Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston

Relaxing

Whitney

I opened my eyes and yawned. I looked around the room and saw no Michael. I smiled to myself. I got out of bed and remembered and wild night about one o'clock in the morning. I found my pajamas and quickly put them on. I added fuzzy slippers and my fuzzy robe. I followed the smell of food down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Goodmorning." Michael said when he saw me.

"Morning." I sat across from him. "Did you eat yet?"

"No. I was waiting for you to get up. So we can eat together."

"Awe. That's sweet." I smiled.

"Are you still tired?" He blushed.

"Not really. Why?" I asked causing him to blush deeper.

"Because...we were up about half the night." He said quietly.

"Well, I can get about a hour of sleep and be fine so don't worry." I blew him a kiss. "What are you going to do today?"

"Record some songs. And probably ride some rides." He shrugged as the serves handed us our food.

"Thank you." Me and Michael say at the same time.

The servers nodded and walked off. My plate was full with eggs, bacon, two pancakes, and a small bowl of fruit and a cup of coffee. This was my favorite breakfast dish about a year ago. But now I'm trying to maintain a healthy diet. Michael saw that I was eyeing my food.

"What's wrong, Whit? You love this dish." He said eating a piece of pancake.

"I know. But I'm on a strict diet, Michael." I said.

"A diet? What? Why?" He looked appalled.

"Because I feel like I been gaining weight."

"Whitney, stop it. You're not gaining weight. You're slim. Eat some breakfast please." He said sternly.

"Okay, okay." I said.

I took a bite of bacon.

"So how come you looked uncomfortable when we went to visit my family?"

"Because it's been so long. I guess I was nervous at the questions they were going to throw. Especially when Jackie asked me that question."

"Don't be. My family loves you." He said.

"I know. But I feel queasy around them sometimes. I don't know why." I shrugged.

"Anyway, you should record some of your songs today. If you would like." He suggested.

"No. Maybe some other day. Can I relax today? Not be Whitney Houston the super star, be Whitney Houston that goes for walks and watches TV." I said.

"I'm sorry for bringing it up." He held his hands up.

I looked down at my finished plate. I pushed the plate away and looked at my couple of strawberries in the bowl. I picked up one and bit into it.

"So, while I record my songs can you please go fix your hair." He joked.

I know I looked a mess even with my short, honey blond, hair. I laughed and finished my strawberries.

"I like it by the way. Honey blond suits you." He said also finished his food.

"Thank you." I smiled.

Our servers came and took our plates and glasses away. I roused out of my chair and walked upstairs. I was really full. I'm so used to salads and vegetables that I forgot that there was other foods in the world.

I entered the bed room and stretched. The blanket and sheets on the bed was really messy. I smiled and walked over to Michael side of the bed ready to fix the bed when a blue book caught my eyes. I looked to see if Michael was in anywhere near the room. I picked it up and opened it. I know it may be snooping but the words on it said Songs About Whitney. They were obviously lyrics.

The first song was call Love Never Felt So Good. It was very smooth and calming. I could hear his voice singing the song. I started reading all the others songs. Michael cleared his throat a little amused. I whirled around and saw him. He was leaning in the doorway with his hands in his pajama pants pockets.

"Sorry. But the words on the cover practically told me to read it. I'm sorry." I apologized.

"It's okay. It's just lyrics. Do you like them?" He asked.

"Yes. They're lovely." I smiled.

"Thanks. I'm going down to the studio. Frank is down there waiting for me." He kissed my cheek, taking the book from me.

I sat there for a while thinking about the book of songs bout me. I never knew he could express his feelings so much. I ran my fingers through my hair and stood up. I smiled and started fixing the bed. I looked over the room to make sure everything was clean. After my inspection I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Michael was right. I looked crazy. Most of my makeup was smudged especially my lipstick. My hair was messy. I was surprised. Usually my short hair would stay perfect went I went to sleep but I guess we were pretty wild.

I got in the shower and immediately started washing my body. I loved hot water. It relaxes my muscles. I started singing my song Greatest Love Of All. That was one of my favorites. I waited until I was done with the song to get out of the shower. I wrapped the towel around me and stepped into the bed room.

I felt a small rush of wind as I walked over to my wardrobe. I looked through my clothing. I was humming as I did so. I picked out blue jeans and a flowery badge shirt. I put on my undergarments and then my clothes. I tucked my shirt in because I felt more sophisticated. I ran a comb through my hair and in five seconds it was fixed. I didn't need any makeup on because I wasn't going anywhere today. I put on a pair of low top boots and sprayed my signature perfume on me.

I walked downstairs still humming. I opened the door that led to the basement studio. I heard Michael's angelic voice as I walked down the stairs. I hugged Frank and sat down in the chair next to him. When Michael saw me he stopped singing.

"What's wrong, Mike?" Frank asked through the microphone.

"Nothing." Michael shook his head. "Start from the last chorus verse."

Frank turned on the music in his headphones and Michael started to sing. I couldn't see his eyes because he had on sunglasses but I could feel his eyes on me. I danced in my chair as Michael sung his song beautifully and gracefully.

"Michael, do you want to wrap things up?" Frank asked as Michael stepped out of the booth.

"Sure. We'll continue tomorrow at eight." Michael said. "Thanks, Frank."

"No problem." Frank said walking towards the door. "Have a great day."

"Thanks." I said.

"I see you fixed yourself up." Michael said pulling me in for a hug.

"Yes I did. I can't walk around looking slobby." I smiled.

"You can look slobbish and still look amazing." He kissed my cheek.

I giggled and looked away from him. "I honestly forgot how the studio looks."

"I'm crushed." He said rubbing my back.

"Shut up." I smiled.

"Do you want to join me on a magical Ferris wheel ride?" He pulled away from me.

"Why, I would like that a lot." I slightly said now in a British voice.

"Come my dear. You shall have the most magical time of your life." He said copying my voice.

He took my hand and we walked out the studio.