chapter two

' Go on,get ready for school', Jackson said, stretching on the bed.' at Least you are happy to see me .' he looked round the room at the carelessly flung shirts,jeans and boxers short over the chair,to the poster of the Manchester United football team on the wall above Jimi's bed. A typical boy's room. Another worn out poster of Michael Jackson was pasted on the opposite wall .

I didn't remove it even though it's an eyesore,' Jimi said, grinning. everything's just as you left it.

Jackson squeezed Jimi's arm lightly. he picked up something from the bedside table beside Jimi's music CDs, chemistry and mathematics textbooks. Man,this is some watch.must have cost a mountain. you always get all the nicest things,why ...?'

' Jackson, don't touch my watch.'

what's your problem? can't I look at a watch?'

I'm sorry bro, Jimi muttered. I'm glad to see you are back , really but you know...