Her Name Was Rose *Mj Fanfic*

Mami

A/N : The video above is the real music video from Under The Influence :D Watch it before you read or after lol.

*Rose*

12:45 am

Once I told my mom about the new plans she was ready to head over here. Luckily we were able to get a red eye flight from Boston to New York in time and for cheap.

Even though Boston is about two hours away driving I didn't want her driving anywhere and I wanted her here as soon as possible. I told her that I won't be meeting her until she gets later on because I have to go back to my house and make sure everything was okay and safe for the both of us to be in. Bill's going to accompany me so I feel good about that. Michael had made a disguise so that nobody would notice him at the airport when he got my mom.

"Are you ready?" I yell from the living room. Bill and I have been waiting for Michael for almost an hour, he wanted to make sure that he was undetectable to the public eye.

"Yes! I'm just trying to put on my mustache!" After about five minutes Michael finally emerged from the bedroom. He tucked his hair into a Oakland Raiders snapback, instead of his usual black slacks and button up shirt he donned a pair of Levi Strauss 501 jeans, an extra large black t-shirt, and a gray sweatshirt hoodie. He traded his signature loafers for a pair of Air Jordan III, and of course his trademark ray bans. Needless to say, it wasn't the Michael we all know.

"Not bad, Jackson, not bad at all." I clap. "The mustache is a little weird but hey, whatever floats ya boat."

"This mustache makes me look awesome. I might actually grow one out." He scoffs, playing with the fake hair on his face.

I roll my eyes and walk out the door. "Lets go!" We get inside the car that was parked in the back and started driving towards my house.

"Okay Michael, here's what you have to do when you get to the airport. My mom might not recognize you so we're gunna have those signs that have her name on it so that it's easier for her to find you." I pause and think of some pointers to give him so my mother and him will get along.

"When she comes up to you, she will be hard to grow accustomed to, if you think I'm bad, mami's worse trust me. She's quick to go off on people who even thinks about looking at her the wrong way. Us Boston chicks don't play so that's something to look out for. She's a fast talker in both English and Spanish so I hope you know fluent Spanish because she speaks both at the same time. She can't go a full sentence without speaking a Spanish word or two. Oh, and she curses more than me so don't correct her about her cussing, because you will be in a coma, and there's nothing I can do about that. Other than that, you'll be fine !" I finish with a smile, and when I look at Michael he looks like he's scared shitless.

"You good?"

Michael swallows hard, "Yep." He squeaks.

I laugh at his nervousness and look out the window to see if we're close to my house. "Bill after this light make a left and then drive all the way to the gate." Bill nods and I lean back, starting to feel nervous about coming back home. When I left people were literally camping outside, ready to bombard me with questions, or things. Now that these new accusations came out and they're worse than before, God knows what they could've done to my house.

"Hey, you okay?" Michael asks, breaking into my thoughts.

"Hm? Yeah I'm fine. Just nervous. I'm praying that nobody fucked up my house."

"Rosie you live in Westchester, in a super protective gated community on top of that. I know for a fact that nobody went anywhere near your house. Plus by the looks of it,-" Michael points to the front of the gates, where there's police officers surrounding the front, "I doubt anyone would try to get in there with the po-po out here."