2 Hours Later
Ricky and Eric came accueil from basketball, basket-ball practice. Well, Eric was practicing, Ricky watched and played a little, but wound up losing in a one-on-one match. They were heading to the cuisine to see what Alex was cooking until they saw me and Michael on the couch, sleeping and cuddled up to each other. Ricky had a shocked face and Eric was chuckling.
"Who's that with our sister?" Ricky asked.
Eric turned to Ricky. "Ricky, that's Michael Jackson. toi should know that." He said.
"Nu-uh. That isn't Michael Jackson."
Alex came out of the cuisine when Ricky a dit that and went up to them.
"Guys,...
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