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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-Eight ~ You Got A Way

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“Michael!!! Stop!…” I said as Michael put in another bag of candy in the cart. It was his 7th bag of candy that I had to put back on the shelf.
“Oh come on…” Michael begged, mustering his best puppy dog expression. I shook my head.
“No, Michael.” I said, turning the cart toward the produce section of the store.
“Please!?!?!” Michael insisted, whining like a seven-year old. I rolled my eyes at him.
“You are impossible, fine one bag, but you have to eat the whole bag yourself. You’re not conning Wayne, Yannick or I to help you eat it.” Michael smiled, then kissed me on the cheek.
“You’re the best!” Michael said, picking an assorted bag of Kit-Kats, Hershey‘s, Reese’s and Whoppers and throwing into the cart that was filled with a five pound bag of flour, 3lbs of ground lean hamburger, one pound soy burger upon Michael’s suggestion, three bags of shredded cheese, guacamole, and hot salsa. I winked at him, letting him know that I was kidding around with him. Michael smiled as we walked to the produce section of Wal-mart. It was Yannick’s turn to put on the kid charade.
“Ooh! Habaneras…Crystal, we gotta get these.” Yannick said looking at me as he placed a handful into a clear plastic produce bag. I shook my head at him. Wayne then went and began filling another bag with Jalapenos. I shook my head again.
“Oh! You guys can have your hot peppers, but I can’t have my olives or sour cream. I can’t believe this!” I said in mock shock. The guys laughed, as I handed to cart to Michael.
“Watch this, I’m going to go get some olives and sour cream.” I said, turning around and heading toward the dairy section of the store. I grabbed some sour cream and I was headed to the canned food isle for olives when I heard my name being called. I turned around to see Jason’s friend Anthony. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. What was I going to say? Especially if he asks about Jason? I thought frantically. Damn, this is turning to be a great day.
“Hey Crystal, what are you doing here?”
“Um…hi Anthony, I guess I could ask the same question?” I asked, my eyes meeting Anthony’s. Just then I heard his girlfriend’s voice come from inside the isle.
“Anthony, who the hell are you talking to--oh, hey Crystal, what’s up?” Amber asked, her eyes landing on me.
“Um…shopping.”
“Yeah us too, where’s Jason?”
“Well I’m sure you guys will find out sooner or later, we broke up, he had the audacity to cheat on me…”
“Yeah we knew…”
“About our break-up or about him cheating…”
“About him cheating…” My anger began to flare. They both knew and didn’t even bother to tell me. My jaw clenched shut.
“How long?”
“He’s been cheating on you for about a month now.” My fists now were clenched tightly to my sides. So help me God, I will kill that man.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, still through a clenched jaw.
“He was paying us not to tell you…Crystal, wait…where are you going?”
“Away, before I do something stupid.” Was all I could say because I was seeing red. I quickly got the olives and went back to the produce section. By the time I was there, tears were freely flowing down my cheeks. Michael, Wayne, and Yannick were laughing but once they caught sight of me their expressions turned into worry.
“Crystal, my God, what happened…” Michael said as I ran into his half opened arms. He held me against him as I cried even harder into his chest.
“I’ll kill him Michael, I’ll fucking kill him…” I muttered.
“Who your deadbeat ex?” Yannick asked. I couldn’t see him, but I could imagine both Wayne and Yannick’s baffled expressions.
“Yes. I just saw his friends Amber and Anthony, they’ve known about him cheating for at least a month…”
“What!” Michael said, pulling my away from him and looking at me with a troubled expression painted on his features.
“That’s not the kicker though. He was paying them not to tell me.”
“If I see him again, I’ll kick his ass for you…”
“I second that…damn.” Yannick said, leaning against the cart.
“What is wrong with me that made him do that…I mean damn, what if he gave me something and I don’t know it…” I looked at Michael. “I could’ve given you something and not know it…”
“Given me something? What in heaven are you talking about?”
“Michael, Tasha…she’s pretty much the town whore, I don’t know how many men she’s been with, but every man that I’ve come across in Havre has slept with her and that’s a lot.” I said, my eyes meeting with his. Michael then understood what I was getting at, then he drew me into a hug.
“We’ll both see my doctor as soon as we get to L.A. I promise, but if you did, I won’t be angry at you. It’s not your fault, and you never deserved what he did to you.” I lost it then, my sobs came in torrents as Michael held me in the middle of Walmart. Yannick and Wayne walked away from us. Michael offered to pay, but Wayne said he had it and told us to go out to the car. Michael ushered me out to the SUV. Once inside the cold vehicle, Michael drew me to him into a hug.
“Are you going to be okay?” Michael asked, his eyes meeting mine in the dim light that filtered into the SUV. I wiped my tears and runny nose on my sweater sleeve.
“No, I’m scared. I mean what if I contracted something really bad.”..
“Crys, if you had, I’m sure you would know by now right?”
“I don’t know Michael. I thought he loved me…”
“Honey, I don’t think he knows what love is. Come here.” Michael said, as he drew me into another hug.
“I love you Crystal, and no matter what, I will never be unfaithful.” Michael promised, as his hand strokes strands of my hair. I hugged him tighter. Later on that night, after a filling meal of Indian Tacos, I finally had some time alone for myself and on a notepad I scribbled.
You got a way of making sunshine of the rain

You got a way of making oceans into flames

You got a way of making darkness into light

You’re making all my contradictions turn out right
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