Breaking News (Michael Jackson Short Fiction)

Tabloid Junkie (teaser chapter)

Michael +

"It seems as if the ultimate performer is teaming up with the billion dollar model, as an anonymous YouTube channel released a video of what seems to be a new music video for Michaels 1988 song, 'come together'. Although no one has confirmed this, there is no doubt that The King Of Pop's fans are going crazy over this Breaking News." The middle aged News reporter emphasised through the TV speakers.

I glanced my eyes at the TV while sighing about the ongoing rumours. I flick through multiple magazines on the coffee table in front of me.

Looking for one that didn't have a picture of either me or this 'Jessica Barton' model on it. They all seemed to have titles related to 'exclusive Michael Jackson' or 'Barton and Jackson'.

I eventually gave up, leaning back onto the sofa staring at Jessica on one of the covers.

Even I must admit, she is a gorgeous woman. Although she didn't seem to be any different from all the other models.

The only difference is that she would wear more exotic clothing in her photo-shoots.

She was wearing nude coloured fitted pyjama bottoms and no top. She faced the right of the magazine, crunched down on her knees ( shins facing the floor). Her arm covering her nipple area of her breast.

I was hypnotised by her beauty until Jack, my manager, turned the volume on the TV up.

"And now we got to Susan Dowry who is with Jessica Barton as we speak." The Middle aged reporter returned.

The TV made its way into New York, where Jessica was stood outside a coffee shop, clearly bombarded by press.

"Hello, I'm here with the very beautiful Jessica Barton. 'Jess, before we start talking about this new partnership with Jackson, we must know, is the footage even real?" The eager reporter basically shoved the question down her throat.

I felt her fright as I watched her intently. She was wearing a baggy jumper (that was clearly old) and black jeans. She had an intricate cut silver necklace around her neck that seems to darken her eye colour.

Jessica seems so casually dressed. Too casual for a super model. If the world didn't know her title she would seem like a beautiful, skinny woman just out to get coffee for her friends.

Though there was something defined about her. She held your focus without a doubt.

I watched as she opened her mouth slowly gasping for air before speaking.

"Well, yes the footage is real. I shot it about a month back.." She confirmed in her welsh accent.

I had no idea she was from Wales until now. Her accent is joyful and sweet to listen to.

The press around her seemed to rise in tension. "But no, it wasn't for Jackson. It was for a new advert, the clothing website 'Missguided' we're going to release. But I guess it got into the wrong hands, and although I do love Michael's songs..." She grinned.

"Especially 'Come Together', I have never personally set my eyes upon the King of Music in my entire life." She mad known as she made her way out of the press rally and walked away with coffee in hand.

I stared in relief of the truth finally being out, as the news programme ended.

"Michael?" Jack called me.

"Uh, yeah?" I responded, snapping back to reality.

"You should meet her." He suggested.

"Meet who?" I questioned confused.

"Jessica," he pointed out. "I seen the way you looked at her." He smirked.

"Huh," I laughed at his suggestion. "I'm not her type." I informed him before standing from the sofa and making my way to the kitchen.

"How would you know?" Jack followed me into the kitchen.

"Have you seen the men she's been with?" I asked him proving my point.

"Yeah, actually I have. Their all muscle and never want anything from her other than her money. They act nice and attend public things with her only to take half of her money away." He informed me, cockily.

The room was silent as I thought it over in my mind, pouring myself some orange juice.

"I'm just saying Mike, maybe you should at least speak to her. She seems like a genuine girl, who's stalked my press, exactly like you." He summarised and leaned against the kitchen counter.

"It's not like I could just walk up to her at star bucks, Jack." I laughed.

"No but I can call Vogue magazine and tell them Michael Jackson wants a photo shoot. And that it needs to be between 2:25-4:00pm tomorrow. Which incidentally is when Jessica is there." He admitted smugly.

With that he left the room, I didn't know if he was being serious or not, and I didn't question him. That night I heard him on the phone, but I thought nothing of it.

I took a hot shower, and with water dripping from my curls, I fell into the most peaceful sleep I've had in months.