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CHAPTER FOUR: BURNING AMBITIONS
january, 1984 los angeles, california
"Showin how funky and strong is your fight! It doesn't matter who's wrong or right" As the lyrics from Beat it blared through the speakers of my radio, I stood in the reflection of my mirror and curled the tips of my hair while looking over at Michael who was dancing along to the song. I shook my head and laughed at his actions.
"Do you ever stop dancing?" I chuckled before placing the curling wand down in front of me. Through the mirror reflection, I watched him walk up behind me with a smile plastered upon his face. "Mmm, not really" he smiled, talking in the same soft tone we all shared. I sent him a glance before shaking my head and turned my back on the mirror.
I dragged my feet over to the closet door, sliding it open as I walked in to choose today's outfit. I had nothing much going on today other than my promise I made to the kids, to take them back down to the park later this evening. As of right now, I had no reason to be getting dressed as the only I was engaging in this afternoon was resting on the sofa while watching a few shows on the television until the time arrived.
As my eyes scanned through the many choices of clothes I had, my mind settled on a oversized light blue sweater and a pair of leggings to match. As I collected the pieces to my outfit, I turned back on my heels and departed from my closet before sliding the door back closed.
"So, what time do you guys shoot the commercial?" I asked of Michael, turning to his direction as I realized he was no longer in his previous spot but now rested on the edge of LaToya's bed.
"In just a few hours. You sure you don't want to join?" He interrogated. I gave him a tight lip smile before pulling the white pair of socks from my bottom drawer.
"Not this time, I really just want to relax for the day until I take the kids later. Plus, my show is on in a few and I don't wanna miss it" I replied.
"So, a TV show is more important than your brothers? hm, nice to know" Marlon peaked his head through the doorway of my bedroom, wearing a teasing smirk. I looked to him and sent a glare before jolting a pair of socks his way. "I didn't say that, dingus" I seethed and produced an annoyed eye roll.
"You didn't deny it, either"
"Marlon, get out of my room!" I demanded, wearing a ghosts of a smile as I turned my back on him.
"Nehh, I think I'll stay and annoy you some more" he bragged, I rolled my eyes and looked back at him. "Oh so you know, you're annoying?" I hoaxed with a toothful smile. he laughed and nudged my head. "Hush up"
