Butterflies- A Michael Jackson story

"Michael's groupie?" - Chapter 9

Michael's POV

I look up when she walks out of the bathroom, my heart beating faster at the sight of her. Saga looks very beautiful in a red dress that looks as if it's made just for her. Her hair is still wet, falling over her thin light brown shoulders. I feel like i'm staring so I quickly look away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

I think of something to say but it's completely blank, luckily she speaks up and says "Guess we are matching" referring to her dress. I giggle "Guess we are". There's a loud knock on the door and I quickly stand up to open the door, not wanting Saga to do it.

It's the room service and a big wagon filled with all types of foods is driven inside my hotel room. I look over at Saga and she's just standing at the bathroom door gasping. I chuckle and say "Let's eat". She slowly starts walking towards the couch and small table where i'm now placing different plates of food. Bacon, pancakes, bread, waffles, all that you can think off. "You eat like this everyday?" She asks still shocked. "Yeah" I shrug

We sit down at the table and begin to eat. I can't help but let my eyes fall on her for split seconds, taken away by her beauty. We start to eat.

"You have anything planned for today?" I ask her while taking a glass of orange juice to my lips

"Me?" She asks taken aback my my question

I chuckle "Well, there's no one other than you in this room so yes"

"Oh, no I don't really" She say while putting jam on a pancake. "What are you up to today?"

"Well, I have an interview this morning and then I have rehearsal and a concert this evening" I say casually, because it's like any other day for me.

She looks at me with her very pretty blue eyes "You have such an amazing life"

"I guess" I say "But it has it's cons" I say

"Like what?" She asks sounding interested

"It's very stressful sometimes. I get followed by paparazzi everywhere and they make up all of these false stories. I can't even, you know, be seen outside with a female friend without them writing crazy stuff about it" I say as I toss her a magazine, thinking that she should know what the tabloids wrote about yesterdays events.

She looks at the front cover with shocked eyes. An "Oh god" escapes her mouth. The magazine is from today and the front cover is of me and her walking inside of the hotel. The headline reading "Michael Jackson with his groupie". She looks up at me with a terrified look in her eyes blurting out "But it isn't true, oh god i'm so sorry". I chuckle at her reaction to which she looks surprised. "You think this is funny?" She asks. "Yes! And I guess that you can say that you really are my groupie since we slept in the same bed and all" I say jokingly. She looks down at her knees and blush. I giggle and eat a slice of melon.

"Okay so tell me about your life! What's the reason behind your unusual name, what music do you listen too and what do you do for a living?" I ask. I want too get to know this girl better.

"Oh it's not that interesting" She says

"I bet it is. Tell me!" I encourage her

"Well, my parents are from Sweden so it's a Swedish name, and I guess I listen to different types of music like yours, Queen, Red hot chili Peppers, U2 and The Beatles among others. Right now I'm studying here in New York while working in a café part time." She says shrugging

" Well let me say that you have a great music taste" I say smiling

We eat and talk some more, i'm having a great time. I usually eat my breakfasts alone so it feels good having someone to talk too about casual stuff that doesn't involve my work or business. I often eat breakfast with my manager but then we usually talk about business stuff, so this as a change feels good. She is very easy to talk to, it was kinda awkward in the beginning because I could tell that she was shy and didn't like the attention that I was giving her. I've been that way myself so I could tell. But after a while she loosens up and starts talking more, sharing a few more laughs together. I feel normal in her presence, she didn't treat me differently which is something I really appreciate.

20 minutes later there's a loud knock on the door. I sigh, the fun's over. Ín comes a angry looking Frank - my manager.

"Where the fuck have you been Michael, you need to prepare for your interview which is in 10 minutes! And why the fuck is that girl still here" He says in a husky voice. God he is pissed off today.

Saga quickly stands up from the chair she was sitting on "Oh god i'm so sorry, I'm gonna leave now"

"Hey Frank that's not okay, i'm ready for the interview" I turn towards Frank and sees him judgmentally eying Saga up and down. I start to get irritated, what's his problem? "And actually, Saga is staying with me today" I confidently say to Frank while grabbing her elbow while she's passing me. I stare into Franks eyes to see his reaction, he doesn't look happy. He should have known better than pissing me off, he knows I love to do what i'm told not to. Saga looks surprisedly at me but doesn't leave my side. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, I haven't even asked if she was willing too spend the day with me.

I didn't realize how close she was standing until now. She smells like coconut and raspberries. Suddenly I remember my hand still on her arm and quickly pull away.

"Michael this really isn't a great day to have guests, you have an important interview" He says sounding tired

"I think it's a great day for guests" I say giving in an innocent smile

"God Michael I hate you, why do you have to make everything so hard for me" He says playfully

"Well I love you too Frank" I laugh

He turns around and start walking out of the room while saying "Interview in 10 minutes, be ready".