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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 Forty ~ Meet the Family

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“Ooh! I like that one.” I said, my eyes meeting a black four post bed with white satin sheets. I would totally see in the bedroom of my newly acquired apartment. Michael on the other hand, was in a very playful mood for some reason.
“Are you sure?” Michael asked, his eyes meeting mine. His voice hinting with distain.
“It’s my apartment. Not yours. Besides I can tie you to the bed better.” I said winking at him. Michael rolled his eyes.
“Girl, don’t even play like that. I might just tie you to the bed.” Michael said letting a low groan escape his throat. I moaned playfully.
“Ooh, sexy.” I muttered, looked at Michael seductively.
“So, you really want the bed?” The male associate asked us, as I glanced at the price. It was 11,000 dollars. My first instinct was to turn my heel and head for the door, but for the first time in my life, I was going to lay down more money than what most doctors make in a year. It gave me a sense of pride.
“It’s wonderful…yes. I’ll take it.” I said looking at the store associate who was walking with us through the massive store.
“Okay.” The man said, and wrote it down on his list. It was the very first item there.
“Oh, and what other colors do the sheets come in?” I asked the sales associate as he was getting the information for the bed frame.
“You wanted the sheets too?” Michael asked, looking at me. I looked at him.
“Baby, I’ve always wanted a four post bed with drapes and satin sheets.”
“Um, hang on let me check?” The man said, as he disappeared. The time was 3 pm and Michael had closed down an entire upscale home essentials store just so that me and him could shop.
“Really? Me too.”
“I know.” I said, looking at him. Michael looked at me then at the bed.
“So what kind of mattress do you want?”
“I’ve always wanted to try that memory foam. Some people have said it really works.” I said, thoughtfully.
“Do you have back problems?”
“No, but I want to be comfortable…”
“Get a water bed then.”
“Nah, waterbeds are so annoying.” I said, looking at the ground blushing. Just bringing up the waterbed brought up memories of my past with Jason.
“No…I have one, I love it.”
“Have you ever tried to do it on one though? Its so annoying…” Michael laughed a little in amusement.
“I take it that you have?”
“We were at a party and we snuck into the bedroom and it had a waterbed. Well, pretty much everyone at the party knew what we were doing because the water was sloshing back and forth in the bed.” Michael laughed in amusement.
“Okay, point taken, we’ll find you a memory foam mattress. Okay?”
“Wonderful.” I said, nodding as the store associate came back.
“We have burgundy, navy, beige, white, black, hunter green, and gold.”
“That’s great, I’ll take burgundy, navy white and black. How much are they per set?”
“540 Dollars…”
“Okay, I’ll take them. Oh! Does this bed frame have a matching dresser and vanity set?”
“Yes ma’am would you like to see them?”
“Yes please.” The man led us to the back, where they were already assembled, waiting to be showcased next to the matching bed frame. I nodded in approval.
“Wonderful, I’ll take them.” I said, nodding toward the sales associate who quickly wrote down the UPC number as we proceeded to walked through the store, as I picked out things that I had to have in my apartment.
*Three Hours Later*
Michael and I walked out of the store, with Wayne and Yannick ahead of us, clearing a way for us to walk in in the swarm of paparazzi. I threw my cigarette to the ground at a photographer’s foot not particularly aiming at him. Luckily the man moved his foot in time and crushed the burning stick with the sole of his shoe. I kept hood of the sweatshirt I was wearing low over my face, with Michael’s mirrored aviators over my eyes. Michael’s grip on my hand was crushing, but the way the photographers was grabbing, and pushing us, it was needed. After what seemed like forever under the scrutiny of screaming photographers and the blinding lights of flash bulbs we were in the refuge of the SUV. Michael let go of my hand and I sucked in a breath, not realizing that I had forgotten to breath for the brief, torturous period. Michael was the first the say something.
“Are you okay?” Michael asked, his eyes meeting for the first time since we had left the store. They were full of worry and something I hadn’t seen since Ireland, fear. I took off Michael’s aviators and nodded.
“Yeah, surprisingly. My hearts racing right now…here, feel it.” I said, bringing Michael’s hand to my neck to feel my pulse. Michael then put my hand on his neck and I instinctively found his pulse. His heart was beating at the same rate, if not faster than mine.
“You never get used to it Crystal. I’ve been mobbed by the paparazzi since I was 9 and I have learned to handle it better, the effect is still the same. Each and every time I wonder if I’ll be drug under or if someone will attempt to kill me. Whether intentionally or unintentionally…”
“Have you ever…”
“I was drug into a crowd when I was twelve. I was terrified, I had hands grabbing my shirt, my pants, touching me in places I wasn’t used to…it was Tito who pulled me away from the groupies. I’ve never been the same and even though I know the photographers don’t usually mean harm they can get out of control and…”
“Like Princess Di.” I said, my eyes meeting his. By now we were already headed toward another store that Michael had closed down. Michael swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with uncertainty.
“Yes, like her.” Michael said, his voice pained, his eyes full of sorrow as he glanced at me. I grasped his hand again and brought it to my lips, placing a kiss on the back of his hand. It was a painful topic for him, he had lost so many friends. It was only right for me to change the topic.
“So where am I staying tonight?” I asked, looking at Michael. He gave a laugh of amusement.
“Where do you think you’re staying?” Michael said, looking at me. I shrugged. I didn’t really know, my brain was still fried from the traveling.
“I don’t know, I could get a hotel room…”
“Come on Crys, are you serious? You’re staying with me of course. Don’t you want to meet my kids?”
“Oh! Of course…duh, what was I thinking. I must be jet lagged…damn.” I said, putting my face in my hands. Michael pulled me into him and held me there for a moment.
“It’s okay, travelling’s not easy. We can shop tomorrow, we don’t have to do all this today.”
“Well we’ll go to that one store, I don’t want to have those people mad at us because we stood them up after going through all the work of closing down the store.” I said, resting my head upon Michael’s shoulder.
“Okay, if you’re up to it.” Michael said, giving in.
*Three Hours Later*
Michael and I walked into the massive mansion.
“DAD!”
“FATHER!”
“DADDY!”
Michael’s children called out, and within a blink of an eyes, Michael was being hugged by his three children.
“Prince, Paris, Blanket, my children…”
“We missed you dad.” Paris said, hugging her father tightly.
“I missed you kids too…hey, your dad brought someone he’d like you kids to meet…” Michael looked around. His eyebrow went up, inquisitively. “Where ‘s Grace?”
“Right here.” Grace said, her accent laying thick in her words. My smile faded, as my confidence was shattered. When my eyes laid on her, I felt an uncomfortable tension in the air. I sucked in a breath as my hand clutched Michael’s. Michael reassuringly squeezed my hand as a way of tell me that it would be all right. I wasn’t buying it. Grace was also sizing me up as she walked over and kissed Michael’s cheek. Her eyes not leaving me for the short moment. Her eyes finally met Michael’s when she pulled away.
“You’re back so soon…and who is this?” Grace said, her eyes falling upon me again. I looked away, staring at portrait of a flower upon the adjacent wall before my eyes fell upon hers. I cleared my throat, my heart beginning to beat loudly in my ears. In her gaze, I felt small, like a disgusting insect that she wanted to crush.
“I’m…I’m Crystal…Michael’s fiancé.” I said, extending my hand out for her to take, instead she looked at it as if it was a knife.
“Oh that’s nice…” Grace said, as she began turning away. Her eyes turned to Michael. “Well I’ll be in the study if you want to talk Michael.” And with that, she turned on her heel and walked out of the entryway leaving Michael and I alone with his children.
“I’m really sorry, she’s not normally like that…” Michael began, but then Prince spoke up.
“Dad, Grace says that Crystal is a two-bit tramp who is after your money, is that true?”
“Yeah dad, why should we like her?” Came Paris’ response. Michael’s eyes widened as he stiffened. He looked at me then peeled himself away from them.
“Did Grace say this?” All three of them nodded then Blanket piped up.
“And some things that we promised not to tell…” The color drained from Michael’s face. He was shocked. Michael was at a loss of words. Then his whole demeanor changed, he was furious.
“Kids go to your rooms, and don’t come out until I’ve talked to each one of you. When I come to your room I want the truth…all of it you hear?”
“But dad-”
“Prince Michael Joseph don’t argue with me. Do it now.” His voice was still soft but had a raw edginess that I had never heard before. Without questioning their father’s authority all three children walked out of the entryway. Michael then turned to me.
“Please make yourself at home, I have something to discuss with my nanny.” Michael said, leaving me alone in the entryway.
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