Sorry about the late updating, and trust me the other waits will be longer. School starts tomorrow so I won't have a lot of time to write. So this might be the last chapter until Labor Day. Read and Enjoy!
"So, you are childhood sweethearts huh?"
Diana looked at me, having explained the whole how they met deal, and nodded. I pointed over towards Kathy. "… and you're getting ready to do a show in Vegas."
"Yep, in about 2 more weeks." She responded happily. My brother was looking at her, and by looking, I mean studying. I elbowed him in the stomach for him to stop. He looked at me with a fake kind of innocence.
"What?"
"I'll tell you when we get…" My voice trailed off as I remembered what just happened that night. I had almost forgotten about our home. My brother's smile dropped as he realized why I had hesitated. "Where are gonna go, now sis?"
I kept a straight face as I answered the only way I know how:
"I don't know."
"What are you guys talking about?" asked Paris.
"Our house," I explained. "It burned down in a fire, that's what brought us here."
"Wait, so you guys just lived all by yourselves? Alone?" asked a very bewildered pop star. (You know who)
"Yeah, and all we have is what's in my bag." I pointed at the black duffel bag I always carried with me. "That's where I put the stuff that valued most to us."
"Maybe you can stay with us," said Blanket honestly. "There's plenty of room."
"He's right, ya know." Michael said agreeing. "You can always stay with us."
Always the nice guy, which would have made me suspicious, if I didn't know who he was.
"Ok, I suppose we could," I said as I looked at my brother's pleading eyes. "But only until we get back on our feet."
"Alright!"
We approached the Los Angeles mansion that they were staying. It wasn't a big deal to see it, my brother and I lived in a pretty big house too, but it was a break from the eighteen-month poverty we lived in. We approached the door of the mansion; Michael and Diana first, Kathy and the others next, with my brother and I at the end.
I was glad I hesitated in catching up with Diana, because when I looked up at the roof, I saw an ensemble of plastic balls lined up in a row above them. I stopped short of the doorway when I finally remembered what day it was. I looked closer at the balls that were actually balloons being held by Michael's brothers and sisters. I failed to realize that I was standing right in my brother's way until I felt him ram into the back of my bag. I quickly turned around to find him rubbing his forehead.
"Hey," he said to me. "What's the big idea?"
"Shush," I whispered into his ear. "Look up at the roof."
He looked at me curiously before looking at the army of water balloons above the clueless pop star. He knew what was about to happen and proceeded to laugh under his breath. I looked to see who the mastermind was and I got an answer when I saw Janet signal to her siblings.
One…
Michael stepped closer to the doorway with Diana wrapped in his arm. All of the other Jackson siblings raised the balloons up higher. (That's eight chances of getting a direct hit on six people, you do the math people).
Two…
My brother and I stepped back to avoid the inevitable splash-back. I knew the bodyguards had something to do with it because they were already 2 feet away from where we were.
Three!
All of them dropped the liquid-filled bombs that they were holding, each of them hitting their unsuspecting victim. I could just imaging the look on Michael's face as he felt nothing but icy cold water splash on his head. As soon as thye got over the initial shock, he and Diana both looked up at the prime suspect with an obvious fury.
"Dunk!"
Janet just laughed a little harder before saying something into a walkie-talkie. When she did that, I knew immediately that there was something else waiting for them behind the door. My brother, however, did not. He was too busy laughing his head off at Michael to notice. Michael saw the communicator too, and decided to use my brother as a perfect prank dummy. Travis hurriedly ran to the soaking wet superstar and said giggling:
"I thought it never rained in sunny California."
Michael showed one of his trademark smiles.
"Ha, ha, ha. Just open the stupid door."
My brother did as he was told; still wearing a stupid grin on his face… that soon got wiped off as he was welcomed by a perfectly-aimed whipped crème pie in the face. Michael laughed at the trap he just narrowhe ly avoided, and he should have. He walked up to my brother and went inside to get a closer look at his face. Michael had broken a record I wanted: to be able to render my brother speechless twice in one day. Travis still stood there with his mouth open, globs of whipped crème falling down from his chin onto the step. I was the one rolling on the floor this time. I had just begun to catch my breath again when I heard a vaguely familiar voice call my name. I looked up at the doorway and I saw the person who so graciously pied my baby bro. I smiled as I recognized her instantly.
"Kai!"
I hope you enjoyed that chapter. I did reveal a secret, but I'll go into detail about it later. Nice seeing the Joker being pranked, aint it? Please Read and Review.
Plus, a shout out to my chicas, Shockinglyawesome and Jonasjacksonheart. Love ya!
