It's the end of the week and Michael is still upset.
I've tried talking to him but he always says he doesn't feel like it or there's nothing to talk about which leaves me kind of sad.
Things have been really awkward between us, but hopefully this trip to the Bahamas will lighten things up.
Since he won't talk to me, I've been trying to stay out of his way so he won't get any madder than he already is.
"You ready?" Chris asks as he approaches the door.
"Yeah, just waiting on the king." I sigh.
Chris scrunches his face and opens his mouth but he doesn't get a chance to speak because Michael comes running down the steps.
"Lets go." He walks right past us and out the door.
"Well damn, good morning to you too." Chris says.
All I can do is blow air out of my mouth.
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We're in the car on our way to meet the family at their hanger.
Chris is talking to Michael and I'm staring out of the window.
I really need to figure out a way to talk to Michael.
"Why you mad at me? I'm not the one who made you mad, that's she over there." Chris points at me.
"Not me." Chris says and I roll my eyes at him.
"Sorry, I'm not mad at you it's just... I just haven't been in the mood that's all."
"Come on Mike, loosen up. You've been like this for four days straight. We finna be in the Bahamas man. Loosen yo ass up and have some fun man. I know it's 5 in the morning, but you gotta let go." Chris exclaims.
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
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After arriving at the hanger, we all greet each other and board the plane.
There are two separate planes so half of the family is on one, and the other half is on the other.
As we were boarding, Mrs. Katherine apologized many times about Joseph. I told her that it was okay and she didn't have to worry.
She is so sweet and precious I wouldn't be able to tell her anything else.
So of course, we're on the plane with the fun side of the family such as Tito, Randy, Janet, Rebby, some of their children, nephews, cousins, and friends of the family.
"Hey, hope you don't mind me sitting here." Janet appears.
"Of course not." I smile as she takes the seat next to me on the little mini couch we're on.
"So where's Michael? This plane is so big I haven't seen him or Chris."
"Umm, they should be more towards the back."
"Oh, you didn't go with them?" She lower her eyebrows.
"No... I decided to let them spend time with the family."
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