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Platonic Benevolence	By : CrysMarie2oo5 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Michael Jackson Views: 4475 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I don't know Michael Jackson, or any of the Jackson family or Will.I. Am from the Black Eyed Peas and make no money off this work.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine ~ Candy Perfume Girl

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Once out of the corridor, I turned my phone on regular mode again and called Michael. I was greeted by Michael’s unmistakable falsetto on the other end of the line.
“Babe? You land? How was your flight?”
“Yes babe, I landed. My flight was pretty uneventful.”
“CRYSTAL!?! OH MY GOD!” I heard a girl scream. I looked up to see a girl in her late teens of Japanese decent running toward me. Another girl was at her side.
“Michael, I gotta go, Kurai spotted me.” I said as I closed my phone. Kurai pummeled me in a big hug. I hugged her back.
“Oh my gosh! Sami, this is Crystal. She’s the one who wrote that awesome vampire story.”
“Awesome…”
The conversations consisted of my work that was no longer on Quizilla. We got my luggage and took a taxi back to Kurai’s bachelorette pad. Kurai was a computer graphics apprentice. Her paychecks were pretty nice. Kurai showed me where I would be sleeping.
“Well did you want to check out some clubs tonight?”
“I probably shouldn’t. I’ve had a hectic day. And I haven’t gotten much sleep.”
“Okay. Well perhaps tomorrow. I’ll leave you alone so you can unpack your things.” Kurai said, as she went upstairs to her loft. My phone chimed. I fished it out of my purse and opened it. It was a text from Michael.
Baby, I miss you so much. Call me.
MJ
A smile curled my lips as I went into my contacts and found his number, pressing the send button. Michael’s sexy voice answered.
“Hey baby, you text me to call you. What’s up?” I asked, laying back onto the fluffy couch cushions.
“I just wanted to let you know that I miss you so much.” Michael said, his voice dropping an octave. I got up off the couch and began to unbutton my shirt. “What are you doing right now?”
“Getting ready for bed.” I said letting the heavy fabric fall to the floor. “What are you up to?”
“Mmm…not much. I really wish you were here right now.” Michael said.
“I wish you were here. Mmm…I miss your lips, I miss your tongue, I miss that sexy look you give me when you want it. I miss your hands…” I began to feel hot with desire as I replayed memories of him caressing me and kissing me. “I’m undressing as we speak.” I said, my voice taking on a seductive tone.
“Oh God…you’re driving me crazy honey. I can just see you now…”
“Really? What do you see?”
“I see your sexy black bra, and your cute little thong. God…I’m hard.”
“Mmm…You should do something about it baby. Just imagine me…on top of you, working my muscles.” I said seductively as I laid back on the couch. I pulled the covers over myself as my free hand roamed my body. I imagined that it was Michael’s hand exploring my body. My hand ended it at the waistband of my thong. My hand slinked inside as I began caressing my womanhood. My finger felt my wetness, I was soaking wet all right. I then began flicking my love button.
“Mmm…Michael…” I moaned, my breathing coming at a much faster pace. Michael began moaning on the other end, which only turned me on even more.
“Mmm, Crystal, damn girl. The things you make me do…God…mmmm.”
“Mmmm…damn…”
“Hey Crystal…I…” Kurai’s voice came as she looked down at me. “What are you doing?” I froze. I looked up at Kurai.
“Hang on.” I whispered as I held the phone to my chest.
“Uh…having phone sex with Jason.” I said, telling a half truth as I look up at her. She smiled.
“T.M.I, I’ll leave you to it. I was just going to tell you to help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge. I gotta study…g’night.”
“G’night.” I said as I put the phone back up to my ear. All I could hear was Michael laughing.
“Did you get caught?”
“Yes, I’m so fucking embarrassed.” Michael just laughed harder. This made me frustrated. “Look if you’re just going to laugh at me, I’ll let you go.”
“No! Don’t! I promise I’ll be a good boy. Don’t hang up…”
“Okay, you better…are you still…”
“Hard yes.”
“Good, now imagine me, riding you, working my muscles on you.” I said, as I began stroking my clit again.
“Mmm…God baby…keep going.”
“I’m grinding myself on you, taking you all in.”
“Shit baby, what are you doing to yourself right now?”
“Stroking my clit…”
“You should stick a finger inside you.”
“I can’t stimulate my g spot. I don’t have very long fingers.”
“Are you close to coming?”
“Just about.” I heard Michael moan in pleasure.
“Me too.”
“Mm…oh Michael.” I moaned into the phone as waves of pleasure crashed over me, telling me that I was really close. I stroked my clit with more speed and intensity as I felt myself coming to a climax. “I’m…I’m…oh Michael! Michael…ah…” I moaned, as I heard him come to his climax as well. Both of us were breathing heavily into the receiver. I withdrew my hand from my panties as a smile curled my lips.
“Thank you.” I said, seductively into the receiver. “I love you, that was great.”
“Mmhmm…Girl I’m tired. That wore me out.”
“I’m tired too baby. Did you want me to let you go?”
“Not really, but I suppose you want sleep.”
“Yeah, Kurai probably wants to do something tomorrow.”
“Okay well I love you and miss you so much.”
“I love you too Michael. God…I wish you were here.”
“I know baby, We’ll see each other soon enough okay?”
“Okay. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
I hung up the phone and laid back on the couch. I sighed, and closed my eyes.
Michael closed his cell phone as he twirled the eight carat diamond ring around his finger. He stared at it dreamily, envisioning it on Crystal’s ring finger.
“I should’ve asked her before she left.” Michael mumbled, as he put the ring back in a black velvet jewelry bag and tied it up. He opened his phone and dialed a phone number.
“Hey Wayne, will you do me a favor? Will you take a trip to Sweden with me next week?…Yes, Crystal is there…you see I want to ask her to marry me…Yes this is serious between the two of us…look, I know what’s right for me okay? You will? Thank you Wayne, this means a lot, I think you’ll really like her once you meet her and get to know her…all right, goodnight man.”
He laid the phone on the nightstand and grabbed the pillow next to his and curled his body against it pretending that it was Crystal. He slowly fell asleep, tonight would be the first night he had truly slept well in a very, very long time.
The next morning I woke up to Kurai’s heavy metal music playing in the kitchen. I sniffed the air. She was…cooking? Kurai noticed me get up.
“Hello sleepy head, I hope you like chocolate chip pancakes?” She said, as she flipped a pancake over.
“I love them.” I yawned as I sat up and stretched out. I got up off the couch and put some pants and a t-shirt on. I walked into the kitchen to see what I longed for.
Coffee
Kurai had set out a cup for me too. How sweet of her. I thought as I took the carafe off the burner and poured myself a cup, putting the carafe back on the burner when I was done.
“Kurai, you have any cream and sugar.”
“Yeah, in the cool box.” Kurai said, looking at me. I got the cream out of the fridge it was flavored.
“Sugar?” I asked.
“There’s sugar in the cream.” Kurai said, as she put a pancake on a plate.
“I see. That’s different, in Ireland nothing has sugar in it.” I said as I put some cream in my coffee.
“I know, I’ve been there. It drove me nuts!” Kurai said as she put a plate with a stack of pancakes on it. “Did you want syrup?’
“Nah, I’m good, I’ll just take my coffee.” I said, as I sat down at the table and set a pancake on my plate. I broke it up in strips and began dipping in my coffee. Kurai rolled her eyes.
“You Americans are always dunking and dipping your food.” I let out a laugh as I saw her practically drown her little pancake with a half bottle of syrup.
“You Swedes are always drowning your food with sauce and syrup…what’s the difference?” I said tossing a piece of my pancake at her. She laughed as well as she playfully dodged it. Suddenly, she shot up out of her seat.
“Mmm! I got something to show you. You’re aren’t going to believe what I saw on the news stand this morning…” Kurai said, as she went over to the counter and grabbed stack of magazines. She placed them on the table in front of my plate. I looked through them. It had started all right.
“Tabloids talking about Michael Jackson? Nothing unbelievable about that.” I said as put the tabloids down on the table. Kurai shook her head.
“No! Look at the girl he’s kissing? She looks like you!”
“Come on, do they even say who this girl is?”
“Well…no…”
“Look, I’m going to tell you something, if you tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE I won’t talk to you ever again. Got it?”
“You’re the mystery girl aren’t you?” I nodded. Kurai shot up.
“Bloody Mary! What the fuck are you doing with Michael Jackson? How’d you meet him?”
“Sit down and I’ll tell you the whole story. Okay?”
*Forty-Five Minutes Later*
“So Nadine, she took you to a soccer game that Michael was attending. You got suspicious and went to the bathrooms to see if it was him. He was watching you though?” I nodded.
“Yep. He said I practically stuck out in the crowd. When I walked over to him he saved my jacket from getting ruined from the rain.” I said leaning an arm over my chair.
“So what happened to you and Jason? Did you talk to him last night?”
“That was Michael who I was talking to last night. Jason and I are no more.”
“Damn. So you love him?”
“Michael? With all my heart. I’d do anything for him.”
“Do you think he’ll pop the question or something?”
“I don’t know. He’s always surprising me…talking about surprising me, he said that there would be something in my bag.”
“Let’s go check it out!” Kurai said, as we got up from the table and went to my carry on bag. I began to look through all the pockets. I found a red card envelop with my name on it. Kurai swooned.
“Aw…open it!”
“Okay, okay.” I said as I ripped the envelop open.
To the one who makes my world stand still,
Crystal,
By the time you get this you’ll be in Sweden. This should be the first thing you come across when you are unpacking. Taped on the other side of this card is a bit of money. There is more stashed in your suitcase. There are some other goodies in you bag as well. I love you.

Always yours,

Michael.
I looked behind the piece of paper to see 200 euros taped to the card. I showed Kurai it.
“Wow…well, lets see what else do we have here…jewelry?”
“Oh my God!” I said shocked as I took the case from Kurai. “Michael spent over 12,000 dollars on this necklace for me---What?” I said, as I opened it and was met by the necklace with two 100 Euro bills folded neatly underneath the necklace. I held up the money.
“Bloody hell, you have it made.”
“I don’t know what he’s getting at…I don’t like holding on to all this money…”
“I’ll gladly take it off your hands if you don’t want it…let me see the necklace.”
“No you’re not getting my money.” I said, as I took the money and handed the case to Kurai.
“My God! Are those real?” She looked up at me. “They match the earrings you have on.”
“Yeah, he spend close to 30,000 in American on me for this necklace, earrings and bracelet…there was a ring that he bought me too.” I said, as I dug in my carry on again. “Here it is.” I said, handing Kurai the case for the ring. Kurai opened it expecting to see a shiny ring.
“Um…Crystal, there’s no ring. Just a note.” My face dropped.
“What? What does it say?” I asked, as Kurai took it out and opened it.
“That ring isn’t here, I have other plans for that dear, if it is treasure you seek, you may want to give your make-up bag a peek. Love MJ…this is fun, it’s like a scavenger hunt in your bag.” I immediately went for my make-up bag. It felt a lot lighter than it usually did. My mind suddenly flashed back to when Michael and I was in the bathroom at his place.
Oh no he didn’t.
I looked in my bag to find only the stuff that I had accumulated while I was in Ireland in the bag. My heart sank, until I saw a piece of paper at the bottom of my bag. I grabbed it and opened it. There was two more 100’s taped to the bottom of the note.
If you are wondering why this bag is only half full?

It is because I truly think you are beautiful

I must tell you now before I forget

To take a look in your pants pocket.
I dug out all my jeans and began to frantically look through all the pockets. After not finding anything, I looked in my pockets to find a slim piece of paper in my back pocket.
“Damn he’s good.” I said, as I opened the note. Again another 200.
I know these are your favorite pair of jeans

You wear them every other day it seems

I gave a small laugh at that line.

There are still more things to find

Look underneath where you glimpse at the time
Confused, I showed the note to Kurai.
“Did you bring clock or something?”
“My watch.” I said, then looked underneath it. Nothing.
“Well how about an alarm clock or something?”
“Actually, yeah.” I said as I dug in a pocket and took out my Timex mini digital clock. On the back of it was another note and two more hundreds. Kurai let out of laugh.
“Like I said, this is fun.” Kurai said as she was keeping tabs on the money. “Do you realize he’s given you a thousand dollars!?!?” I nodded as I read the note.
They make these things smaller

But my love for you only grows taller

There are four more surprises for you

Look in your notebook for the next clue.
I grabbed my notebook and opened it. Inside, was a beautiful picture of a long stemmed rose with our names found inside the rose. Inside the cover was another 200 euros. On the picture was another riddle.
Only three surprises to go

Here’s one thing you need to know

You might want to check your address book

Go on girl give it a look
I took out my address book and opened it up. Again was the two hundreds stuck to the inside of the cover. The ribbon page marker was stuck in the J’s. I let out a laugh as I turned the small address book to where the ribbon was. There in Michael’s handwriting was his numerous addresses and phone numbers. His personal email address and (Yes believe it or not) his personal myspace profile address.
Is there anything that he hasn’t gone through? I thought, as flip through the four pages that contained his info. On the last page, in very small handwriting were the words:
Look in your purse in zipper pocket.
I shook my head. As I grabbed my purse and looked in the zipper pocket which is where I kept all of my money. Before I met Michael I had 500 dollars American which converted to about 275 Euros, and being very light on spending, I managed to still have about 200 when I met Michael. With Michael handing me 50s and 100s there was bound to be change left over because he would not take the change. He always insisted that I keep it. If I calculated everything right, I should have had about 600 in euros. When I went to count my money, it totaled 2800 euros. In the middle of the stack of 100s and 50s was another note.
Roses are red, Violets are blue

Money cannot buy love

This much is true

But with this green you must promise

That you buy the finest dress

Cause when I see you

Nothing less will do

So on to the last clue
This one will have no monetary value
What is blue and black ?

One thing that you have wanted back?

Check underneath your clothes

For riches to unfold.
That did it, I threw all my clothes out of my suitcase and let out a shriek of surprise.
“OH MY GOD!” I said as I held a large blue and black CD keeper up in the air. Kurai looked at me like I was crazy. I opened it up to find all of Michael’s music from Off the Wall to his greatest hits collections. Brandy’s Afrodisiac, Groove Armada’s Lovebox, Britney’s Blackout and In the Zone, Iio’s Poetica and many more artists that I enjoyed. The very last CD was comprised of my demos that Michael and I created together. In the last CD sleeve was a small card. I took it out and ripped the envelop open.
Crystal,
My love for you goes beyond these material things. Buy yourself a beautiful dress with this money and meet me by the Ferris wheel at the Festival next week. I will have one last surprise for you there.
With all my love,
Michael
Over all, Michael had given me 1200 euros on top of the 2800 in my purse. I had approximately 4000 to spend on a dress. I showed Kurai the note.
“How the hell does he know about the festival? It’s only for…oh never mind. He’s a big name celebrity.”
“He’s an art collector too Kurai. He loves Picasso.” I said, my eyes meeting hers.
“Picasso? They sell like hot cakes and are rare and hard to find. Not to mention extremely expensive.” Kurai said, handing me the money.
“Well?”
“Well, I guess we should go into town and find you a dress.” Kurai said, as we got up off the floor.
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