Dedicated to Nippy

1985 - suitcase

1985

"Whitney hurry up, go get him," Janet pushed.

"Okay, okay. I will," Whitney rolled her eyes.

"Michael?" She called as she looked around the house, "Michael?"

"Hey Whitney, I'm sorry for scaring you earlier. It was funny though, I have to admit your reaction was hilarious," Michael tried to hold back a chuckle.

"Oh, so you thought it was funny? ...Janet come get his ass."

Michael furrowed his eyebrows confused until Janet threw a bag of flour at his face. Michael groaned as the impact of the throw caused the bag to break against him and covered his upper body. Michael screeched soon realizing the powdery content wasn't flour but was itching powder. Whitney and Janet watched amused as Michael squirmed in his clothes.

"Don't ever scare her again, you asshole."

"It was supposed to be a j-joke dammit. I didn't know she'd start crying."

Janet rolled her eyes, "Come on Whitney."

Janet grabbed Whitney's hand and lead her to her room. She closed the door and sighed as she sat on her bed. Whitney sat next to her and sighed, "Is he gonna be okay?"

"He'll be fine. He's been through worse. I got him stung by a few bees one time."

"What? Oh my goodness," Whitney laughed.

"Would you like to stay over? For the next few days?"

"Really?"

Janet nodded, "Of course, you're new to Hollywood. You're gonna need a friend."

"Okay then, I'll just get some clothes and I'll come stay for the week. Jermaine won't be by here, right?"

"He shouldn't be... he um— no I don't think he'll be coming here anytime soon."

"Okay, well I'll go get my clothes and I'll be back tonight."

"How about I take you to get your stuff?"

"Mom... I'm staying at Janet's for the week. I'll be back on like Tuesday," Whitney said as she entered her mother's room.

"Janet? I don't know who that is. I need to keep an eye on you."

"Ma, you do not need to keep an eye on me. I'm fine. I'm grown. I'm met Janet Jackson through her brother and she wants me to stay over."

"Whitney you have a problem. You're not going anywhere with a female without me."

"I don't have a problem," Whitney argued beginning to get frustrated.

"Yes, you do. It's like there's something's wrong with you. It's like I didn't raise you right or something."

"There's nothing wrong with me. I'm fine the way I am. I'm leaving now." Whitney turned away from her mother. She dragged her suitcase behind her and walked outside to Janet's car. She placed the suitcase in the backseat and got in the front next to Janet.

"We ready to go?" Janet asked.

Whitney nodded and sat back as Janet drove on the road quietly. Whitney groaned at the unsettling silence and turned the radio on. Her jaw dropped hearing the familiar beat sound through the car's speakers.

"Oh my god... oh my god," Whitney said.

"What? What's wrong?" Janet looked between Whitney and the road.

"It's my song! It's my song, it's playing on the radio."

Janet turned the radio up and smiled, "Oh wow, it is you."

Whitney laughed as her young and energetic voice sounded through the speakers. She was becoming a star.

Short, I know. My bad the next chapter will be up soon.