The Chef | A Michael Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 6

Michael's POV

After Lunch we managed to get some choreography fixed, which was a big relief for me. There were only about 2 weeks left, before we had to leave and I got more nervous every day.

Having Maeve around me has helped me to get my mind off of everything. It's like she pushes a reset button in my head. Those breaks help me to find new solutions and make progress.

Since we got a lot of work done today, I decided to let the crew leave early today. I know they work very hard and I do ask for a lot.

As always I was the last to leave. I was waiting for Bill, my security guard, to take me home.

"Michael?"

I heard Maeve's voice and scanned to room but couldn't see her.

"Michael?"

I heard her again. Still no sight of her. I ran in the direction of which the sound came. Through the door, nothing.

Then I heard her again.

"Michael!"

I ran to the stairs and looked up. Still nothing.

Suddenly I saw her head peak down from upstairs. She had a wide grin on her face.

"Oh Michael" she called me again and soon was gone.

"Haha" I laughed running up the stairs, where one door was wide open. I ran through it and was on the roof of the building. The door behind me slamed shut, making me jump a little. I turned around and saw Maeve standing there smiling childishly.

Maeve's POV

Michael looked at me confused. Then he saw the small cake in my hands with a single lit candle sticking in the middle of the cake.

I was so ecstatic that I started singing for him.
"Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, dear Michael,
Happy Birthday to you" I sang while taking small steps in his direction.

"Make a wish" I said, holding the cake up.

He then closed his eyes and thought for a second before blowing out the candle.

"What did you wish for?" I asked quietly which made Michael laugh.

"Why so curious? I won't tell" he said with a smirk on his face.

A frown almost instantly appeared on my mouth.

"Ok" I said, pretending to be sad. "I guess I have to eat this cake all by myself then."

"I can help you with that" Michael said coming closer but I backed away and ran around him still holding the cake. He chased me.

"No!" I screamed, not knowing where to run. I heard his sweet giggle from behind, meaning he's close. "That's my cake. You blew out the candle, I eat the cake, that's teamwork, what else do you want?" I realised I was trapped in a corner with no way to escape.

In my defence I held the cake up as a shield. He took it out of my hands and ran back with me following behind.

"Michael" I whined. "Ok, I'll share" I tried to compromise.

"Ok, I'll give it back to you. BUT..." he raised his finger "just because I'm a gentleman."

I laughed at him and walked straight past him to the door and grabbed a huge bag. Inside I found a blanket and spread it out infront of him.

After the blanket was all set on the ground I pulled out two champagne glases and placed them on the blanket.

"I borrowed them from the kitchen" I explained. "But I haven't had enough time to run to the store, so we only have orange juice, I hope that's ok?!"