; his music sounds even better when its really loud....
"God, I miss him.." I said aloud, looking at my Billie Jean poster.
Did his jacket just??? Pssh...No. My eyes must be playing tricks on me. His Jacket did not just sparkle... I must be tired or something.
I went back to listening to my song but I couldn't help it, I quickly glanced back at the poster and his jacket did sparkle! I yanked the ear buds out of my ears and threw my phone across the room.
I stood up on my bed to get a closer look at my poster. This can't be happening, is he..... Smiling?? I stared at the poster and his smile got wider.
I wanted to scream.
I quickly hopped off my bed and slowly backed into the dresser. Michael stepped out of the poster and onto my bed.
I stared in disbelief.
He got off of my bed and walked towards me with a smile on his face, "Are you okay?" He asked sweetly.
I shook my head, "Why in the world would I be okay?! I'm trippin', what was in that cookie I had earlier?..." I rubbed my forehead slowly.
Hurried footsteps came down the hallway and stopped at my door, it swung open, crashing against the wall, "DID SOMEONE SAY COOKIE??"
I jumped back staring wide-eyed at the second Michael Jackson that just burst into my room. He looked like he jumped straight off the cover of the Off The Wall album.
"What the literal hell--" I got cut off by a strange noise from the corner of the room.
As if things weren't weird enough out of the blue a cloud of smoke appeared. Michael and I turned to see what was going on. There stood Bad MJ and Ghosts MJ.
Bad looked Ghosts up and down, "Who the hell is this?" He pointed to Ghosts.
"Better question, why the hell are all of you here?" I asked looking at all of them, "I have to be dreaming, this cannot be real."
"What can't be real is how frickin' pale this dude is." Bad said eyeing Ghosts closely.
"Leave him alone." Billie Jean said calmly.
Bad turned to look at him, "And what are you going to do if I don't, sparkles?" Bad raised his eyebrow.
Billie Jean just stayed quiet.
I looked around at everyone almost in daze. I couldn't understand what was going on or why. As I was looking around apparently my gaze fell on Bad for a bit too long cause he ended up snapping me out of it.
"Hey! HEY!" He yelled, "Stop checkin' me out!" He growled.
"I wasn't checking you out!" I snapped.
"I'm too old for you. It would never work so look away." He dusted off his shoulder and turned his head away.
Just as I was about to defend myself, a cloud of smoke appeared........