Michaels POV..I stood in silence, waiting for the lecture to begin. I really hated when this happened, because honestly...all I really want is their love and support. Why can't they just be happy for me? Instead of constantly jumping down my damn throat about 'Why I do this..' And 'Why couldn't we have done this together'. I'm tired of it all. The Jackson 5 days are over and it's a thing of the past.
Let it go.
"What? So now I'm supposed to tell you about every move I make?" I asked sarcastically,yet holding some seriousness behind it. Joseph glared at me as if he wanted to kill me dead on the spot. I looked away from his gaze.
"But what about us? You're just gonna leave us behind as if though nothing happened? You all of a sudden become a superstar and leave your family behind? What gives.." Randy ranted. I rolled my eyes, simply because I was getting tired of talking about this every time I came around my family.
"Randy-" I began but was soon interrupted.
"You need to do something with your brothers, Michael."Joseph spat,while glaring at me intensely. I looked at him as if though he had lost his mind. I honestly think he has..
"I don't need to do a damn thing,cause quite frankly,if I remember correctly, I wasn't the one who branched out first..that's where the problems began. So all of you,need to dedicate y'all's tired ass lectures to him,because I don't have time for it."I spoke while opening up my fridge and grabbing some fruit out.
Everyone stayed silent and watched as I cut me up some fruit. I mean...I hate to be blunt,but it's the truth. Things didn't start changing until after Jermaine decided to do his thing. And now that I've started to get into the groove of living my dream as a solo artist,everyone wants to drive a stick up my ass.DRIVE A STICK UP HIS ASS,HE STARTED IT!
"That's besides the point Mike.." Jermaine spoke. I turned around and peered at him.
"You are the point Jermaine..admit it..I'm right. I told you the day we were on the beach, and you said you were ready. I TOLD you...that you branching out was gonna cause a lot of problems,and that a lot of mess was about to happen if you did. I never had a problem singing in the group. I just got tired of everyone wanting to do their own thing and leaving me behind. So I did what I wanted to do,and now everybody wants a piece of the pie." I spoke,watching my brothers shake their heads and sigh." The only reason y'all are in my house,blaming this on me is because now that everything is beginning to fall down for y'all,you think that Little Mike can sing you all back to the top!" I screeched while waving my arms in the air.
Oh,I was making a scene..
"Well too bad! You should of put more thought into your actions." I said while reaching over and picking up my fruit bowl off the counter.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to eat my fruit in peace.Come on Buster!" I said while yelling out for my English bulldog.
I went and sat on the sofa, allowing Buster to climb on my lap. I took out my phone and texted Amora,since she was definitely weighing heavily on my mind.
To:Amora😘😍
Hey beautiful!I grabbed a few pieces of fruit and waited for my love to respond back. As I waited,I started feeding Buster some strawberries watching as he started slobbering all over the sofa.
Ew.
I finally felt a vibration,feeling super excited that Amora had text back. I grabbed my phone and opened it up,not prepared for what was next.
To:Michael
Please help me! I really need your-
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Fanfiction{This is a Michael Jackson fanfic} I can't stand Michael Jackson.Plain,and simple. Don't talk to me about him. Don't show him to me because I don't wanna see his face. Everybody around me loves him, but I want nothing to do with him. He's just anoth...