Wait...but you're like...my best friend!?: A Jackson Five Fanfiction

Humble Beginnings

Is that a pimple? I thought.

School was back in session.

Sixth grade was the current challenge.

At the sound of a raspy voice coming down the hall, I closed my locker and skipped over to meet a cheerful Jermaine.

"Hey! There you are! I was looking for you and you were right in front of me," he said.

I laughed, "Well I'm gonna call you mister mole rat now, 'cuz you can't see."

"I can see!" he exclaimed.

I teased him as we strolled down the hallway. School had just ended and we were on our way to find Tito.

"What did you get on that math test today?" Jermaine asked me.

"100," I replied.

"Ugh, of course you did. I'm gonna call you elephant brain 'cuz that's what you are."

"Whatever. At least it's better than being a blind mole rat."

"If I was blind, I wouldn't be able to see that huge pimple on yo' head."

"Heyy! It's not even that bad!"

"Don't worry, just put some toothpaste on it."

"How do you know that will work?"

"I saw it in a commercial once."

We were coming up on the band room when we saw Tito standing at the door peeking in.

"What's good Tori?" I said.

"SHHH!"

"Don't shush me!"

"Bro what are you doing?" whispered Jermaine.

"I'm watching this guy play the guitar."

"Why don't you just go in there?"

"Because I don't want him to see me."

We stood beside him and watched the boy play his guitar. He was amazing. Every note was flawless and the song he played was groovy with a funky sound.

"Man, he's good," I said.

"I know, I wanna try that someday," Tito said, in awe of the musician.

"Come on Tito, we gotta go get Mike and Marlon," said Jermaine.

Tito turned his head and a big smile appeared.
"Race ya!" he exclaimed running down the hall.

Jermaine and I laughed and started into a mad dash out of the school and to the elementary building down the street. Tito and I ended up a good minute behind Jermaine when he reached the school. Michael and Marlon, their younger brothers, came out of the school and they started walking back toward us with Jermaine. We sat down on the sidewalk, exhausted.

"How does he do that?!" I asked him.

"I have no idea. He's been practicing a lot lately. Baseball tryouts are tomorrow after all." Tito replied.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," I said, breathing hard, trying to regain enough air to fill my lungs.

"Hey, did you know that Jermaine likes-"

"Jay!" shouted Michael, as he ran up to hug me.

"Hi, Mike! How was your day?"

"It was great! I got to sing a song in front of my whole class."

"Cool! You're a great singer, so I bet they loved it."

"Yeah, they did. My teacher's even gonna let me perform in the school talent show!"