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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-Three ~ More tests.

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“Ouch!” I yelped, as I felt the hard speculum enter me.
“I’m sorry. I take it this is your first time getting a pap smear.” The female gynecologist stated, as she began to open the metal instrument.
“Yep.” I said, my face scrunching up with discomfort. Not only from the instrument, but from laying spread eagle in front of a woman whom I had never seen before with my feet in stirrups. I felt something lightly rub the front of my cervix, then I felt something sharply pinch my cervix, causing me to jump in pain.
“Ow!”
“Sorry, I just scraped a small sample of your cervix to see if we can find any abnormality that could be caused by an STD. Before that I swabbed it with a Q-tip.” The lady said, matter of factly. The doctor released the metal instrument and withdrew it from me.
“See? Wasn’t that bad, was it?”
“Not as bad as I expected…” The doctor then, with a gloved hand slipped two fingers into me, and proceed to press down on my lower abdomen. I winched in discomfort as the gynecologist continued her examination. After a few moments, she withdrew from me and took off her gloves. She then wrote on a doctors pad and handed a slip to me.
“I would like for you to go to the lab and get some blood work done. Then after that you should be free to go. As a reminder, your results will be in as soon as three days.”
“Okay, will you call me or Michael?”
“Most likely Michael, since he’s been a patient here before. You don’t mind that he knows, do you?”
“Oh no. I don’t mind. I just wish we didn’t have to go through this…”
“Well it’s a risky situation, and some guys can’t keep themselves in their pants. You guys are doing the right thing though, getting tested, just in case.”
“Yeah.” I said, unsure of what the doctor was thinking.
“But I’m going to leave you and allow you to get dressed, then you’ll need to head to the lab. Michael should be already down there.” The gynecologist said. I nodded as I hopped off the examination table and proceeded to get dressed. The gynecologist left the room as I dressed and I headed straight for the lab. Following the signs on the walls until I arrived at my destination. I walked in and Michael’s eyes met mine. He mouthed a ‘I love you.’ and gave me a reassuring smile. I sat down next to Michael as a lab technician took my slip and instructed me to place my arm out. I was no stranger to needles. I didn’t mind them, it was the pap smear that I didn’t like.
Michael had finished his blood work when I was in the middle of mine. He chose to stay with me but not once did he look at the various tubes of blood that the technician was collecting from me. I knew blood made him squeamish. In a few moments, all the necessary vials of blood were collected and the needle was taken out of my arm. Holding the cotton ball to the injection site, I got up and allowed the nurse to place a band-aid over it. Michael interlaced his fingers with my own, as we walked out of the hospital, quickly getting into the SUV, while trying to avoid the nosy photographers.
The week went by fairly quickly, the only time that I actually got to rest was when I was able to sleep. Before I knew it, Karen was handing me the keys to the vast condo that I was renting and I was unpacking all the things that Michael and I had bought on our shopping excursions in Los Angeles. Yannick, Wayne, Tyler, Paul and Dennis were carrying all the heavy furniture like the two sofas, the bed and the washer and dryer while Michael and I were unpacking the clothes, kitchen utensils, books and putting together the in-home studio so I could write my music.
Before the day was over we had unpacked all the boxes, meanwhile Michael had stepped out.
“Hey Crys, where you want the vanity?”
“In the bedroom…did you happen to see where Michael went? He’s supposed to help me figure out how these cords go into the mixer…” I said, as I tried unwind the various chords that would go into the mixer from the microphones for the piano, guitar and drum kit. I put the cords down in defeat as I stood up, my tummy growling in hunger.
“Um, no I didn’t, but I’m sure he’ll be back soon…”
“Michael? He’s out getting something. As to what that is, I don’t have a clue, but I’m sure it’ll be good…” Tyler said, as they continued to unpack the new stereo system I bought. I let out a sigh as a looked at Yannick.
“Yannick, you know what time it is?” I asked, wiping my nose of the beads of sweat that began to form. He placed the box that he was unpacking aside to glance at his watch.
“It’s almost seven-thirty. Man, I didn’t even realize it was so late.”
“I’m starving.” Paul said, as he finished putting the last of the screws into my new computer desk. “How long are we supposed to be here anyway?”
“Until everything’s done I guess.” Wayne said as he appeared from the bedroom. “Well bedroom’s done…” His eyes met each one of ours and noticed that Michael was missing.
“Hey where’s MJ? Don’t tell me he bailed on us…”
“Nah he said he was stepping out for something…he better come back with some food though.” As if on cue, Michael walked into the apartment carrying two boxes of Chicago-style pizza.
“Here guys, enjoy…Crys, can you come with me dear, I have something I want to show you.” Michael said, as his arm enveloped my waist and led me toward the door. I snagged a slice of pizza on the way out as Michael led me downstairs.
“So what is it that you want to show me…?”
“You’ll see.”
“Come on Michael give me a little hint.”
“Oh okay, remember when we checked out car dealerships?”
“Yeah…you didn’t!”
“Yes, but there was one we hadn’t visited yet and I wanted to take you to it.”
“…But, babe, its past five…”
“I called ahead and pulled some strings, I really think that you’ll like what they have offer…”
“Michael we must have visited over ten dealerships today…I’m not paying over a hundred grand for a car I don’t even like…”
“Just humor me, please?”
“Oh all right, I suppose. What could it hurt, right?”
“That’s my girl.” Michael said as he turned around and gave me a chaste kiss. He led me to the SUV where he took the wheel as I sat on the passenger side. The conversation was light, and consisted of what I wanted in a car. I wanted something nice, but nothing that would scream “I’m a celebrity, look at me!”. I wanted something new, but nothing too flashy, but yet it needed to have a lot of power incase I needed to make a fast getaway from the paparazzi.
Michael drove to the dealership, once we were parked we got out and approached a man standing outside.
“Michael, glad you can make it.” His eyes averted to me as his eyes slowly ran over my body. I felt a little uncomfortable under the man’s prying gaze. “Well, she is a looker, you sure know how to pick em Mike.” The man said, glancing at Michael before returning his gaze to me. Michael glared at the man.
“Travis, you’re making her uncomfortable. She’s the one you’re selling the car to.” Michael said, point blank. Travis’ face turned red, as his eyes averted then back up at me, and gave a silent apology.
“Okay, well shall we look at some cars?” Travis said trying to get past his embarrassment by getting right down to business. He showed us the showroom first and given, I did like some of the cars, but when I got in, they didn’t feel right. Car after car, I turned down because they either were a manual, or they just weren’t me. Both Michael and Travis were getting frustrated with me, but they were determined. I could give them that much. As I was driving around the lot in a Mercedes, my eye caught a Ford Mustang that was white with blue flames going across the hood. I stopped and hopped out to look at it.
“Crys, come on! What are you doing?”
“Mike, chill she’s just checking out a repo…relax…” I could hear Travis say. It wasn’t before long that Travis was at my side.
“See something you like?” He said, in a tone that gave the saying a dual meaning.
“Yeah…” I looked at Travis to see he had a cheesy grin plastered on his face. “I was referring to the car, not you.” I said, flatly. I got back down to business.
“What’s up with the marks on it? Ooh, and the dents.” I asked as my hand ran over a deep dent on the right side of the car. “You said it was repo?”
“Yeah, the bastard keyed up the car and took a bat to it. We just replaced the glass a few days ago. But this car isn’t for sale…shall we go look at the other…”
“I’d like to take it out for a spin if you don’t mind?” I asked turning around to see Travis and Michael standing there looking at me, like I had gone out of my mind. I looked at Travis with the best puppy dog expression I could muster. “Please?”
“I’ll be back with the key.” Travis said, giving in and turning back around and hopping in the Mercedes and taking off toward the dealership.
“You are truly something, out of all the fantastic cars out here, you choose the one with the most problems…”
“I guess I could say the same for you Mr. Jackson…out of all the pretty women here in Hollywood, you chose me, a nobody over them…”
“Crystal, where are you getting at, I really don’t like you degrading yourself like that…”
“Well I’m saying that the ones who often get overlooked, the ones who look like they need the most work, are usually the ones with the most personality.” I said, leaning my hip against the side of the hood. Michael looked at me, and took my thoughts into consideration. Then he looked baffled.
“I guess I don’t know what you mean, but please, don’t put yourself down like that.” He said taking my hand in his and pulling me toward him. Our lips met in a heated kiss that showed how much passion he really had for me. I wrapped my around him pulling him against me as we continued our passionate lip lock. His hands ran down to the seat of my jeans where they squeezed, pressing me against his arousal. Before long we could hear someone clearing their throat and the two of us pulled away, breathless and wanting more.
“Well,” Travis cleared his throat again. “Here’s the key, take her out for a spin. Michael you can go with her if you’d like.”
“I think I might just do that.” Michael said, as he got in the passenger side, while I got on the driver side. Immediate I felt like I was one with the car. I strapped my safety belt and put the key into the ignition. I looked at Michael who looked at me and gave a smile as he buckled in.
*Twenty Minutes Later*
We drove back to the lot and I was convinced that the Mustang was what I wanted and as much as Michael tried to convince me to look at other cars. I was so sold on the Mustang. During our drive I had discussed all the things I would like to have done to the car and Michael was listening carefully, as if he was making a mental list.
“Are you sure that that’s the car you want? I mean, it needs a lot of work and you’re going to be paying through the nose to get everything you want done to it…”
“Michael, I really, really, reeaaallly like this car. I think it suits me and I don’t really care how much getting everything done to it costs. It’s not like I’m poor anymore…”
“…But didn’t you like the Mercedes, or the Lamborghini, or even the Ferrari? Didn’t any of those cars appeal to you?”
“They did to a point, but I don’t want my car to scream ‘Look at me! I’ve got lots of money.’ I want a subtle car on the outside, but beautiful and sexy on the inside…” He looked at me with a small grin on his face. I parked the car and looked at Michael as he leaned forward and kissed my lips softly.
“Honey, you’re beautiful inside and out and you deserve only the best…if this car is the one you want then I’ll get it for you. No need for you to pay for it.” And with that Michael got out and walked over to Travis and began writing him a check for the amount of the car. Then it hit me. Michael was going to pay for it…no…
I got out of the car and ran over to Michael.
“Michael wait! You don’t have to. I can pay for it…” Before I knew it though Travis and Michael had gone inside to discuss the details of the purchase. I had gotten to the door Michael was on the other side of it. He smirked mischievously as he turned the knob and locked the door. My jaw dropped and my eyes must’ve reflected my shock because Michael giggled then pressed his lips to the glass. He then stepped away and followed Travis to his office. I let out a heavy sigh as I stepped away from the door and grabbed my cigarettes from my purse and lit one.
Why was Michael paying for my car, when he knew I had the money?
*About an hour or so later*
Michael and Travis came walking out of the dealership laughing. By this time I was becoming a little impatient, I was being eaten alive by mosquitoes while they had sealed the deal on the car and proceeded to shoot the sh!t in a mosquito-free, climate controlled environment. The SUV was locked so I couldn’t climb in to save myself from the now 44th mosquito that was in mosquito heaven because she tried draw blood from me. Not to mention that I was growing so hungry that I had gone through the pack of gum from my purse to try and stave off the nagging feeling.
Needless to say, I wasn’t very happy.
As Michael walked over to the SUV, I stood by it, trying to be patient, but from Michael’s expression I was failing miserably.
“I’m sorry honey, I never meant to be so long…”
“It’s fine, can we just go back to the apartment?”
“Sure. Are you hungry?”
“Very, but never mind that…”
“Well how about we stop by and grab you a bite to eat before we go back to the apartment…”
“Fine, whatever.” I said venomously. I fiercely scratched the mosquito bites that littered my upper arm.
“Are you mad at me?” Michael asked as he started the SUV and put it in drive. There was a long pause before I could give an answer.
“No, not really. You didn’t have to buy the car. I could’ve bought it.”
“It’s okay, I told you I was going to get you a car. Don’t you remember? In Ireland?”
“Yeah, I just…well I guess I forgot…”
“It’s okay really. I want to buy you the things you’ve always wanted. I’m your fiance, I’m supposed to be your sugar daddy too, hell I love to make you happy. I’m happy when your happy, but you’re not happy…”
“I am too happy, I just didn’t expect you to be so long, or the mosquitoes to be so damn bad. I had to have killed fifty mosquitoes while you in there…you didn’t have to lock me out.”
“Oh my bad. I forgot about the mosquitoes. How about when we get back to your apartment I rub some anti-itch cream on you? I think you’d like that…maybe after a hot bath?” I wanted to leap out of my seat to kiss him, so I did. His concentration was broken from the road and he swerve a bit to the left. I helped steady the wheel as I continued to kiss him.
“I take it, that you like that idea.”
“Ooh hell yes, Grace is with the kids right?” You see, Grace came back a day after her blow out with Michael and begged for her job back, apologizing for her assumptions and promised to make it right. Michael gave in and hired her back after forcing her to sign another confidentiality agreement. I still didn’t trust Grace, however. But the kids love her, and I’m not going to get in the way of how Michael runs his house and staff.
“Of course, so we have the night together…I wanted to take you up on your offer anyway…”
“Offer? What offer?” I was completely confused…since when did I make an offer?
“Tying you to the bed posts…and having my way with you…” Michael said in a low voice, as he pressed down on the accelerator. Oh boy, this was going to be an interesting night.
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