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

14: You Don't Know?

I widen my eyes as Michael's Superfly Sister beat booms out of the system and I immediately unplug my phone.

"Uhh... who else wants the aux? I think my phone is broken." I nervously laugh.

"You all won't like my music, it's not umm... it's probably not your style." I smile nervously.

I hope they didn't hear that, especially Michael. Only two notes came out before I unplugged it but Michael knows his music.

That could've been anyone's beat, right?

Right?

Lord, please tell me that they did not hear that.

"Angel, we don't care what you play. I listen to any and everything." Chris sits back.

"Wait a minute, I know that song from anywhere!" Michael looks directly to me in a fast motion.

I widen my eyes. Welp I've ruined it.

"You listen to 50 cent too?" Michael smiles.

What?

"Uh, yeah! I love 50 cent!" He doesn't know!

I better be glad I listen to 50 cent.

I let out a relieving sigh.

Thank you!

"Me too! You know that song In Da Club?" He asks smiling.

"Yeah I love that song!" I start beatboxing it.

Maybe that'll get his mind off of this completely so he won't even notice a bit.

"Ooh shit! You can box girl!" Chris starts bobbing his head to the beat.

Michael starts rapping after the intro.

"You can find me in the club with a bottle full of bub ba—"

"WOAH WOAH Michael!" Chris widens his eyes.

I laugh. That does not sound right coming out of Michael's mouth.

"What?" He looks at Chris innocently.

"Not out of your mouth!" He exclaims.

"Why not?" Michael scoffs looking at me laughing.

I know he's not all that innocent but it's still funny.

"We'll let Chris and I do the rapping." I put my hand on Michael's shoulders. And he makes a face.

"You neither Angel!" Chris looks at me and I make a face too as Michael starts laughing.

"Why not?" I look at Chris confused.

" 'Cause you got that soft ass voice too, and then you ordered a virgin margarita when we went to that restaurant, who the hell orders a virgin margarita?" He says putting his arms in the air.

"Oh shut up! What's the problem with a virgin margarita? I wasn't trying have alcohol on my breath." I say knowing that I'm lying.

But seriously, what is wrong with a virgin margarita?

"It has no purpose, what do you get a margarita for if it doesn't have any alcohol?"

"Because it tastes good." I blankly state.

Chris rolls his eyes.

"Why are you so nosy anyway?" I ask.

Everyday he asks five million questions.

"I am not nosy, you just do stupid things and I want to know why you do them." He rolls his eyes.

"Nosy." I make a face at Chris.