It Could All Be So Simple...

Exchange

*In Ciara's Room*

Ivory: *yell* somebody better start talking and tell me what the fuck I just walked in on.

Jackson: *sits on the bed* *sighs* me and Ciara have been seeing each other for a minute now.

Ivory: You see each other everyday, I want details. Are you fucking? 

Ciara: I mean 

Michael: *walks up* what's going on?

Ivory: *cross my arms* they're fucking.

Michael: Oh shit. Damn.

Jackson: Please don't be mad. 

Ivory: I'm not mad, I'm pissed. After all I do for y'all? You go behind my back? 

Ciara: I'm sorry. 

Ivory: Ciara, I really don't wanna hear it right now. 

Michael: Hey, I gotta go to the hospital and get everything set up for the transplant surgery. Jackson, you're coming with me. We need to talk. 

Jackson: *stands up* *walks out with Michael* 

Ciara: *squints her face* please don't yell.

Ivory: *sigh* I'm calling Lala over and we're all gonna have a little girl talk. *go downstairs* 

*Later That Night* 

Lala: Okay, so are you gonna let them date?

Ivory: *run my fingers through my hair* I don't know. That just seems too comfortable to me. Think about when we were in high school. Two kids under the same roof dating? 

Lala: Yeah, that could be bad.

Ciara: It won't be. I promise. 

Ivory: Cece, I understand you have feelings for him, but you were sneaky. I can't trust y'all. Next thing you know we'll have two babies in this house. Hell no. 

Ciara: I don't want kids right now.

Lala: You're not acting like it.

Ivory: Exactly. 

Ciara: I really want to be with him Ivory.

Ivory: *sigh* look let me think about it, okay?

Michael/Jackson: *walk in* 

Michael: *kisses me* hey baby.

Ivory: Hey, where y'all been? 

Michael: I took him with me to a friend's house, we had a little guys night for my birthday. He needed some male advice. 

Ivory: Can I talk to you in the kitchen?

Michael: Yeah, come on *caresses my back* *follows me to the kitchen* what's up?

Ivory: I honestly don't know what to do about them. I can't just let them continue to date. It seems too lenient. Maybe I should call my dad.

Michael: No, don't do that. That'll make things way worse.

Ivory: Okay, then what do I do? 

Michael: I have an idea. Why don't you let Jackson move in with me? That way, they can still date, but they won't be able to sneak around the way they are now. He can finish out the rest of the school year at my house and then they're both off to college.

Ivory: *nod* okay, that could work, but they're both still grounded.

Michael: Oh, most definitely. 

Ivory: Alright, it's settled.