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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 Thirty Six ~ America

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*One Day Later*
“Crystal, it was a pleasure to have you here. I wish you could’ve stayed longer and Michael, you take care of her!” Kurai said, as she wrapped her arms around the both of us.
“Oh yes, I will, most definitely.”
“Congrats again on your engagement.” Kurai said, as she pulled away from the two of us. Michael and I looked at each other.
“Ready?” Michael asked as his fingers laced with mine. I nodded.
*Twenty minutes later*
Michael and I sat together with me having the window seat, Michael in the isle and Wayne with out a seat.
“Where I am I going to sit?”
“Anywhere, there’s plenty of room.” Michael said, gesturing with his hand to the rest of the first class area. Wayne nodded.
“Okay man. I’ll be over there if you need me.” Wayne said, sitting kiddy-corner from our seats. Michael, who held my hand in his. turned to me.
“I love you, you know that right?” I turned my head to look at him. He looked so sexy as an emo college aged man. Karen had done an excellent job on him, adding a mustache and goatee and the blue contacts made it hard for me to recognize him. I was his gothic fiancé with green contacts. I smiled.
“I love you too.” I said, leaning forward and placing a kiss on his lips. A flight attendant came up to us with the beverage cart.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” The woman asked looking Michael then at me.
“Um, sure. I’ll take some water.” Michael said, flashing a smile at the young stewardess. The woman who looked my age looked at me.
“And you miss?”
“I’ll take a seven-up.” I said, looking at the young woman. She handed me the green can. I thanked her graciously and she went on her way into coach. I set the can on the pull down stand in front of me. I dug in my purse and found what I had been looking for, my mp3 player. I put the small ear buds in my ears, when the one in my right ear was yanked out. I looked at Michael, who was grinning.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, my eyes meeting his.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, shooting my question right back at me.
“I was going to listen to music and catch-up on sleep…” I said putting my hand on his knee. “Did you have something better in mind?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Actually, yes. I wanted to talk to you about a living arrangement and what types of things you’d like if you would be living in California…”
“Oh…” I said, feeling a bit let down. I put my mp3 player back in my purse and directed my full attention to Michael.
“Will talked to Sony and they are only going to let me have a week off from recording…”
“But you’ve taken whole days off before…”
“That was because Will needed some things to tend to as well, the day that he came in was the first day he was back…”
“Oh…so what happens if you’re not back in a week?”
“Well, Sony drops the whole deal and I have to pay their money back and all that hard work would’ve been for nothing.” Michael said his eyes meeting mine.
“I’m sorry, I never meant to ruin your plans…I…” Michael placed a finger up to my lips.
“Shush. You’re not ruining my plans, so don’t even think like that. I’m doing this because finding a condo or apartment in a place such as LA or the suburbs can be very nerve-racking. Plus, you’ll more than likely need my help with getting some things for your place.” Michael then dug in my purse and took out my small notebook and pen. He opened it up and handed it to me.
“Write your favorite colors, and your décor style.”
“Why?”
“So I know what stores to go to…”
“Well I don’t know…I’ve never really had the luxury to go out and buy the things that I like. Everything I’ve ever owned, I bought myself at Wal-mart or was given to me--”
“Oh shoot! I forgot…” Michael interrupted as he looked at Wayne, who was hitting on an Austrian woman who had just sat down in the row in front of him. “Psst! Wayne!” Wayne, looking annoyed, shot a look at Michael. He rolled his eyes.
“What do you want man?”
“That paper that I gave you, give it here!” Michael said, reaching his long, lanky arm over to the width of the isle toward Wayne. Wayne dug in his inside coat pocket and handed Michael a folded piece of paper. Another piece of paper fell out of it. Michael tried to catch it, but it landed in the middle of the isle. Michael reached down to get it but an elderly woman intercepted him, picking up the small piece of paper.
“Here you be lad.” The elderly lady said, handing Michael the small piece of paper. Michael smiled.
“Thank you.” Michael said, his face flushing with embarrassment. As Michael brought the piece of paper closer I realized it was a check. Michael unfolded the piece of paper, or actually the stack of papers. It was a recording contract through Michael’s record company MJJ Productions. My eyes widened with shock.
“Michael…I--” My heart began racing. “Oh my gosh, my hearts about to race out of my chest.”
“Hang on, Crys, don’t faint of me, okay? Read all the information then sign here, here, and here.” Michael said, flipping through the pages and placing X’s where my John Hancock was supposed to be signed.
“Okay…” I said, looking at Michael. The contract was basically for 6 years or for two albums, whichever came first. It was to include a minimum of 4 videos, 2 CD signings at Virgin Record Store and a nationwide tour which would be discussed at a later date. I drew in a deep breath as I continued reading. Michael would be my manager and I was to be made my own co-manager, meaning that if I would get to choose who I wanted to collaborate with and produce my music. It also stated that I would get 50% profit from the sale of my albums, tickets and memorabilia, with Michael getting 40% and the other 10% going to other staff that Michael decided to hire for publicity etc. That was the basic gist of the document. I looked at Michael.
“Are you ready to sign?”
“Yeah, but I have just one question?” I asked, my eyes meeting Michael’s. He placed the pen on the tray that the paper now rested on.
“Shoot.” Michael said, moving a piece of hair out of my face. I blushed but didn’t lose my train of thought.
“Did you force your siblings to do a nationwide tour?” Michael let out a quiet laugh.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Then why are you forcing me to? I don’t do well in front of crowds…”
“We’ll tackle that obstacle when we get to it. We aren’t going to start recording the moment we get to the states. It’ll be months before you step foot into a recording studio and perhaps a year or so before you’ll have to start prepping for a national tour…”
“Why the long wait?”
“Well…” Michael’s eyes met mine. “We have a wedding to plan and a honeymoon to go on. You don’t want to jump into this then try to plan it all around your schedule. We’d be shooting ourselves in the foot to try and plan our wedding and your career at the same time.”
“Oh. I see. Well, I guess I’ll just sign this and you’ll get it all taken care of?”
“Yes.” Michael reassured me. I signed my signature to the three places he asked me to sign it, then I handed his pen back to him. The plane began to taxi on the runway, I knew that we were about to take off.
“And this is all yours.” Michael said, as he handed me a check with my name on it. It was made out for 20 million dollars. My body went limp as my eyes view the numerous zeros. I began to hyperventilate.
“Crystal…breathe…”
“I’m…I’m…I’m…oh my GOD!” I screamed, Michael clamped his hand over my mouth.
“Crystal, calm down, you’re gonna faint.” Michael loosened his hand over my mouth as I tried to regain control over my absolute shock.
“Michael, do you know how much money this is? I’ve never seen so many zeros in my life. I don’t deserve this.”
“My financial advisor thinks so. She’s the one I conferred with to get this record deal made.”
“Michael, this is too much! I would’ve been happy with a thousand dollars…but 20 million?” I said, whispering the amount of money. Michael took a sip of his water. My utter shock wasn’t affecting him a bit.
“A thousand? Honey, there is no amount of money I can put on your talent. Kylie’s record company was throwing 15 million at you. I had to up the ante a little.”
“A little? You call five million a little?”
“It is…Crystal, I don’t think you realize the amount of wealth that I have acquired…I’m not breaking the bank, trust me. Besides, 20 million goes quickly in California…”
“Not that quickly…jeez. I’ve never had more than $3000 at one time now I’m a multimillionaire, with just a flick of my wrist. It’s just…mind-boggling.”
“I guess I don’t understand…”
“Michael go back, way back when you were a kid and you got that record deal at Motown…”
“Oh. I guess I do understand, but its been so long…”
“Its okay Michael. You made my day. I guess my next question is…where am I going to cash a check as large as this?”
“You don’t, we’ll go to a bank and open an account for you.” Michael said his eyes meeting mine. I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer. I leaned forward and pulled Michael into a passionate lip-lock. Both our faces were flushed when we dislodged because everyone’s eyes were on us. We interlaced fingers and looked at each other as the plane took off.
*14 hrs later; Great Falls International Airport*
“Baby, please wake up.” I heard Michael’s sweet voice say through my dream I was having about singing at a prestigious award show. I groaned.
“Just five more minutes, please baby?” I said,
“Crys, we don’t have five more minutes. We’ve already landed.”
“Really?” I mumbled again. My eyes opening just a little to see his angelic features staring at me.
“Yes honey. Now wake up.”
“I’m so tired…”
“I know honey, but look at it this way, at least we don’t have far to go…”
“Ugh, I don’t want to see my ex. Can we go tomorrow?”
“No, now come on. Lets get our stuff.” Michael said, as he got up. I looked up at him. My eyes still puffy from sleep deprivation.
“Did you sleep?”
“Yes, but I’m used to traveling like this. You on the other hand…”
“Yeah…” Michael helped me up out of the seat as Wayne got up and grabbed my bag out of the carryon storage shelf. We followed him out of the plane and over to the baggage check where I grabbed the rest of my stuff. Wayne and Michael didn’t bring anything with them. We walked out of the airport where there was a black SUV waiting for us. The sun was blinding to me. Why in all the world, did Montana have to be bright and sunny and pleasant. It seemed very ironic to me. Especially for November.
“Hey Mike, is this the lady who stole your heart?” The driver said as he opened the door for Michael. Michael nodded. He was slightly smaller then Wayne but equally as intimidating.
“Yes, Crystal, this is Yannick, Yannick this is my Fiancé Crystal.” Michael said, introducing me to the bulky man. Yannick offered his hand out to me. I could see it in his eyes, we were going to get along. I shook his hand.
“Nice to meet you Yannick.” I said, my eyes meeting his again. He eyed me then elbowed Mike and mumbled something to him. I blushed as he helped into the SUV. Michael climbed in after me as Wayne got in the passengers side. Yannick got in and shut the door, his attention to the two of us in the back.
“So how was the flight?”
“Great.” Michael said. “Okay.” Wayne said. “Tiring.” I said. The three of us switched glances but didn’t say anymore.
“Oh. Well are you guys hungry? I know that airplane food isn’t the greatest you know?”
“Yeah man,” Wayne said, looking at Yannick.
“How about you MJ? You hungry?”
“Nah, I had a big meal on the plane.” Michael said, leaning back into his seat and closing his eyes momentarily. Yannick looked at me through the rearview mirror.
“How about you Crystal? You hungry?”
“Yeah, I could go for a bacon egg McGriddle right now.” I said, my mouth curving into a smile.
“McDonalds? Sure thing. That okay Wayne?”
“Sure, whatever.” Wayne said closing his eyes as well. Yannick drove until he hit 10th avenue. He looked at me through the rear-view mirror.
“Do you know Great Falls pretty well?” Yannick asked, turning his eyes back on the road.
“Um, actually no. I usually let my ex do most of the driving. But if you keep driving McDonalds is up there somewhere.” I said, looking at Yannick again.
“So, how did you and Mike meet anyway? He never is one to spill details.”
“Well, we met at a soccer game actually.”
“A soccer game? Mike was never one for watching sports…are you sure that’s where you met him, because that’s so out of character for him…”
“Yannick…” Michael whined, opening his left eye to looked at me.
“What man?!? I’m trying to get the truth…”
“Wayne forced me to go to that soccer game.” Michael said, as he opened both of his eyes and looked at me as he stretched across the seat and laid his head in my lap. I leaned down and gave him a kiss on the lips before he closed his eyes and drifted back to a light slumber. My fingers ran through Michael’s hair as I hummed to him.
Meanwhile, Yannick was trying to drive with the crazy Montanan drivers. He started cursing and this caused Michael to open his eyes. He looked up at me.
“What the hell is his problem?”
“Okay, nobody told me about the fucking kamikaze drivers.”
“My bad, I probably should have told you huh?”
“Well a warning would’ve been nice…damn it! Watch where you’re going!” Yannick said, swerving out of the way of someone who had cut him off. Michael began snickering silently to himself. I rolled my eyes and looked down at Michael.
“Go back to sleep Michael.” I said, throwing my coat over his face. Michael pushed it off of himself then began tickling me.
“AH! No! Don’t!” I said, pushing away Michael’s hands away as I dived over the seat. Michael chased after me, chasing me back to the very back. I had managed to squeeze myself in between the seat and trunk door.
“Crystal, come on, that’s not fair…” Michael said, as his hands tried to get at me in the small space.
“No way.” I said, crawling further into the small space. I then realized my mistake when Michael crawled into the cramped space after me, blocking off any chance of escape. His hands went right to my sides as he began to tickle me once more.
“Michael! Please!” I pleaded, before erupting into a fit of laughter. My legs brushed up against his crotch as I tried to turn in the small space but Michael grabbed my leg and pulled himself further in. I now found myself pinned between Michael’s hard body, and the hard back door. I tried to get out but I found that my movements would only end up arousing Michael. So I stilled as Michael’s hand brushed over the fabric of my black jeans before resting on my hip. My heart was racing. The car made a left hand turn and traveled a short distance before coming to a stop. The inertia of the vehicle pressed me up against Michael even more. Michael’s arm hooked around my waist to keep me there. His eyes were becoming clouded with lust. He licked his lips and looked at me with bedroom eyes. Michael’s lips crashed upon my lips then went right for my neck.
“Michael…as much as I want to, now isn’t the time or the place.” I said, as snaked my hand up and closed it on the latch of the door. His hand came up to close on mine.
“I don’t think so.” Michael said as he peeled my hand off of the latch. He pulled me against him again as he wormed the both of us out of the tight spot. I went back to my spot as Michael slid in next to me. Both of us were nervous about what the trip would have in store for all of us.
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