" Umm...so what do we do ?" I whispered to Kendall as we were looking back at the faces of Jacksons. " I don't know, but I'm not staying here with you guys. " She said as she was trying to leave. I grabbed for her feet and didn't let go( something like little kids would do). " Come on now, let go." " You're not gonna leave me here by myself." " You have to the count of three to let go or I will batman you." "No." "Alright, you asked for it. " She picked me up and held me upside down. " Come here, Fawn. " She called for our dog. She came over and started licking my face. " No ! Wait, move fawn. Go away !!" The little girl known as Janet started laughing along with her brothers. " Cute dog." she said. Kendall dropped me. I landed on my stomach. " Ow. " " Are you ok ?" Michael asked me. " Yea. I'll be back. I'm gonna go change. " I rushed upstairs and changed into some shorts and a t-shirt. I went back downstairs. " So what do you guys wanna do ?" I asked. " What do you do around here ?" Marlon asked. " Y'all might be alittle uptight for the stuff I do for fun.  We can listen to music. " I walked over to our record player." We aren't going to listen to us, are we ?" " Not unless you want to. What about Stevie Wonder ?" " Do you have any Supremes records ?" Michael asked. " We don't listen to them much. I think Diana Ross is better solo then she was with the Supremes.  " I said. " She is amazing either way. I met her when I was 9."Michael said back to me. " That's great." Not really meaning it. " So Stevie Wonder? " " No. Diana Ross. " " Stevie! " " Diana!" " Hey hey hey, what's with the yelling?" Kendall asked. " We were figuring out who to listen to. I said Stevie Wonder, but Michael here said Diana Ross. " I said. " Oh Stevie all the way, man. " " Why Stevie ?" He asked. " Cause he is an excellent artist who can make lyrics out of everything." Our mom came back with their parents. " Hey guys, you getting along ?" " You can say that." Kendall replied. " Y'all want to go out to eat  ? I invited them to join us. Go get your shoes on " We went to a chinese restaurant.  We all sat at this big table. Michael sat across from me with this look on his face. " What's wrong with him ?" Kendall whispered at me. " I don't know.  I think he's mad about not listening to Diana Ross." " It's like she's his girlfriend. " Michael heard us talking. " She is not my girlfriend. She's just  someone who I love very much. " " Sure. If you say so. " I said. " If she was my girlfriend, she would be here with me. Making you two jealous. " He said matter of factly. Kendall and I looked at each other then started laughing. " It's true. " He said. " Hahaha !! First off, that was funny. I don't get jealous over stuff like that and second it won't happen. So...yea. " " Yea. Well, it doesn't matter. Speaking of crush, where's your boyfriend ?" " If you must know, I do not have one." I shot back. " Too bad. You're kinda cute, but you're crazy." I glared at him. If looks could kill. For the rest of dinner, I didn't say a word to him. He kept looking at me. After dinner, we went home.