You Don't Know? (A Michael Jackson Fan-fiction)

5: You Don't Know?

I stretch a little and I hear Chris say "Girl we don't have time for stretching now get your butt in the got damn restaurant."

I roll my eyes but he's right. There's a lot paparazzis here. To think no one will be at a restaurant.

Why are they at a restaurant?

At least they haven't figured out who I've came with- yet.

I think all of these things as I walk in to the restaurant.

As I walk in and I silently wait for Michael and Chris. I look around and I see that I am not the only one dressed like a Grammy nominee, there are many women with dresses similar to mines.

As I see them approaching the door, paparazzis are surrounding them and I feel so bad for them.

Poor Michael. And Chris...

But mostly Michael.

He finally reach the door and the waitress, who is at the front, looks shocked but she is fast to return to her normal composure.

I can tell this restaurant is for the people with big money, so she probably was used to seeing celebrities. But that's Michael Jackson-not just any type of celebrity—

"Angel, come on." Michael calls out breaking me out of my train of thoughts.

"Oh." I say realizing the waitress is seating us.

She leads us to a booth and seats us. What can I get you to drink?" She asks in a sweet but professional tone.

As I sit down I notice someone on the far end to the left of us, and my heart drops.

It's my father. I haven't seen him since I was seven.  Really since the incident. He doesn't even know what happened, he was soppy drunk. I'm the only one, no one else knows.

I turn and sit down quickly so he won't notice. I bet he is so confused on why I didn't want to live with or see him any more, he's probably mad. I don't care. He should've nev—

"Ángel?" Michael calls.

"Oh, huh?" I jump as someone calls my name.

"Oh, sorry... what were you saying?"

"I said would you like anything to drink?" She politely repeats.

"Yes, I would like the virgin margarita with light lemons and limes."

Chris give me a "What the hell" look.

"Alright, I will have them back shortly." The waitress says.

"Lemons and Limes?" Chris says.

"What, that's how I like them?" I say innocently to Chris.

"Angel, why have you been blanking out all of a sudden? Is there something wrong?" He asks genuinely.

"Oh, I'm fine." I lie.

"Really Im fine, there is nothing to worry about." I assure with a smile.

"Alright." Michael says sitting back.

Michael and Chris is sitting on one side of the booth and I am on the other, sadly not next to Michael.