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

Chapter 5

“It’s not what it looks like Chyna-” I begin to explain. However, she stopped me.

“Not what it looks like? Then what is it?” She turns to me, wide eyed. “Let me get this straight; Michelle Black and Michael. FUCKING. Jackson. Alone, behind a closed door, and getting DRESSED??”

“Let us explain we were just-” Michael begins, but Chyna interrupts once more, but to our surprise.

“Aww!! I just KNEW you guys liked each other!! I saw this coming ever since we met!” She starts squealing. All Michael and I could do was turn red. “I just can’t WAIT to tell the others! I want there to be a seven foot high cake, frilly white dresses, a giant-”

“CHYNA.” We yell in unison, not caring about our flushed faces, not wanting to hear more - or DO we?

“What are you even talking about? The cake, dresses...what?” Michael asks as we three make our way to the pool.

“The wedding, of course!” She smiles happily.

“Um… One; we are FRIENDS. Two; there will be no wedding. and three; like I said, it wasn’t what it looked like. We were drying our clothes and-” I stop. I look over at Michael, who looks over at me as if I told her his deepest, darkest secret.

“Wait..Why would you need to dry off your swimsuits?” She looks at both of us as we step down into the room. “Unless…”

“CANNONBALL!!!” I run, jump, and pull my knees to my chin. Being in this pool after what happened last night still has me shakey. Mike follows a second after.

Chyna just stands there for a second and inspects..She walks around the pool, and sees a puddle over by the “12 FT” sign. I think nothing of it - for a second. That is until she calls the rest of the gang to the puddle, asking if it was there before they came in.

“Michael, Michelle; come here.” Austin yells, signaling us. This is a time I wish I had gills, so I could go under and never come back up. We do as instructed, swimming towards them.

“Did you guys come out here last night and swim alone?” Autumn asks. We kept quiet.

“Did you?” Austin follows. Each second of silence only fed their suspicions, and if only we had said something as soon as they asked, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

It’s not like we can lie or back out of it now. It isn’t a problem if we went swimming before them, but now it seems, to them, as more.

“Yes..?” I say, as they all look dead at me.

“What took you SO long to answer??” Brooke asks, flailing her arms.

“They were aloneeee, and they didn’t want us to know what they diddd~” Chyna replies in a sing-song voice.

“What do you suppose we were doing then?” Michael butts in, from being quiet the whole conversation.

“Well, kissing, of course. The way this puddle is shaped, it looks like someone was laying down, probably to be made out with~” She responds while making kissy-faces.

I really hate this woman. So. Much.