Michaels POV

Hey yall. I bet you didn't expect to see me here huh?

Well my gurl Kenya, but everyone calls her black ass Kenny took me off "The City"

And I'll tell you why.

Right now I'm in the backstage of a Maury studio cause me and some people are having complications.

Without further a do, let's get into this bullshit

Hee hee. I didn't mean to cuss like that.

"Okay, without further a do, please welcome Michael Jackson out to the stage." I heard Maury say in the intercom.

I sighed heavily, and rolled my eyes before making my way outside of the backstage area.

When I came down the stairs, I instantly got booed, and yelled at by the audience.

I held up my middle finger. "Fuck all y'all no edges having, turtle neck wearing, bell pepper head ass bitches." I flicked all of them off.

They continued to boo, but I sat down next to the most annoying bitch, no edges having hoe on this planet.

Layla Amaya osoda. Or Osodo. Whoops.

Janet's POV

Me and all my siblings looked at the tv as Michael sat down next to Layla. Oh shit.

Layla got up from her spot in the chair and smacked Michaels ray bans off. Immediately he started cussing her out.

Rebbie snacked loudly on her popcorn. "It's weird, cause I heard them having sex YESTERDAY." She laughed.

Randy bulged his eyes and looked at Rebbie. "You're lying." He was in total shock.

I looked back at the both of them. "Shush, I want to see what happens next."

Michaels POV

"BITCH THESE GLASSES ARE MORE EXPENSIVE THEN YOU!" I yelled at layla.

I sat back down in my seat, huffing loudly.

Stupid trick better watch out.

I looked over at Layla who rolled her eyes at me.

She looked over at Maury and began to speak. "Maury, he don't pay no child support or nothing. All he does is sits around and eats fucking cotton candy all day." She straightened dress.

I know this pencil is not talking about me being lazy. "Okay Maury." I looked over to him, sipping the tea that was on the table next to me.

Got me feeling like Wendy Williams.

"Yes Michael, what is it." Maury sat forward in his chair.

"How am I lazy, when layla didn't even take time to lay her edges. Nor wash her ass today because your studio smells like cornchips and vinegar." I looked over to my left nonchalantly.

The crowd began to laugh hysterically, clasping their stomachs, and wheezing for air.

I winked at them, and crossed my legs; feeling satisfied with myself.

Layla got up from her seat and looked at me. "Michael, shut your fat head ass up, that's why you look like a cow."

I laughed at her attempt to hurt me. "Well you sure we're sucking this cows meat." I winked at her, sipping my tea again.

The crowd began to yell louder. One of them was running around in circles.

"ROAST THAT HOE!" This lady encouraged.

I got out of my place in my chair, and stepped near the audience. "I sure will." I looked at her. "What's you're name?" I giggled.

She twirled her hair in her hands, in awe of my presence. "Nya." She said happily.

I sighed loudly, and put out my hand; reckoning her to come on stage. "Well nya, you're my new best friend. Come up here." I told her.

She ran past the audience, and stepped peoples chairs, and legs. The security tried to stop her, but she slammed them down like a line backer.

Maury got up, and had both of his eyebrows raised. I could feel him walking up behind me. He tapped my shoulder. "You cant invite people on to my stage." He put his hands on his hips.

I rolled my eyes before turning around. "And you can't invite yourself here without brushing you teeth, well gums you old ass fart." I snickered, turning back around. 

Maury slammed his fists on his old ass knees. "Enough michael. Scalping wasn't our intention today, we are here for a dna test."

I breathed in through my nostrils. "Well the kid aint my son." I took a pause. "Maury."

I grabbed Nya's hand, and had her sit next to me while I looked at layla up and down.

Nya gave my hand a gentle squeeze, before Maury read my results. It made me feel a little more safe.

He looked away from me, my new bestfriend, and focused on the paper. "In the case of Kiwiontae, shinastyoe Jones. Michael you are-"

I sat up in my bed quickly, wiping the sweat that was beading on my forehead. I looked over at layla, and she was still all the way undressed. She hadn't fallen asleep yet so, I was happy.

But who's Kenya?

Why was I on Maury?

Why was our son the name of a fruit?

Why was I cussing so much?

I shook my thoughts, Andean my hair through my curls.

I'm glad that was just a dream, and I'm glad I'm back in The City.
I winked at myself before laying back down, not answering any of laylas questions, or returning her crazy stares.

Y'all this is just a little sample of the weird stuff I do on here, along with other stuff lmaoooooooooo. Have a good day, hope you enjoyed this chapter/ whatever the fuck it was.

- Kenny ❤