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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 Seven ~ Truth and Rights

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When we arrived in Havre, it was creeping close to eleven in the morning. We picked up a u-haul to haul behind the SUV as we headed to where my old apartment was. We pulled up to our place on third street, and from the look of it, Jason wasn’t home. Yannick and Wayne got out of the SUV, while Michael stayed behind, afraid that he would hurt Jason if he was to come up to the apartment.
As Yannick, Wayne and I walked up the rickety steps to the apartment, my adrenaline started pumping.
“So, why did you and him break up?”
“He cheated on me…more than once.” I said, looking at Yannick.
“Oh, that’s good reason.” Yannick said simply as I reached the top step. I put my key in the door to find it unlocked. So I opened the door and walked in.
“Hello?” I called out, as I looked around the trashed place. Jason came walking out of the bedroom in his sweats.
“Crys? What the hell are you doing here?” Jason asked, a hint of venom behind his voice.
“I guess I can ask you the same question?” I asked, empathetically.
“I live here.”
“I know that, I thought you had to work…”
“I quit my job so I could come and see you. But obviously you care about banging some gay ass faggot then about your fiancé.” Both Yannick and Wayne shot Jason deadly glances. Jason gulped.
“Ex-fiancé.” I corrected. “I’m here to grab my shit and get out of here.” I said, as I began grabbing clothes which were strewn all over the place.
“Good luck.” Jason said, bitterly as he went back to his bedroom and slammed the door behind him. I could hear Tasha back there asking Jason who was there. Pretty soon Tasha opened the bedroom door and smirked.
“It’s about damn time you came and got your shit.” Tasha spewed.
“And it’s about damn time to shut your fucking mouth before I give you something to shut it with.” I mumbled under my breath. From Yannick and Wayne’s expressions they didn’t want to get involved.
“What do you need help with?” Wayne asked, his eyes meeting mine.
“Um, I need my laptop out of the bedroom, as well as my stereo from the living room. The boxes are in the back closet for both of them.
“No fucking way! You aren’t taking that laptop. That’s Jason’s…” Tasha began saying. I stopped Wayne from going into the bedroom with a gentle hand to the chest as I walked back there and grabbed my laptop and unplugged the power cord. Tasha stopped me from leaving.
“You aren’t taking it…” I turned the laptop around to show her where I put my name on it.
“Does this look like Jason’s name?” I asked. When Tasha didn’t say anything I rolled my eyes. “That’s what I thought…” As I was walking past her I felt something hit me in the back of the head and I went down. The laptop went flying, but I didn’t care, my head throbbed violently with pain. I held the back of my head as Wayne rushed past my fallen body and pulled Tasha out of the bedroom.
“All right bitch! I’ve had enough of your damn antics, I’m taking you downstairs. Nobody hits my boss’s fiancé like that and gets away from it…” Jason looked at me with disgust and shock.
“You’re engaged to him?” Jason said looking down at me. I nodded. He disappeared then appeared again with the rest of my stuff from the bedroom. He threw them at me. “Get your shit and get out of here.” Jason spat before slamming the door shut again. Yannick rushed to my side.
“Are you all right?” Yannick asked, helping me up off the floor.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I said, my hand running over the now rising goose-egg on my head. “Fucking Bitch!”
“That was really low what she did…oh damn…” Yannick said as he picked the broken laptop. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right, I’ll buy another one.” I said, picking up the items that Jason threw at me.
It took us a total of a half an hour to get my stuff. As we were wrapping it up, Wayne came back upstairs with a police officer.
“Hello, my name is Officer Overly, I received a call about a young woman being assaulted by a Tasha Richman?”
“That’s me.” I said, raising my hand, still feeling the now huge bump on my head.
“Ma’am can you come downstairs and fill out a complaint form then we’ll get her down to the station and processed.
“Okay.” I said, as Yannick and Wayne carried the last boxes out to the u-haul. I followed the officer downstairs. Tasha was in the back of the patrol car. She flipped me the bird when she saw me. I rolled my eyes at her. The officer got a black leather-bound folder out of his car. He took out a sheet of paper.
“Okay ma’am, can I get your name here, and your number and your address…”
“I currently have no address right now.”
“Okay, well how about your number…”
“Well you see I’m moving out of state, so…”
“Oh, well what about those guys over there?”
“That’ll work. Hey Yannick, what’s your number?”
“It’s 805 555-7834.” Yannick said, closing the u-haul up. I filled out the form as the officer advised me to. Then he took out his camera.
“Okay I’m going to take picture of the injury so that the judge has evidence that she did this to you. Do you suppose Wayne might be able to testify?” By now, both the guys were around me, backing me up. I looked up at the top window, and Jason was looking at me, watching me.
“I can do that.” Wayne said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Really? Will…” Wayne interrupted me.
“Yes, I will. Now hurry up.”
“Okay.” I said, flashed a smile at the guys as I turned around and moved my hair out of the way where the goose-egg was. After I heard the digital camera go off a couple of times I turned around and shook the officer’s hand.
“Thank you.”
“No problem,” He said, as he put everything back in his car. “Good Luck with your move.” He said, as he got into his patrol. Again, Tasha flipped me off and again I rolled my eyes. I waved the officer off. I then walked back to the SUV to see Michael standing outside. I still felt Jason’s eyes, as Michael pulled me to him. His lips crashed upon mine in a passionate kiss. From the corner of my eye I saw Michael’s hand come up with his middle finger in the air, flipping Jason off. I giggled into Michael’s mouth. Michael’s hands roamed down my back as both of them landed on my bottom where they squeezed. Michael pulled away from me, we were both breathless. I looked up to see Jason had disappeared from the window. My face flushed to see both Yannick and Wayne had seen our display. I hurried up and got in the SUV, Michael again followed me.
After getting a meal from the Artic Circle, we were on the road again. We were heading back to Great Falls as Wayne was on the phone trying to reserve us tickets for the next flight out to California.
“Are you serious? Well, hm, let me run it by my boss…” Wayne said holding the phone to his chest and turning to Michael. “Hey Mike, the next flight out is tomorrow…did you want to do it?”
“When tomorrow? I only have…” Michael looked at his watch then figured out that it wasn’t accurate so he opened his phone. “Six days left if we go tomorrow that’ll leave me with five days to help her find an apartment and get her situated…”
The two men looked at Michael ridiculously.
“What are we man? Seriously? Chopped liver? You know that we’ll help you get her settled. You also have Tyler, Dennis and Paul to help too you know.”
“I know…its just seems like I’ll just get her settled in then I’ll have to leave you know.”
“We know man. Don’t worry she’ll be taken care of good. You don’t need to worry.” Yannick said, as his eyes scanned over me and he licked his lips. Michael caught this and slapped Yannick on the arm. Yannick busted out laughing.
“Don’t get any ideas, Yannick.” Michael scolded. As he busted out laughing.
“I can’t help it man, I’m a man just like you.” Michael rolled his eyes then looked at me as I blushed. Wayne looked at Michael again.
“So did you want to drive it, or fly it?”
“Might as well fly it. I could use the extra rest.” Michael said looking at me then resting his head upon my shoulder. I smiled at Michael as I wrapped an arm around him lovingly.
*Three Hours Later*
I jumped onto the queen sized bed that was in the luxurious suite like a little kid. The suite was equipped with a small kitchenette as well. I launched myself off the bed and landed firmly on the floor. I walked over to it.
“Ooh! Guys look! I can make us something to eat!”
“Huh? You can cook?” Wayne asked, incredulously.
“Duh? Where have you been? I’m better than Rachel Ray…” I teased back as I looked in the fridge in hopes of finding some kind of food, but was only met with an empty fridge.
“Really?” Yannick asked, setting down my heavy carry-on case.
“No, but I can cook just about anything…”
“You know what sounds good? Mexican food…” Wayne said, his suggestion mainly aimed at Yannick.
“Ooh yeah man,” Yannick said, nodding, then he turned to me. “Know any good Mexican dishes?”
“Ever had Indian Tacos?” I asked looking at the two of them. Both of them shook their heads.
“Great.” I said, looking at them. I searched the cupboards to find nothing other than an old Chinese take-out menu. I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t want to buy a whole new set of cookware…I’ll have to take it with me if--”
“Hey, don’t worry about it, that’s what we’re here for.” Yannick said, stopping me from going on a rant.
“Yeah, besides we have to get some toiletries too, so we’ll get food and everything when we go out…”
“Why don’t we all go!” I suggested looking at Michael, whose was looking more disheveled as the day dragged on.
“Oh no! Not looking like this…people won’t believe me…”
“Michael, how long has it been since you’ve been shopping as a regular joe?”
“Years, but…” I closed the gap between us and held him in my arms.
“But?”
“Look at me, I’m a mess.” I looked him straight in the eye.
“I can fix you up. If someone recognizes you, play it off. Tonight, you’re not going to be Michael Jackson the King Of Pop, tonight you’re just Michael, the regular guy who enjoys to shop with his soon to be wife. Can you do that?” I asked, looking at him. His eyes welled with tears. Wayne and Yannick looked on. I hated putting Michael on the spot like this, and I expected him to lock himself in the bathroom. But he did something that took me by surprise. He pulled me into him and leaned over me, pulling me into a heated kiss. Wayne and Yannick howled.
“Get that Michael…yeah!” Yannick cheered. My face turned beat red as I returned Michael’s passion. He then let me back up and pulled away from me. He pulled down the hood to reveal his dark locks.
“We better go if we’re going to shop for supper.” Michael said grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door. Wayne and Yannick followed closely behind as we made it out to the SUV. By this time my contacts were drying up and becoming quite bothersome to me. Once we got into the SUV Michael looked at me.
“What’s wrong? Why do you keep blinking?”
“The contacts…” Was all I had to say before I was handed Michael’s bottled water. I gratefully took it and drenched my eyes, causing my mascara to run in the process. I put the bottle in the seat between us then muttered a curse word.
“Now what? Oh. Your mascara…”
“I know, you aren’t the only one worried about looking like a mess. Damn it!” I said, taking my powder from my purse and touching my cheeks up where the mascara had run. Michael stopped my hand.
“Stop, you’re beautiful.” Michael said taking the powder from my hand and rolling down the window and chucking the compact out. My jaw dropped.
“You don’t need any make-up to make yourself more beautiful. You already are.” Michael said, as he began closing the gap between us.
“Hey Crystal, what should we get first, the cookware or the food?” Michael stopped, annoyed. He glared at Wayne through the rearview mirror. I know he was feeling a little sexually frustrated. It had been nearly three days since we had made love.
“Cookware, definitely.” I said bringing my forehead to Michael’s. Our noses touched as Michael’s hand brushed against my breast.
“I want you so much.” Michael breathed. My hands dropped to his hands in his laps. I took his hands as Michael lightly kissed my lips.
“I know baby,” I said, my womanhood throbbing with arousal. I wanted him like no other right now, but we needed to ditch Wayne and Yannick. The next time we’d do that was later on tonight, when they went back to their own rooms. I pulled Michael into a hug.
“Babe, can you wait until tonight?” I whispered into Michael’s ear. Michael then brought my one of my hands to his crotch.
“Does this feel like I can wait until tonight?” Michael breathed as I felt his erection through his jeans. Just feeling his hardness made me wet myself. I pushed myself harder into the seat to ease the ache in between my legs. Michael noticed this. “Looks like you want it too.” I bit my lip as I let go of him and blushed. It wasn’t long before we were at the Home Essentials store. Michael leaned forward.
“Follow my lead.” Michael whispered, as he grabbed my hand and we walked into the store from the SUV. Inside were all different brands of cookware and cooking utensils. I was surprised at the different varieties. As we looked through the store Michael held me close to him, occasionally grind up against me to tell me that he still wanted me. We had spent about fifteen minutes in the store, with Yannick and Wayne fiddling around with some espresso makers, Michael began pulling me toward the back of the store.
“Honey, lets look back here…” Michael whispered, in a low tone and sent shivers up my spine.
“Okay babe.” I said, following his lead. Wayne and Yannick began following us. I turned around and looked at the two of them.
“Why don’t you guys pick out an espresso maker while I’m back here looking at cookware. I shouldn’t be too long.” I said, my glance switching between them. Yannick nodded looking at Wayne.
“You guys will be okay right?” Wayne asked, his worry reflecting on his face.
“We’ll be more than fine Wayne.” Michael said, as he continued pulling me toward the back.
“Okay man. Holler if you need anything.” Wayne said as I followed Michael to the back of the store. Michael’s lips met mine in a heated kiss. From the corner of my eye I saw a camera. I pulled away breathless.
“Michael stop…there’s camera’s all over…” Michael pulled me into another kiss.
“I don’t care. I want you so bad right now, I’d fuck you in front of a million paparazzi to have you.” My face blushed as I envision Michael and I going at it in front of a million people taking pictures of us. I rolled my eyes.
“You would not…hey!” I began to say before Michael threw me through a swing door and I was pinned to the wall on the other side. Michael lips hungrily met mine.
“I would too.” Suddenly the button and zipper of my jeans were undone.
Before I knew it, Michael had bent me over a nearby desk and in one swift motion both my jeans and underwear were down at my knees and Michael was working on his button and fly. Once he freed himself, he dug into my purse and grabbed a condom and slid it on. In the meantime, my hand had slid down to my clit and began to massage it. Michael entered me quickly, letting out a loud moan as he did so. He began moving inside me as I let out a moan as I felt the tip of Michael’s manhood hit my g-spot.
“Ah…Crystal…ooh…you’re so tight…uh…” Michael moaned pulling the bottom end of my body closer into him. His hand ran up the length of my back then back down again to my bottom with each thrust of his hips. Michael quickened his pace, as he gave a playful smack on my booty.
“God girl,” Then he delved deeply into me, allowing a moan to escape my throat. Michael then grunted as he felt my muscles contract around him.
“Tell me you like this…tell me you like this cock.” I couldn’t believe my ears what I was hearing. I worked my fingers at a faster pace on my clitoris. I felt myself coming to a climax.
“Oh yes…I love it.” I moaned softly as my right hand gripped the side of the desk to brace myself from Michael’s powerful thrusts.
“You love what girl? Hm? Tell me.” Michael demanded, as his hand landed on my derriere with a loud smack. I was for sure that we were going to get caught now but I wasn’t bothered by it, as I let out a loud moan as Michael hit my g-spot repeatedly. He then slowed his pace.
“Oh GOD. I love your cock….Oh…” Michael then slid out of me before turning me around and lifting me up onto the desk. Michael spread my legs again and entered me. He held my hips close to his body, so that with every thrust he was hitting my clitoris. All too soon, I was seeing colors and my body erupted in orgasm. My nails raked across the fabric covering Michael’s back as I literally screamed into Michael’s shoulder in pleasure. My body trembled, and my nether region contracted rhythmically as waves of exquisite pleasure shot through my body. Michael followed my lead, as he pumped inside of me deeply then shook violently as he pulled me into him tightly, moaning my name loudly as he did so. We stayed like that, just holding each other moments after our orgasms before I reached down to Michael’s back and reach underneath and felt the scratches I had made moments earlier. Michael pulled away from me.
“I’m sorry I scratched you…” Michael silenced me with a kiss.
“Don’t be…” Michael said, looked up at me as he peeled the condom off of his now placid organ. “Thralls of passion.” He said throwing the used rubber sheath away in the trash receptacle. I hopped off the desk and pulled up my pants, closing them up in the process. Michael did the same thing. Michael grabbed my hand again. As we rushed to where the cookware was. Michael and I concentrated on finding cookware. We had settled upon a set of eight nonstick pans; four pots, and four pans. The bottoms were a metallic dark blue, with the infamous black non-stick finish. Just as we were taking it off the shelf, Wayne appeared at the end of the isle.
“Where have you guys been? Yannick and I have been looking for you guys for the last couple of minutes…”
“Calm down, we’ve just been looking at cookware.” I said, rolling my eyes. Michael blushed a little, but regained his composure.
“But we couldn’t find you anywhere in the store, then you guys suddenly-” Then it was like the light went on in Wayne’s brain, he switched glances between us. “Never mind.” Wayne said, as he shook his head. He then saw the pans in Michael’s hand. “So did you guys find what you wanted?” I nodded.
“Yeah, now all we need are some cooking utensils…did you find an espresso maker?” I asked, looking at Wayne. His face erupted into a huge smile. I knew that I had to be afraid.
“You’re going to love it.” Wayne said as we began to make our way out of the isle. I gulped playfully.
“Should I be afraid?” Wayne came by my side and nudged me.
“You’ll love it. I promise.” He said as he led us to a box sitting on the clerk counter. It was a metallic silver. It had a single spout and a double spout espresso filter and it came with a milk steamer and multiple settings for latte, macchiato, cappuccino, Americano, mocha, and espresso. Michael nodded in approval then he looked at me.
“So does this mean you’ll invite me over for a cappuccino soon?” Michael asked, his hand placing itself on the small of my back. I smiled.
“Of course.” I said, my eyes meeting Michael’s. “ But we have to get syrup.”
“Syrup? Huh?” Wayne asked.
“You know, the flavored syrup that they put in say a caramel latte or hazelnut cappuccino…”
“Oh I get cha’” Yannick said, as he disappeared down one of the isles. He then came back with caramel, hazelnut, chocolate, white chocolate, and vanilla syrups.
“Hey they have those real syrups…”
“Okay, get them too.” Michael said, looking at me. He winked as we went to another isle and looked for cooking utensils. Michael promised that we’d do some more shopping when we got to California. We checked out and headed for the SUV again. We went to the nearest Albertsons, Michael stayed out in the SUV with Wayne while Yannick and I went inside and got all the ingredients needed to make Indian tacos.
While I was waiting in the checkout, I glanced through the tabloids to see one that hadn’t let Michael and I go just yet. It was the Globe. I shoved all eight copies behind the enquirer. Just as I was doing that, one of the Albertson staff had walked by. As soon as I stepped away, the staffer came behind me and saw my picture on the drivel. He looked at me then back at the tabloid. I knew that he knew it was me. So I left the cart where it was and left the store. Yannick followed suit. As I was leaving one of the customer came up to me and asked me for an autograph for the issue she was going to buy. I shook my head in disgust.
“If you think I’m going to endorse that garbage you’re mistaken.” I said bitterly, rushing out of the store to avoid anymore confrontation. According to Yannick the store clerk freaked out that I was a celebrity. Sadly, we would have to go to another store because my embarrassment was too much. I went to the SUV and climbed in. Michael and Wayne both noticed that I had no groceries.
“Where’s the food?” Wayne asked directing his question to Yannick.
“Someone saw a mag with her picture on it and freaked. We were about to check out too and can you believe someone asked for her autograph…” Yannick replied looking at Wayne. Michael looked at me with the most sincere eyes. His hand enclosed around mine.
“I’m so sorry. I never wanted to expose you to this lifestyle.” Michael said, looking at me.
“It’s okay, honestly. It just means that we’ll have to go shopping at another store.” I said, looking at Michael as I squeezed his hand.
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