Shades of Blue (Michael Jackson FanFic)

Chapter 2

Mia fell asleep shortly after Ryan's outburst. She drempt of her and Michael together, the perfect couple. Ryan came upstairs after cooling down. He wanted to know where Mia had went. He didn't like lies or secrets, and he gets angry when Mia is being secreative. Ryan shook Mia awake and glared at her furiously. "LOOK! YOU ARE GOING TO TELL ME WHERE YOU WERE. I'M NOT GONNA KEEP ASKING MIA!" he yelled. Mia jumped up and pushed Ryan.

"LISTEN MAN. I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU JACK! BUT IF YOU INSIST, I WAS WITH MICHAEL." she shot back.

"MICHAEL JACKSON?! GET REAL. HE DOESN'T WANT YOU. YOU'RE STUPID AND WORTHLESS. GOOD FOR NOTHING TRAMP." he said.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY? LISTEN TO ME YOU JACKASS, I HAVE BEEN PUTTING UP WITH YOUR SHIT FOR 2 YEARS. HE WANTS ME. IF ANYTHING HE THINKS YOUR A PISSDICK OF A BOYFRIEND, AND I AGREE. SO TONIGHT, I WANT YOU TO GET YOUR SHIT, AND GET THE HELL UP OUT OF MY HOUSE. YOU ASSHOLE! YOU ARE A CONTROLLING BASTARD AND I AM CUTTING YOU LOOSE!" she said grabbing his stuff.

Ryan complied and packed his bags angrily. "You're gonna regret this Mia. Watch. He's gonna drop your ass like a hot potato and you'll be right back with me." he said walking out the door. Mia couldn't believe she put up with that for so long. It was time to drop him quick. 

She called Michael and told him that she had dumped Ryan faster than she expected. She told him about the fight they had and that she was offically ready to pursure her relationship with him.

"You want me to come over? You sound worked up."

"Nah. I'm cool. I just need some sleep now. I'll see you tommorow kay?

"I'll be there first thing in the morning. Good night Mia."

"Night Mike."

*The Next Day*

Michael woke up and headed to the shower. He couldn't wait to see Mia. He was going to make her so happy. Who could treat a sweet girl like that he wondered. She deserved better, and he was just the man for the job.

He was ready and out the door. His bodyguards along with his assistant Bill Bray came along. Meanwhile Mia was doing the finishing touches on her make-up. She was wearing a pink dress along with some white pumps. She cleaned up her mess, and them she heard the doorbell ring.

She walked to the door and found Michael standing there with roses. She smiled widely and took them. "Oh Michael they're beautiful. Thank you! Come in please!" she said. Mia walked to the kitchen and Michael closed the door and followed her. He analyzed her sexy body. She looked hot in her dress, and she knew how to shashay in those heels. 

"I'm gonna put these in a vase, then we can leave." she said. Michael sat down and looked around, He saw all types of paintings on her wall. They were so beautiful and captivating to him. Mia walked back in the kitchen and grabbed her house keys. 

"These paintings are amazing. Who painted these?!"--"I did. I've always wanted to be an artist, so I've been painting ever since. I have a small shop on 95th. It's called Epiphany. If you like we can go by there."--"Definately! These are so good! You have a gift. I would like to buy some of your work, if you don't mind."--"Not at all." she said. 

They headed out and went to breakfast. Mia was having the time of her life and Michael was too. Mia knew that she only knew him for 3 days, but it felt like a lifetime. After that they went to Michael's hotel room to watch a movie.

The lobby was quiet and empty of  papparazzi, so they made a run for the room. Mia walked in and looked around. He had a lot of stuff; books, clothes, games, and movies. He was self-entertaining. 

"Sorry about the mess. Just make yourself at home." he said directing her to the couch. She smiled and sat down. Michael sat next to her and smiled shyly. "So what movie did you want to watch?"

"Not really in the mood for a movie. Let's talk." Mia said. Michael looked suprised and shrugged. "O.K. So how long have you lived in Atlanta?"

"All my life. This is all I know. My mom and dad split when I was 5. My dad lives in Nevada now, and my mom is dead." she said sadly.

"Im so sorry to hear that Mia." he said conforting her. "Im o.k now. My mom was everything to me. She was the only thing i had, until Ryan came along. He was so sweet to me. It was like God sent him to me."

"Im here now Mia. You can count on me. Im not gonna let anyone hurt you. I was hurt like you when i was young. My father used to beat my brothers and I, usually because we couldn't get a step right or somethin. Marlon was a constant target. My father would use me as an example, and that would put a lot of pressure on me. I guess that's why im so self-conscious. He made me feel worthless sometimes."

"Im sorry to hear that Michael. I guess we've both been through some rough patches huh?" "Yeah we have. So what inspired you to be an artist?"

"Well, when I was little i used to watch my mom paint in her studio. I remember she bought me a little easel and we used to paint together. I as i got older, I was more into it. People told me that I was talented and my work displayed potential, so i pursued my dream as an artist."

"Wow. That's amazing. I think James Brown was my influence. He dances like lightning. I used to stand in front of the t.v and just copy him. He's my dancing hero" Michael said smiling.

"You're amazing Michael. You are a really beautiful person. Don't ever doubt that kay?" Mia said. "Thank you Mia. You are too." Michael said.

They both watched "West Side Story", while Michael's cook, Nina made dinner. "Mr.Jackson, dinner is ready." Nina called from the kitchen. "O.K. Thanks Nina, and I told you to call me Michael. Mr. makes me sound old." Michael said giggling. Mia smiled. "Im sorry...Michael." Nina said smiling.

They both sat and ate. Mia grabbed her chicken wing and went at it like a monster. Michael slowly broke his apart, and ate it. Mia stopped and stared at him. "Michael, you dont have to impress me with your table manners. Bite into that wing like you're mad at it!" Mia laughed.

Michael blushed. "Alright." He grabbed the wing and just ate it, not caring about the sauce that dripped from his face. Mia giggled. "Nina makes the best chicken. mmm mmm mmmm!!" he said wiping his face. "This is good, and the mac and cheese. So, these are your favorite foods?"

"No, I actually am a fan of mexican food. This is just one of my comfort food combos." Michael assured Mia. "Oh I see. I like Mexican food too." she said smiling.

They were finished eating and it was time for Mia to get home. "Next time if you want, you can spend the night, you know..." Michael told her. "That sounds like a plan Mike. I look forward to it." Mia answered back.

Michael had dropped Mia off at home, and then suddenly there was a wave of loneliness that moved across him. Mia made him feel happy, and she and him had everything in common, like they could easily connect.

She was definately the one.