Jaycee's P.O.V.
When Michael dropped me off, I felt sick to my stomach. Something is nagging at me, I just can't figure it out. It didn't help that Jada was in the car either, she's very annoying and pushy. The whole time her mouth was going ' Why are we leaving?' ' Can I stay at Hayvenhurst?' ' Can we stay longer?' ' Why do we have to go accueil so early?'.
Not only that, but I threw up on the way. I threw up on the sidewalk, on the rue and in Michael's limo. When we finally got there, my vision was blurry, my throat had a knot in it and my back was killing me. This was officially the worst jour of my life!
Michael's P.O.V.
Later that evening...
I was slumped in my chair staring at the plate in front of me. Today was supposed to be a good day, and it was soiled. Even though I l’amour fried chicken, I wasn't hungry tonight.
Mother glanced at the plate and then at me. " What's wrong Michael? toi haven't touched a thing!" I sighed and started to pick up my fork. " Nothing Mother. I'm just not hungry."
Randy sat suivant to me with collard greens and chicken stuffed in his mouth. " toi gonna eat that? Dis chicken is good!" He says, gleefully taking my chicken off my plate. Everyone laughed. I'm glad he's enjoying life.
My attention went back down to my now meatless plate. I tried to eat the Candy yams but they weren't fully cooked and were dry. I can already tell it was made par La Toya.
Jermaine looked at me with a sinister look on his face. I l’amour him a great deal, but he sure can be nosy! I flinched when Joseph yells " Boy! toi better eat those greens and yams. Your mother and sister spent the whole jour preparing it!"
For the suivant five minutes I licked my plate clean. I knew I couldn't talk to my parents, correct that- Mother without my siblings butting in. Even if they don't but in, mother always ushers me to Jermaine ou Jackie. What can they do? They always say things like ' Sorry, can't help toi there little bro' ' Ask Joseph' ou something like that.
Janet came up to me with an innocent chiot look on his face. " Mikey? ' Yes Dunk? " Can toi play with me?" I sighed with boredom in my voice. " Sure, why not?"
Of course, I was fooled into playing princesses with Janet yet again. I don't understand why she's so obsessed with them, she'll never be one.
Besides us dressing up, eating thé and crumpets and basically ruining my teen years, we were cuddled on the canapé watching The Exorcist. Janet was nearly begging me to watch it, claiming she was grown enough.
Unfortunately, when the movie was at the beginning, Janet chickened out and went back to the little girl she was. I had changed the channel to Sanford and Son. Redd Foxx was always funny to me. Janet fell asleep in my arms. She's so cute when she's sleeping. Minus the potential snoring and the constant kicking.
I took Janet upstairs to put her in lit and went to call Jaycee. I feel really bad about what happened earlier. Especially for Bill, because she threw up on him too. When I picked up the phone, it was a long time before anyone picked up.
' Hello?' Jaycee answered weakly.
' salut geai, jay Jay! What's up?' I asked.
' I've been throwing up all night and I feel like I've been on a carousel for ten years!' She yelled in a half-weak voice.
' Oh, sorry to hear that! I hope toi feel better. Listen, when toi get better, I was thinking that we could, I don't know, go on a date?'
The line went silent then. She just exploded with a excited and gleeful scream. " Yes!!! I will, I will, I will!" For a sick person, she was sure exuberant.
Jaycee's P.O.V.
I haven't felt this happy since my little sister was born. For the first time in my life, I had something to be happy about. All my life, I worked. Work was all I knew. My mother was a housekeeper, currently a lawyer, but still. Sometimes she works so hard that we go days with it just being Jada and I. Michael is the reason for my sunny days. The way his adorable brown eyes lighting up every time he sees me, his shy, yet open personaility. He actually treats me with respect and I know for a fact that he isn't a womanizer like many guys that liked me.
He also is like a big brother to me, even though we're in a relationship. Words can't even describe how much I l’amour him. The way he clings to me is just amazing. Now I know I have a man in him.
When Michael dropped me off, I felt sick to my stomach. Something is nagging at me, I just can't figure it out. It didn't help that Jada was in the car either, she's very annoying and pushy. The whole time her mouth was going ' Why are we leaving?' ' Can I stay at Hayvenhurst?' ' Can we stay longer?' ' Why do we have to go accueil so early?'.
Not only that, but I threw up on the way. I threw up on the sidewalk, on the rue and in Michael's limo. When we finally got there, my vision was blurry, my throat had a knot in it and my back was killing me. This was officially the worst jour of my life!
Michael's P.O.V.
Later that evening...
I was slumped in my chair staring at the plate in front of me. Today was supposed to be a good day, and it was soiled. Even though I l’amour fried chicken, I wasn't hungry tonight.
Mother glanced at the plate and then at me. " What's wrong Michael? toi haven't touched a thing!" I sighed and started to pick up my fork. " Nothing Mother. I'm just not hungry."
Randy sat suivant to me with collard greens and chicken stuffed in his mouth. " toi gonna eat that? Dis chicken is good!" He says, gleefully taking my chicken off my plate. Everyone laughed. I'm glad he's enjoying life.
My attention went back down to my now meatless plate. I tried to eat the Candy yams but they weren't fully cooked and were dry. I can already tell it was made par La Toya.
Jermaine looked at me with a sinister look on his face. I l’amour him a great deal, but he sure can be nosy! I flinched when Joseph yells " Boy! toi better eat those greens and yams. Your mother and sister spent the whole jour preparing it!"
For the suivant five minutes I licked my plate clean. I knew I couldn't talk to my parents, correct that- Mother without my siblings butting in. Even if they don't but in, mother always ushers me to Jermaine ou Jackie. What can they do? They always say things like ' Sorry, can't help toi there little bro' ' Ask Joseph' ou something like that.
Janet came up to me with an innocent chiot look on his face. " Mikey? ' Yes Dunk? " Can toi play with me?" I sighed with boredom in my voice. " Sure, why not?"
Of course, I was fooled into playing princesses with Janet yet again. I don't understand why she's so obsessed with them, she'll never be one.
Besides us dressing up, eating thé and crumpets and basically ruining my teen years, we were cuddled on the canapé watching The Exorcist. Janet was nearly begging me to watch it, claiming she was grown enough.
Unfortunately, when the movie was at the beginning, Janet chickened out and went back to the little girl she was. I had changed the channel to Sanford and Son. Redd Foxx was always funny to me. Janet fell asleep in my arms. She's so cute when she's sleeping. Minus the potential snoring and the constant kicking.
I took Janet upstairs to put her in lit and went to call Jaycee. I feel really bad about what happened earlier. Especially for Bill, because she threw up on him too. When I picked up the phone, it was a long time before anyone picked up.
' Hello?' Jaycee answered weakly.
' salut geai, jay Jay! What's up?' I asked.
' I've been throwing up all night and I feel like I've been on a carousel for ten years!' She yelled in a half-weak voice.
' Oh, sorry to hear that! I hope toi feel better. Listen, when toi get better, I was thinking that we could, I don't know, go on a date?'
The line went silent then. She just exploded with a excited and gleeful scream. " Yes!!! I will, I will, I will!" For a sick person, she was sure exuberant.
Jaycee's P.O.V.
I haven't felt this happy since my little sister was born. For the first time in my life, I had something to be happy about. All my life, I worked. Work was all I knew. My mother was a housekeeper, currently a lawyer, but still. Sometimes she works so hard that we go days with it just being Jada and I. Michael is the reason for my sunny days. The way his adorable brown eyes lighting up every time he sees me, his shy, yet open personaility. He actually treats me with respect and I know for a fact that he isn't a womanizer like many guys that liked me.
He also is like a big brother to me, even though we're in a relationship. Words can't even describe how much I l’amour him. The way he clings to me is just amazing. Now I know I have a man in him.
