Addicted To You #1 || MJ

1.

-This story takes place in 1978 but technology, such as phones, laptops, mp3 players etc, is accessible.

Michael, his sisters Janet and Latoya, Jackie and Tito were at the beach. It was a hot day and they thought the only way to cool down was to decompress at the beach.

"Latoya!" Michael blocked Latoya's squirt of water with his large hands.

"Goodness, this must be one of the hottest days ever!" Latoya swam a little in the dark blue sea.

"Have to agree with you. This sea has to be the most relieving option for us to cool down! The sea is our only option in fact!" Janet brought her body upwards from the sea, sat herself on the golden sand and allowed only her legs to be left in the sea.

Latoya looked over to her right. Her expression went from happy to quite miserable.

"What's up Tori?" Jackie licked his ice pole.

"Hey, Tori!" Tito jumped into the sea, making waves faster and thicker.

"It's them. The stupid posse. They're the girls I've been telling you about constantly. The girls that don't allow girls who aren't 'pretty' into their group. They're basically made out of plastic! I don't know why you hang out with them guys," Latoya shook her head.

"Don't worry Latoya. They just don't allow natural looking people into their posse. You're pretty. Don't fret," Janet took a lemon lolly from Jackie.

"You know why Mother makes us. They are fake but they pretend to be the most respectful and polite girls in the universe. Mother loves girls like that. She wouldn't believe us if we told her. She always says that we should date them. But I tell her we're just friends," Michael caught an ice pole that Janet threw to him.

Latoya pretended to retch. "I feel so sorry for you. Glad I'm not you. And speaking of the plastic barbies..."

All of them turned their heads to the posse which had just walked towards them. They laid out their matching blankets-pink and blue spots, on the sand and allowed the scorching sun to hit against their skin. The 'Elites' they were called. Four girls.

Janet huffed. "Do you people mind?"

A girl with short brown curly hair propped herself up on her elbows. She took off her designer sunglasses. "Excuse me, we don't speak to people who are full of trash."

Latoya swam to the edge of the sea. "Don't talk to my sister like that-Litter."

"How many times do I have to tell you? It's Tisha! Not Litter!" she squealed.

"Just because you're known as the leader of your group, doesn't mean you can talk to my sister like that," Michael folded his arms.

Everybody knew Tisha as the snobbish one. Always got what she wanted, always got the popular boys, always got extra attention because of her wealth. Her mother and father had a business called 'Beauty Tisha'. Tisha and her family were neighbours to the Jacksons. Rebbie always disposed 'Beauty Tisha' products-she hated Tisha, but Tisha always loved to have Rebbie around. Rebbie would usually hang around with her and her posse but it didn't mean she enjoyed it. Tisha called her one of her best friends, but Rebbie never called her that.

"I'm sorry Michael. Sorry Janet," Tisha smiled at Janet. She winked at Michael. She placed her sunglasses on and laid back against her blanket.

Tisha was always flirting with Michael. The fact was, Michael never liked her. She was very fake. She made herself even paler than she was by wearing foundation, it was obvious she had whitened her teeth and expanded the size of her lips. Nope. Michael wasn't into fake, rude and snobbish girls like Tisha.