Addicted To You #1 || MJ

5.

Michael straightened the collars on his crisp white shirt. He looked straight in the mirror at his reflection and adjusted his afro. He tightened the black belt on his jeans. He rubbed a small amount of cologne on his neck and wrists.

He glanced into the mirror one last time before leaving his room.

Making his way downstairs, he felt his phone vibrate. He stopped on the last step. He opened the message.

Chantelle.

Can't wait for tonight x.

Michael smiled to himself. His head snapped upwards at the roaring laughter of his siblings.

"Michael! Man, you are looking fine!" Jackie clicked his fingers.

"You look more handsome than you normally do Michael. Where are you going?" Janet bounced in her sitting position.

"Somewhere," he mumbled, feeling the need to text Chantelle back.

"Sure Michael," Latoya giggled.

"Tell mother that I'm going out somewhere," Michael pressed the reply button.

Can't wait either. Be there to pick you up soon. x

"Got some hot date Michael? Make sure you introduce me to her," Jermaine smirked.

"But the thing is, you've already been introduced," Michael smartly said.
He grabbed his black leather jacket from the pegs, gaining 'oohs' and all sorts of noises from his siblings.

★★★

Michael sat in the car, slightly bobbing his head to the music that was playing in the car.

His bell ringtone started to play. He picked it up from his lap and looked at who the caller was.

Katherine.

"Mother?"

"Michael, is my boy going on a date?" Katherine chuckled.

"Maybe not, maybe so," Michael found himself grinning.

"With whom, may I ask?"

"I don't know," Michael laughed.

"It's Chantelle isn't it?" Katherine's voice grew suspicious.

"No more details, mother," Michael tutted.

"It is Chantelle! Wow! I always knew you'd date her! A great improvement from that Chaki girl that you used to date!"

"Mother, it's Chaka," Michael corrected her.

"Chaki, Chaka, it's the same difference!"

"Mother, it really isn't."

"Enough about that mannerless child. Have you kissed yet? On the lips? Are her lips nice?-"

"Sorry, mother...but...can't...hear...you...reception...bye," Michael disconnected the call. Katherine could ask too many questions sometimes.

His phone vibrated.

Unknown Number.

date with the slutty chantelle? have fun. well that's what you think. i'm thinking different.

Michael hid the message. He ignored the message. Today was his date with Chantelle. This person was obviously just trying to mess with his mind. This person wasn't going to ruin tonight.

Michael got out of his car. He walked up the steps and knocked on the door.

Luna opened it. Her hair was down and curly. Michael guessed that was the natural state of her hair.