Author's Note: Flashback time. Please listen to the uploaded music in order to set these scenes. As a disclaimer, this idea is 100% fictional. Enjoy these next few chapters!
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1984 - California
Brenda
In my favorite silver convertible, with the top down, I pulled up in front of Hayvenhurst.
Its cobblestone path spiraled all the way up to this gorgeous and widespread estate.
Floral variations and shrubs lined up to brighten the surrounding area. A smile ran across my face as I admired the beauty for a moment.
My engine still churned as I waited for Michael to step outside.
At the steering wheel, I leaned back in my driver's seat and prepared to honk this horn.
Aviator sunglasses shielded my eyes as I hid from the warm California sunlight.
Just as I planned to honk the horn this time, my king stepped out.
Michael draped this jacket over one arm and slipped on Aviators all in one smooth motion.
Damn. I thought to myself.
"Sorry. I just left service and didn't realize you were coming. How are you?" Michael already opened the passenger side door and placed his belongings in the trunk. He'd referred to the Jehovah Witness religion, of course.
"Uh, uh." I smirked right behind my sunglasses and burned up so much fuel because of his man.
" What's wrong, Baby Girl?" Jackson offered to hold my face, but I almost jerked away from him and turned up my radio.
"Don't butter me up. You owe me gas! I've sat here for almost ten minutes." I slapped Michael's arm. My other acrylic fingers still gripped the steering wheel.
"Calm down the Jersey accent, okay? Damn. Sorry. Where are we going?" Michael huffed out loud. I rolled my eyes before pulling away from the home.
"It's a surprise." I teased. Tina Turner already belted from the radio speakers at this point. Michael just leaned back as the wind blew my curly hair.
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Congratulation. Celebration.
Cause my heart is the hardest to break.
Break up to make up.
Just to wake up.
With mascara all over my face...
Michael and I nodded along with the ballad as one producer relayed playback in the dimmed studio.
I'd always remember asking Prince to shred his now legendary guitar skills for this record. But Michael would never find out.
I didn't want even more drama to ensue between two of my favorite people. Relationship or not.
It wasn't until playback faded out that Michael spoke up in one way or another.
Even music producer excused himself for a moment, leaving me alone with Jackson.
"That's a really good record and your voice was powerful, but it's kind of sad. What's wrong?" Michael took off his Aviators.
"I wrote this song about Prince. Long before you and I got together." Being honest, I sat down right across from him at the mixing board.
"Baby, it's sounds new. I don't like the lyrics." Those Jackson eyes narrowed towards me.
"What do you mean, Mike? I wrote this as a poem first and basically went back to record. These lyrics are old." I hoped to clarify details, but Jackson folded both arms. Not convinced.
"Is there something I should know?" Michael sighed out loud this time. Silence fell between us before long. My heart thumped constantly.
"No! You're the only man I need. Prince can sulk all he wants, but I'm not seeing him anymore. " In that moment, I nearly panicked.
There was no way in hell that I'd ever cheat on my best friend.
My love.
"How do I know that you're even telling the truth? That song proves that you're still hurt by another man. What have I been doing with you?" Michael stood up from the chair out of nowhere and tossed up both hands.
"Mike? No! Where the hell are you going?! Michael!" My jaw dropped seconds before I yelled out loud. Even my New Jersey accent returned with vengeance, but I didn't even care.
Jackson slammed the door shut.
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Minnesota
Prince
"Have you even talked to Monty recently?" Vanity questioned me on the telephone one night. While unfortunately strung out on Coke most days now, I appreciated the blue moon occasions when we could actually hold a conversation.
Like right now.
Mo had somehow been one of the only talking points that I could use to "wake up" my old flame. I'd guessed that Mo brought her back to reality in one way or another.
Odd tactics, but functional. I didn't know what to think, but moved on.
"Not really. Mike claimed her and now I can't do shit. I only recorded this guitar solo for her album, but things were strictly professional." I didn't even know where to begin.
"Then, I don't know what to tell you, Skip. Michael's crazy about her based on what you've told me all this time." Vanity sighed out loud at this point. I completely understood her quiet frustration by now.
"You better believe it, Mama. They're real cute together, but Mike starts tripping as soon as another man even looks at her. Mo couldn't even call me to ask about the guitar solo until Mike wasn't around. Ridiculous. How insecure could this brother be?" I shook my head before long. Fury raced towards my heart within seconds.
"You've got to be kidding! That's crazy." Vanity almost yelled into my ears. Silence fell between us before long.
"Nobody else can have her, even if she's not cheating." I admitted and sighed out loud once again.
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Exposed || MJ/Prince
Fanfiction"I've finally given myself a voice." - Patrice Cooper
