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"cmon jackson!" i giggled as we played air hockey in our basement. "okay i'll ease up on ya" i bit my lip focusing on the game. "nuh uh, your cheating" he laughed as he attempted to block me from hitting a goal but failing.
"and that would be my 10th point i believe" i chuckled evilly, sticking my tongue out at him. "how do i put it simply.. i was letting you win" he leaned back on the table nodding his head in attempt to look cool.
"your silly" i chuckled getting a soda from the fridge. "i'm going upstairs" i laughed walking upstairs to my room talking to michael and my brothers, i had an idea for an outfit i had to get it out before i forgot it.
I sat down at my desk, i turned the lights off in my room. The lamp that sat neatly on my wooden desk began to flicker as i turned it on, it lit up my workspace perfectly. I chuckled to myself as i opened up my sketch book, it was too quiet.
I got up and walked over to my record player, i put on princes 'purple rain' on. As it began to play i sat back down nodding my head to the beats as i drew carefully putting in as much detail in as i could.
It was a black military jacket with red detailing, with a matching black pants and once again— red detailing.
"knock knock" michael smiled while leaning on my door. "jesus michael" i laughed as i jumped. "whatcha doin? and blasting my rivals music yikes" he came in and layed on my bed that was next to me, obviously joking about princes music. "hey! do not disrespect the prince ok?" i shot him a jokingly 'seriously' look. "but, i like to style outfits, and i'm just doin some drawing i guess" i smiled finishing up the drawing.
"first of all, there is a reason he is prince and a reason why they call me the king of pop" he smirked in confidence. "don't get all cocky now, jackson" i snickered.
"wow.. ads that's actually amazing" michael chuckled pointing to the drawing. "thanks applehead" i giggled. "can i see more?" he looked in my eyes, genuinely intrigued.
"sure" i passed the book too him as he flicked through the pages carefully, examining them every one of them. "Lay.. you got a real talent here- i mean not JUST drawing slash sketching but these outfits.. there truely amazing" he scoffed in amazement.
"your truely think so?" i furrowed my eyebrows. "you have to do something with this.." he paused thinking. "i think i probably should" i chuckled taking the book from his hands.
"be my stylist" he blurted out. "michael what!? are you crazy" i laughed thinking he was joking. "Grumps i'm dead serious, i want you to style me" he sat up excitedly.
"this is true talent!" he grinned pointing to the book. I blushed slightly. WHAT DONT BLUSH.
"see you even think so, your blushing" he giggled. "your walking on a fine line smelly" i squinted my eyes. "hey! i just offered you a job and your threatening me? wooooow" he acted offended. "well, i have to go" he got up standing behind me. "think about the offer adelaide" he whispered in my ear. It literally sent chills down my spine all i was able to do was nod.
holy shit.
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[ a/n: i'm sorry for the short chapters 🥴 but as the story goes on and things start to happen then that's when the chapters will get longer it's just getting to that part hahah, anyway i hope you enjoy <3 ]
