Michael POV
Jezell and myself sat in the living room, watching TV. Life is boring without kids. Jezell was fun but I need the whole gang here to have fun. I always feels this way when the kids leave. Only for a few days though. I just want to be comforted but my wife is being stuck up.
"Is it true? Paul Walker and Jasmine Jackson a thing? No way! Tune in a seven thirty for the interview." A reporter said.
I put my hand on Jezell head. Jesus. So now, those two are serious. It hit me that Jasmine was now a grown lady. I can't tell her what to do now or anything. What's happening?
Whitney came in with popcorn, just in time and sat down on the floor.
"So, Jasmine, you're the daughter of Whitney Houston and Michael Jackson. How do you deal with the fame?"
"How do I deal with the fame?" Jasmine frowned. "Well, I don't feel like I'm famous. I am? I honestly believe that my parents are the pop stars. Just because I'm one of their kids doesn't mean I'm famous, you feel me?"
"I do indeed. Paul Walker. Wow. How are you? By the way, I love your movie."
"Thank you and I'm fine." Paul nodded.
"Now when I say you two kissing at the airport, I screamed. I couldn't believe it. How did you two meet?"
Paul looked at Jasmine. They both giggled...uhm...
"Well, every year for Christmas, my family meet up at Neverland to spend the holidays. And the year before last, we all watched The Fast and The Furious. And I said I wanted to meet them and know how much fun it would be to make a movie. Then Daddy told me that I'll go to a dinner with them and the rest is history." Jasmine said.
"Paul?"
"Uhm, Michael called me one day while I was in London. It was around two thirty in the. Morning. He asked about when I was coming back to L.A and we set up a date with some of the cast and myself."
Jasmine smiled and pushed hair from her eyes.
"Jasmine, you're the oldest right?" Diane asked.
"No. Uhm, Brandon is."
"How did it feel growing up with many siblings?"
"Uhm.... Uhm... I would say I was always the fighter. Me and my siblings are distant. I mean we all have that one link. Zayne and Brandon or Cherokee and Jez. Me and Letty." Jasmine explained. "But we'lll always love each other."
"Paul, what number are you?"
"Three."
"Are you and ya siblings close?"
"Yeah." Paul nodded.
"I just can't believe this. Now, I know, I shouldn't but I have to because that's how I get my questions, I was reading a tabloid and it said that you and Whitney fought.
Jasmine giggled. "No. I am a fighter but I will never put my hands on my mother."
"How did you feel when you read it?"
"I honestly didn't know that was said. I was taught a long time ago that tabloids can ruin ya life. So I don't read them."
"That's my girl." I whispered.
"Paul, your take?"
"Same how I felt when they said we're faking it or that we sleep in different rooms." Paul shrugged. "Uncaring."
"That's my boy." Whitney snarled.
I sucked my teeth.
"So, Paul, when is there gonna be a ring on that finger?" Diane smiled.
"Oh, sorry, I'm terrified of commitment."
Jasmine smacked his arm and he laughed.
"Fine, I don't know. I wanna keep it a surprise."
"Jasmine how do you feel about things said about your parents?"
"Wow. With my mom, she's a diva so ya know they're gonna target her to try and break her mean wall. But my mom wasn't a crack head, well from what I know and my parents will tell me if she was. She didn't miss my first year alive. Its bullshit. And Daddy being gay? Its crazy and that he molested boys. Come on. Let's be rational, he has a sexy wife. Why he need to touch little boys when a great vagina is right next to him?"
Diane eyes got huge, Paul coughed, I grimaced and Whitney grinned. Jezell had fallen asleep. Jasmine tends to get very nasty when she's mad.
"Its said that he molested his own kids."
"What? We all have big mouths, trust if we were molested, we'd tell. My Daddy loves us. What's wrong with love? I mean, you love your family right? How come they aren't dick riding you, right? He can't sign a fan arm with them saying he wants to fuck her or him! Its fucking crazy!"
"Okay, uhm, Whitney once said crack is whack."
"Because it is, the fuck?" Jasmine said. Paul nudged her. "I am twenty years old, I would know if she was a junkie."
Jasmine rolled. She then said something to Paul.
"Again?" He then looked at a confused Diane. "Her stomach hurts."
"I just have one more question. Where do you see yourself in ten years?"
They shared a look, laughed then said together, "With a nice, many cars, happily marriage, two kids, one more coming, and happy life..."
- It's been a long day without you my friend . And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again .
-I'm in my feelings tonight .
-Legit for two hours I'm blasting Crossroads by Bone Tug N Harmony . I'm crying and then decided to watch MJ so I'm a mess . I frfr miss MJ . I'll see in heaven hopefully not soon .
-Love u Chicken Wings
-ChunkyMonkey
