How Do I Tell Him? :: An MJ Fan-Fic

Chapter 4

  Sadly, the hug lasted a few seconds - 32, to be exact. (Not like I was counting, by the way), but only because an annoying voice interrupted us. Of course, Brooke, of all people. She looked as though she was holding in a WIDE smirk, showing only a little.

  “WELL WELL WELL, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson!” she taunts playfully, sucking on a small lollipop. Sometimes I just HATE that woman.

Michelle Jackson though, sounds alright.

  Michael and I of course let go of one another, and face Brooke, who is in a high waisted floral swimsuit Leaning on the column of the kitchen, which is also a part of the living room since it is an open area.

  “About time for some swimming, don’t you agree guys? Get in your swimsuits!”

  Before either I, or Michael, could protest, the rest of the gang came out in their bikinis and trunks.

“Yeah I’m ready!!” Both Chyna and Autumn cheer, towels in one hand and a pounding fist in the other.

Justin and Austin follow.

It’s not like we could say no - we didn’t want any suspicion of last night. But if we get into them now, they’ll notice our garments are the only ones damp and that will surely spark up a nice conversation.

“Okay,” Michael says, getting up without a second thought. He changes, as do I. I just can’t WAIT to see what they have to say.

I slowly walk out of the restroom (where I changed) and head for the arch, leading to the indoor pool. Suddenly a force stops me.

“They’ll know we’ve been in already.” Michael says softly.

“I know, but we can’t just NOT get in, they’ll wonder why!”

“Well..” He stops to think. “I know!”

“What?”

I don’t get a response, just an index finger. He takes my hand and drags me to the restroom, closing the door.

I whisper loudly, “If you thought they weren’t going to think anything before..”

“I know, I know. Just trust me on this. It will take but a minute.”

Michael plugs in a hair dryer and moves it around our clothes for half a minute and hands me mine.

“Here just put it on, hurry.” He says while getting into the shower, moving the curtain so he is covered.

“But- here??” I ask, not budging.

“Yes here, we have to hurry before they come looking for us!”

I undress, and start to put it on, first the top, then the bottom. Before I could get the bottoms all the way up, a curious Chyna walks in, looking for me, seeing me with my bikini down to my knees. I quickly pull them up.

“Relax, it’s just me!” she laughs, assisting me with tightening the strap of my top. “We’re all girls here. I knew you were in here, just wanted to ask where you and Michael are.”

“Nowhere! I mean..Well..I’m here, and he’s...well I don’t know.” I quickly lie. BOY, I am not good at that.

She shrugs normally as we walk out, but she stops upon hearing a sneeze from the shower. Oh. My. God.

“Um...Michelle?” Chyna slowly turns around, eyeing the shower curtain. “Is..that who I think it is..?”

I laugh quickly and try to back away, but I back into the wall. Chyna slowly walks up to the shower, and pulls the curtain, not caring about what she may discover behind it.

There stood a half naked Michael Jackson, in some trunks. He was backed up to the wall, as I was. He smiled and waved awkwardly. Her mouth dropped, as did the lollipop from her hand.