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Platonic Benevolence	By : CrysMarie2oo5 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Michael Jackson Views: 4447 -:- 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 Three ~ Rebel

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The village that Nadine lived in was a fairly small village, it was much smaller than the town that I shared an apartment with my fiancé. The beach was just a ten minute walk west of the village. There was a fence by the road that said 'No Trespassing, Keep out.' Michael started to climb over the fence. The fence was a standard metal fence with barbed wire at the top.
"Michael are you sure we should be doing this? The sign says ‘keep out‘. I mean we might be attacked by rabid dogs."
"Oh come on, I highly doubt it. It’s a private beach. You coming?" Michael asked, turning to meet my eyes. As he took off his trench coat. I took off my leather jacket and placed it on the ground beside Michael's trench coat.
"Fine, I guess…" I said looking at him as I climbed over the fence. “If we get caught by the police and thrown in jail, I‘m gonna pummel you." I said looking at him as I jumped down, my feet landing on the wet sandy ground. He smiled. Then he poked my side.
"Tag, you're it." Michael said, as he darted further toward the ocean.
"Ooh...you dirty little..." I said chasing after him. The wet, muddy, sand made it especially hard for me to find traction in. Once I was in arms reach of him, I reached out and gave a firm tug on his jacket.
"Ha! My! The tables have turned, you're it Michael." I said running in the opposite direction. Michael quickly caught up to me, but before he reached out to tag me, he tripped over a rut that I had been careful to avoid. I turned around to hear a thud on the ground.
"Oh my god! Michael are you--" Michael pulled me down with him. I was laying on Michael, I looked down to see his face covered in wet sand and he was breathless from the chase.
"Michael you're covered in--" Michael, brought his hand up and smeared sand on my cheek. My mouth grew wide, and I shoved my hand into the sand and smeared it on the front of his face. Michael face grew into an expression of shock as he piled a handful of the sandy mud into my hair. It was war.
I got up and let Michael get a running start. I grabbed a handful of sand, and flung it at Michael. It landed with a splat on the back of Michael's head. He wiped it off, and looked at me with one of those, 'oh-no-you-didn't' looks. I was in trouble now. I started to run toward the ocean with hopes to turn at the very last minute, but Michael had tackled me to the ground before I got very far. He turned me over and straddle my hips as he held a pile of wet sand in his hand.
"I oughta make you eat this..." Michael said, and brought the mud closer to my mouth. I pinched my lips shut, and turned my hips in an attempt to get Michael off of me. It failed. So I grabbed his hand with the mud in it and maneuvered it so that the mud didn't land on me, but on the front of Michael’s wife beater. He grabbed yet another handful of mud and slipping his hand under my shirt and smearing the cold sand all over my flat stomach. I screamed.
"It's so COLD!!!!" I said pushing my arms against his as an attempt to my to get his hands out of my shirt. It was too late though, the mud was plastered all over my stomach. He laughed.
"Don't mess with Michael Jackson, you just may..." I grabbed a pile of mud, and smashed it into his face. He backed up off of me and I got up quickly to my feet.
"Regret it? I don't think so." I said bursting into a full sprint just as I reached the cold ocean water I felt arms wrap around my legs and I was thrown off balance. I came crashing to the ground into the freezing cold ocean water.. Michael crawled on top of me so his face was next to mine and rubbed the mud off of his face onto mine. I squirmed.
"Give up yet?" Michael asked, as he continued his onslaught. Rubbing his face along my chin, down my neck. I laughed, as he then buried his face in my cleavage. I let out a gasp of shock and pushed his face away from my breasts. The waves pummeled us but Michael still wasn’t giving up. The sandy mud slipped down into my bra and settled around the bottoms of my breasts. Michael face was one of excitement, knowing that he had caused me discomfort in his little get-back game. I was far from done with him. He was going to pay for what he did to me. I grabbed a handful of really soppy sand, and crammed my hand really quick into the back of his pants and then back out again. He shot off of me, grabbing his butt as the soppy mud ran down it. I found myself amused as I sat there the cold water crashing around me. Michael shot me a look of death.
"Don't be mad at me, you're the one who started this, I only finished it." I said laughing. Michael laughed to.
"I can't believe you had the courage to shove a handful of mud down the back of my pants." He said offering his hand to help me up. Michael helped me up as another wave came crashing onto shore.
"I can't believe you stuck your face in my cleavage, what was I supposed to do. Just let you do it." I said looking at him. I pulled on the straps of my bra and chunks of mud fell down my stomach. "Gross." I said, looking at him. His eyes met mine, I brushed off some of the mud that had dried on his face with my thumb. He made a goofy face, making me laugh. Suddenly we heard dogs barking in the distance. The barking seemed to grow closer and closer.
"What is that?" I asked, but before I could get an answer Michael grabbed my hand and began to pull me toward the fence.
"Run." He said as he took off in a full sprint pulling me with him. I looked and in the distance there were three rottweilers, coming after us.
“Crystal hurry!” I broke out into a full sprint to the fence where we had laid our jackets. Michael climbed the fence in a hurry, with no problem. I grabbed the coats and flung them over where Michael caught them and started climbing the fence when my jeans snagged on a barb. I was stuck.
"Crystal what you doing? Let's go..."
"Michael, my leg, it's caught." I said, my heart was beginning to race in my chest as the dogs grew closer and closer. Michael came to my aid and the both of us freed my pant leg from the barb. He began helping me over the fence when one of the dogs sunk it's sharp teeth into my pant leg and began pulling me back.
"Michael!!!" I screamed, Michael held onto me tightly as I kicked the dog with the heel of my boot on my free leg. The dog yelped and let go and I nearly fell on top of Michael, the fabric on my sweater tearing on another barb. I now had a gaping hole from the center of my chest to the bottom of the sweater. I didn't care though, I was safe with Michael. Michael set me on my feet.
"Thank you." I said kissing him on the cheek as a way of showing gratitude for saving me. He blushed.
"You're welcome." He said his eyes meeting mine. I grabbed my jacket and pulled it over my body. Michael then pulled me to him.
“Can I have that kiss now?” Michael asked his eyes meeting mine. I nodded. Michael then tipped my chin up to look at him and his leaned down and the moment his lips touched mine, with was like electricity shot through my body. I wrapped my arms around Michael’s neck as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue in. Butterflies swarmed my stomach. We kissed passionately for a few moments before dislodging.
"I'm glad that you're not dog food."
"Me either" I said, my cheeks flushing from the show of affection earlier. Luckily the mud on my face was good enough camouflage so that Michael didn't notice. The dogs were barking wildly and jumping on the other side of the fence.
"Let's get out of here, before we get in trouble." Michael said, grabbing both of our jackets and making our way back into town. We walked back into town and found Nadine's house, surprisingly. We walked in quietly and disposed of our coats and shoes at the door. Laughing quietly about the fun, and in a way, nearly terrifying night we had. I walked upstairs, Michael quickly following suit. I turned around, to see him completely covered in mud. I let out a laugh again.
"If I would have known I was spending the night, I would have brought extra clothes with me..." Michael said in a soft whisper, knowing that Nadine and her mother were in bed.
"Yeah...I think I have a pair of boxers and a shirt that might fit you. You can rummage through my duffel to see. My room's at the end to your left. Be quiet though, Nadine's mom stays across the hall from me." I said, flashing him one last smile before walking into the bathroom. I could feel his eyes linger on me until his vision was blocked by the bathroom door as I closed it.

Tonight's events certainly brought Crystal and I together. I felt that I could trust Crystal with anything and she wouldn't cast judgment down upon me. Taking her out for a drink certainly was a risk. Especially when she didn't know that I enjoy an occasional drink every now and then. She was so fun to be around, her very presence radiated her loving spirit. I knew she had skeletons in her closet, just like every person does. What I was feeling for this girl, was powerful. Something magical. It was too weak to be called love but too strong to be called infatuation. All in one night, she put her life out, like an open book. I loved everything that was in it. It made me want to find out more about her. What makes her tick, where does her inspiration come from, what's her family like? There were so many questions left unanswered. Yet I felt that we were connected somehow. We had so many things in common...
"What am I thinking, she's engaged. I can't be feeling this way about her." Michael coached himself. Besides, even if she wasn't engaged, he still couldn't pursue her because she was a fan. Memories of his brothers' liaisons with fans in the same hotel room flashed in his mind. He blinked it away and walked over to Crystal's duffel bag to find some fresh clothes for himself so that he could take a shower after Crystal was done.
As he rummaged through her bag, he came across a picture of Crystal and what he believed to be her soon-to-be-husband. He carefully examined the picture. The man was lanky, much like he was in his late teens, had dishwater blonde hair, blue eyes, and was clearly Caucasian.
"Hmph." He snorted as he put the picture back, feeling a bit jealous that Crystal was taken. He pushed the thought aside and concentrated on finding some clothes for himself. He couldn't help but look at what size she was, it may come in handy later, that is if he didn't screw this up for himself. At the bottom of the duffel he could see a pair of men’s boxers and a few pairs of wife-beaters. He smiled.

I closed the door behind me, unsure of what to make of the situation that I faced. I had always wanted to meet Michael. I knew that somehow I would love the person I would meet. But there was a problem, I loved Jason, with all of my heart. Michael's uncanny flirting wasn't helping me a single bit. Jason and I were on two different sides of the world, if I did anything with Michael it wouldn’t matter. I mean, Jason had broken my heart twice with his confused sexuality, but I couldn't just cheat on him. I had the be the better person in this relationship. Not playing get-back games because if I did...
The thought of him leaving me crossed my mind. I started to tear up. No, I had to keep a civilized friendship with Michael. He wasn't making it easy, that was for sure. I stripped myself of my ripped, soiled clothing. My sweater was completely ruined, so was the left pant leg of my jeans. I gave a sigh of discontentment. There went about sixty dollars in clothing right there. I took off my undergarments and started the shower. I stepped in and let out another sigh, one of relaxation this time as the hot water washed away of all my insecurities and thoughts. I was going to be fine, I could handle this. My feelings were completely normal.
I continued the rest of my shower, with really no other thoughts. Once I had cleaned myself of the caked on sand that was on my body, and in my hair, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I picked up my clothes and walked out of the bathroom, my hair still dripping wet with water. I knocked on the door to my room, and Michael opened it. I looked up at him, his eyes met mine before scanning the rest of my body.
"The shower's ready whenever you need it...did you find some clothes..."
"Yeah, I did, I'll be back, don't fall asleep on me." Michael said as he walked out of the bedroom, with the clothes in hand. I turned around, to watch him, but I caught him watching me. So, innocently, I played it off.
"I'll try not to." I said, as a smirk formed on my lips. "But I can't make any promises." I said, walking in the rest of the way into the bedroom and shutting the door. I flopped down on my bed and took out the photo of Jason and I out of my duffel. I kissed Jason.
"I won't let anything come between us, unless you let it." I said quietly. I put the photo back in my duffel back then changed into some clean undergarments, blue pajama bottoms and a matching formfitting t-shirt. I went over to the closet and drug out a couple of spare blankets and a pillow. I went over to the floor by my duffel bag, and set up a makeshift bed, and snuggle myself down. I wouldn't be able to sleep until Michael got done with his shower and turned off the light. I laid there for what seemed like hours before Michael came into the bedroom, I sat up as his eyes met mine. The wife-beater fit him just fine, it was the boxers I was worried about. The fly was open on them and he was wearing no underwear. Allowing partial view of his manhood. I quickly turned my eyes away, not allowing myself to get a good look at his 'treasure' and directed my eyes directly to his.
“XY Z.” I said pointing to his fly. Michael looked down and his cheeks turned as red as a fire engine. He grabbed my towel off the floor and covered himself with it.
“God how embarrassing, I was wondering why it felt drafty down there…”
“It’s okay, I didn’t get a good look…” Michael arched an eyebrow. I realized how bad that sounded.
“I mean…Oh God I’m tired.” I said quickly. I got up, to close the door behind him and I could feel Michael’s eyes on me the entire time. I closed the door to the bedroom and walked over to my duffel and pulled out a pair of pink pajama bottoms and threw them at Michael. Michael caught them and looked at them
“I’ll turn around and you can wear those. I know that they’re pink but they’re the only other clean ones I have.” I said. I turned around and allowed Michael to get dressed. Meanwhile I turned the heater up in the bedroom. I then felt something brush against my leg. I looked down to find the pair of boxers.
“I’m done. You can turn around now.” Michael said, and I turned around. Michael was sprawled out on the blankets on the floor. “So what’s up with the makeshift bed, is it mine?” Michael added, laying on his side and propping his head up with his elbow. He licked his lips enticingly, as his eyes gazed over my body again.
"No, I figured, since you let guests sleep in your bed when they come over, I would let you have mine. If that's okay..." I said, looking at him, feeling a little uncomfortable in his gaze. I felt as though I was completely naked in front of him. But I knew that wasn’t the case.
"Well actually, I don't sleep well in places I've never been, I would feel a little more comfortable if...God I can't believe I'm asking this for that matter...Would you like to sleep with me?" He asked, realizing that the context could be taken wrong. "I mean sleep in the same bed, not actually having sex ...but...just sharing the bed..." He stammered. I laughed.
"You're cute." I said, flashing a smile of amusement. "But we probably shouldn‘t. But your more than welcome to have the bed.” I said blushing at the idea. Michael nodded slowly. I could tell he felt rejected. He went and sat on one side of the bed. He patted the other side as an urge to have me sit down. Which I did.
"So tell me about this Jason, is he nice?" Michael asked as he laid down on the bed.
"Yes, he’s one of the nicest guys I know. Although he‘s not the most faithful man around. He treats me well for the most part." I said, looking at Michael, who had his hands on the back of his head, listening intently to every word I said.
“What do you mean by ‘not the most faithful man’, has he been unfaithful to you?” Michael asked, his eyes meeting mine again.
“Yeah, but he’s never been unfaithful with a woman. He’s just confused sexually. He thinks he’s bisexual.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. You don’t deserve that.” Michael said pulling me into a hug. I accepted his hug and hugged him back before pulling away. "So tell me about your family, tell what are they like?" Michael asked, changing the subject.
"Well I have two older half sisters Misty, and Michelle. One older half brother, Timmy, and one younger blood brother, Michael, he's shares the same first name as you." I said looking at him again. "My mother has been struggling with cancer for the past three years, she's also battling alcoholism, she denies it though. My parents divorced when I was 13. I stayed with my mother, and Michael stayed with my dad. My father, he's your average hippie. He didn't raise Michael too well. He kept getting in trouble and was eventually taken out of my father's custody when he was 17..."
"How old is your brother?" Michael asked, looking at me again.
"He's 19 now. He's living on his own." I said looking back at Michael.
"Ah...how old is your fiancé, may I ask?" Michael asked, his eyes meeting mine.
"He's 19." I said.
"What‘s your birthday?" Michael asked, flashing a smile.
"May 21st, 1987."
"Cool, I‘ll have to do something for your next birthday." Michael said, looking up at the ceiling. He then looked at me again with a puzzling look on his face.
"What?" I asked, looked at him.
"Well...I was just thinking that you're not like most of my fans. You've kept your cool this entire time. You've kept your normalcy around me, when most other fans would try to gain my attention by changing certain things about themselves that I don't find attractive. Or they completely freak out, or don't know what to make of the situation..."
"Well I haven't really kept my normalcy, honestly. I've been craving a cigarette all night, I've just been resisting the urge to. But as to you being famous, all you've proved to me is that you're the same person on camera as you are off, that's a quality I admire most of all. With you, what you see is what you get. You're not like Britney Spears, or Justin Timberlake, who are only famous because of their image, or extravagant partying. You are who you are, you're never something that you're not." I said looking at him, with sincerity. I then got off the bed and laid down in my makeshift bed, feeling that I could pass out any minute.
"I mean with all honesty, I think why you are viciously attacked so much by the media, and by people you trust, is because they envy something in you that they don't have." I tossed on my side, to face him.
"Honestly, give it some food for thought. I may only be 20 years old, and still a baby in your eyes, but I've gone through the same stuff in high school, and still face it today." I said giving out a huge yawn. I grabbed the pillow and pulled back the blankets and crawled underneath them.
"Goodnight Michael, have a good rest." I said, flashing him one last smile before turning off the lamp and drifting off to sleep.
I laid there, watching Crystal drift off to sleep thinking about her last statements. She had given me food for thought. Crystal probably was not only a fan of my music, but also a fan after my own heart. From what she told me about her family, I didn't doubt that she had experienced all that I had gone through. What she had gone through was probably more devastating than what I've gone through. I felt sorry for this young girl, she's learned so much from me, perhaps it was my turn to take a lesson from her.
"I'm glad I met you." I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I didn't think she heard me.
"I'm glad I met you too, Michael." Crystal said, turning over and snuggle into the blankets further. I felt so horrible for making Crystal sleep on the floor.
“Crystal, are you sure you don’t want to sleep on the bed?”
“Yeah, I’m sure, you better get some sleep though, you won't be worth much tomorrow without it." Crystal said turning back over. I wanted to hold her, to make her feel safe. But perhaps she was keeping her distance for a reason. Maybe its to protect the both of us…I closed my eyes and I drifted off to sleep.

4:39 am
“Michael…Michael wake up…” I said, holding the blanket I had around my body even tighter. I had waken up to my feet feeling like ice. During some point during the night the heater gave out allowing the frigid air from outside to leak in from the window and fill the room. I tried to fix it, but I didn’t know a damn thing about hot water radiating heaters. I shook Michael. “Michael…”
“Mmm…what?” Michael said groggily.
“Can I climb into bed with you?”
“Huh? Why? What time is it?”
“It’s like 4:30 in the morning. The heater quit working and I’m freezing my ass off.”
“I suppose…” Michael peeled the covers back and once the cold air hit him he put the covers back on him.
“Damn its cold in here…open the door and let some of the warm air from the hallway in here.” Michael said still laying in bed. I quickly went over to the door and opened it as Michael moved to one side of the bed. I quickly dove underneath the covers to find much needed warmth. My foot brushed against a part of Michael’s exposed leg and he jumped.
“God you’re like ice! Come here…” Michael said, pulling my body up against his. He was so warm.
“You’re freezing.” I began shivering. I didn’t realize how cold I was until I hugged Michael. He was like fire, and I was cold as ice. Michael continued to hold me. Now warm and safe, I fell back asleep in Michael’s arms.
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