Bad ➰Michael Jackson

Part 13

                            Part 13

"Yo, get up! How long you gonna be laying around like this man." A hand tugs at her blankets and yanks, nearly pulling the cover off of her. Shaka groans and jerks it back up over her shoulders, burying her head underneath her pillow.

Someone smacks the back of her butt hard and sucks their teeth, ignoring her muffled protests.

"It's been three weeks since he left man, it's time for you to get up and do something with yo life." Arnold snaps pulling the cover completely off of her. She yells in annoyance and turns to look at Arnold and Max, hair falling in her face.

She squints her eyes at them both, attitude every where on her face. "Why my mom let ya in? She knows I'm sleeping right now." She asks, albeit pretty bitterly while attempting to close her eyes back. Someone throws a pillow at her face.

"Un un, get yo skinny ass up. You sleep all the time now." Max dodges the pillow she throws back at him, placing a 'stern' look on his face.

"I'm tired!" She whines, moving her legs and throwing a fit. Arnold laughs at her, his brown box sticking straight up on his head.

"You're not!" He says in the same tone she was using. She mugs him before conceding and getting up, pushing him as she slowly leaves her bedroom. Down the hall she uses the restroom and brushes her teeth, washing her face after.

She walks back into her bedroom and looks at Arnold and Max who made themselves at home, Arnold lounging on her bed with Max sitting at her small desk in the corner. She flops down on the bed next to Arnold and nearly falls off as he pushes her, making her sit back up irritated.

"Hey!" She complains.

Arnold makes a face at her, adjusting the thick scarf around his neck.

"Don't get too comfortable. We going out today." He says.

"And who said I wanted too?" She remarks, flicking Arnold off when he mushes her head.

Max stands up and takes a seat on the end of the bed. He watches their antics with an amused smirk, twirling one of her old knickknacks in his hands.

"We did, now get ya ass up." He says, tossing the small elephant on top of her bed and smacking his hand on a firm thigh.

Shaka rolls her eyes heavily and flops back down on her bed, bumping into Arnold in the process.

"Imma have to pass guys. I don't feel too hot. My head hurts." She lies, closing her eyes and attempting to go back to sleep.

Arnold thumps her forehead, making her grimace and swat him away.

"Yo, stop lying. Everytime we come over here your head hurt, your stomach hurt, you on your 'period' or you tired. You don't miss that boy that bad to not hang with us."

Max tries a softer approach. "Let's go out tonight and take your mind off things. You'll feel better."

Shake sighs long and hard and continues to stay still. She hears Max huff and then he grabs her ankle, pulling her off the bed unceremoniously. Instead of complaining she finally stands up, knowing that with the two of them here it was gonna be like that the whole time they stay.