Addicted To You #1 || MJ

2.

Michael stared at the piece of paper, unsure of how to react. How did the slip even get into the cooler? Janet and the others were constantly taking refreshments out of the cooler, so how did the paper get in there?

Maybe it was a trick that his siblings had done. Michael thought about it. Janet never played tricks, Latoya couldn't be bothered to and the Jackson brothers would burst out laughing if Michael was the one who opened the cooler on the beach. So who put the slip there? The Elites? Michael's head was beginning to hurt. He'd have to think about this later.

"Hey, Michael!" Chantelle shouted.

Michael quickly folded the slip of paper and stuffed it into his pocket. Michael now took a sip from his icy coke, attempting to act like there was nothing wrong.

When Chantelle reached the bench, she sat down on it and took an orangeade drink out of it.

Michael finished the bottle, without saying a word.

"Mighty, you must be thirsty!" Chantelle closed the cap on her orangeade.

Michael nodded and threw the bottle into a nearby bin. He tried to not think about the slip of paper. It was beginning to become a big deal to him.

"I was speaking to a friend on the phone. Apparently, there's this fashion show competition the day after tomorrow. Anybody can enter. There are many rounds. There isn't any semi-final. The rounds deduct people until the final," Chantelle tied a lace on her canvas shoe that had come out of the knot.

"What's this competition called?"

"Mistylicious."

"Cool name."

"The first round is kind of like an audition. We have to strut, or whatever down the catwalk. You know, show them what we can do," Chantelle informed him.

"Oh, right. And where is this happening?" Michael wanted to know.

"Hm...don't worry about that now," Chantelle brushed his question off.

"Why do you want to enter? Do you want to be a model?" a smile crept up on his face.

"I don't know. I just want to show off my skills," Chantelle shrugged.

Michael nodded. He took a tropical fruit drink from the cooler and opened the cap. He sipped at it. Chantelle snatched it out of his hands and drank a lot from it.

"Chantelle? My mouth was on there!" Michael was disgusted.

"So what? You're practically my boyfriend," Chantelle closed the cap.

Michael laughed. "Does your dad know about you entering?"

"I've already filled out the form and given it to them. My dad gave me permission to go if I behave. I do, so he's going to let me anyway! Could you come to the Cove Shopping Centre with me tomorrow? Please?" Chantelle kicked his knee gently.

"Sure. Only if you throw in an iced coffee," Michael put out his hand.

"Sure," Chantelle shook his hand.

★★★

Chantelle came knocking at the Jacksons house at half eleven. Michael opened it, already dressed in a black and white striped shirt and blue jeans.

"Hi, you ready?" Chantelle gave him a smile. She was dressed in a floral playsuit and blue sandals. Her frizzy hair had been packed upwards. Whenever she moved, the curls bobbed up and down.

"Yep. Lets go," Michael closed the door behind him and walked hand in hand with Chantelle.

The door opened again. It was Katherine. She gave Michael and Chantelle a loving smile.