Addicted To You #1 || MJ

9.

Unknown Number:

you should've gotten rid of the slutty chantelle ages ago.

Michael hid the message and rested his head against the window. It had already been an hour, and there was a maximum of another hour to get to the end of Mystical Cove which was practically on the verge of being outside of the town.

"Mind if I sit here?" a voice that had a tinge of high pitch called.

Michael looked up. "Tisha?"

Tisha looked different than before. She had removed her foundation and now was her normal skin colour. Her lips were now her thin and natural size. She wasn't wearing any makeup. Michael thought she looked pretty without any makeup. She had on a sundress that came to her knees. A major change from her fake and revealing self.

Tisha gave his the most faintest smile. "Yep. So mind if I sit here?"

Michael took his mini backpack from the seat next to him and dropped it onto the floor. "Be my guest."

"So, what's up? Erm...I saw, but didn't hear, you and Chantelle arguing. I'm not trying to be nosey but are you alright?" Tisha sat next to him.

Michael stood up and looked to the back. There was Chantelle, laughing with the Elites and the Crusaders. Michael sat back down.

"I'm grand. Are you alright?"

"I'm grand too. Lets just say that we're fooling everybody but ourselves. Want to watch a movie?" Tisha got out a purple tablet.

"Sure. Cartoons?" Michael moved the tablet to the middle of both of them.

"Definitely cartoons," Tisha smiled.

★★★

Michael had already put his suitcase and backpack in his assigned room-he still couldn't believe that everyone had their own rooms, after all these years.

A knock on his door.

"Come in," Michael took his blue earphones out of his ears.

It was Luna.

"What is it?" Michael turned his playing music off on the music player which Chantelle had bought him.

"Michael, you told Latoya. You told Latoya to tell Chantelle. This isn't going well. Can't we just tell them that it was a joke-to test Chantelle's trust in you?" Luna sat on the edge of his bed.

"Her trust in me has already been tested. It's clear that she doesn't trust me."

"She's heartbroken."

"She wasn't heartbroken on the train," Michael put one earphone back into his ear.

"She is. Trust me. One moment, there's a smile on her face, the next, there isn't. Come on Michael," Luna shook his knee.

"Stop that! Ok! When should we tell them?" Michael thought that this idea was actually good.

"We'll get them into the living room while everybody's at dinner."

"Ok." Michael put the other earphone in his ear and turned on his music.

"What are you listening to?" Luna took one earphone out of Michael's ear and placed it in her ear.

"Piano music I created," Michael turned the volume a little louder.

"It's wonderful. You're really good."

"Thanks," Michael smiled.

"By the way, Happy Belated Birthday," Michael took out a flower patterned notebook and a flower patterned pen.