"Wow! My second time in The Jackson's residence! This is a big score for me!" Mayte said happily.
"This is where you live? I thought it would be a trailer park or a simple house in the urban era. And your a Jackson too?" Crystal questioned.
I rolled my eyes at Crystal's stupid comment. I called Mayte to come over to discuss something very important. Crystal just so happen to show up with her. I decided to start an investigation on Michael. Those files had me wondering if they're any evidence based on these articles. They sound realistic so they have to be true. Who knows, they might lead to a unsolved murder. If Michael is responsible for it, i want to confront him myself & take him down. I'm not so sure if I want Crystal present for this specific discussion or involved. She probably can't hold water & will spill it everywhere. She probably made friends at the police station that night of her arrest. But despite her nastiness & bougieness, she could be trustworthy? Is it worth the risk? Should I give her a chance?
"Yes i live here & Yes I'm a Jackson too." That last part was a little hard to come out. Its not true but I have to lie. Everyone can't know about Prince. Otherwise, hell is gonna break loose.
"I'm in love with your collection!" Mayte went through my vinyl collection.
"Some of this shit look tacky. Well, what do you expect from a tacky person? I can't imagine what your family wears on the daily basis." Crystal ran her fingers across my dresser as if dust was on there.
"I know you ain't calling nobody tacky." She's the only one that's looking tacky. Who wear's a oversized sweater with khaki pants & heel boots? A stuck-up bitch like her that thinks she knows it all. Ugh.
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"What's in your closet?" Mayte walked towards the closet.
"Nothing exciting, just regular clothes." I'm not the type to brag about what I buy or how much I spend. There's nothing but my everyday clothes in there. I hid my designer clothes in the back. Just case, Janet or Latoya want to borrow my tops. (We're all the same size.)
"Probably some shit from Goodwill or the salvation army. Its good that your doing some charity work for the children & stuff." Crystal said half-smiled. I'm starting to get pissed off by her smart mouth.
"Do you have a problem, Crystal?"
"No, I don't."
"Well it seems like you do. I know you don't like me & I don't like you either. We ain't gotta be friends nor like each other, you know."
"That's fine with me! I don't want to be friends with a sore loser." She pointed with her acrylic pink nail.
"A loser that has a good heart & is willing to protect their love ones. You should read about good people if you know how to read."
