Rock With You: A Love Story

hotel caitlin

1 day later . . .

Belle's POV

"Oh look!" I chirp, turning to face Michael to show him the magazine I found with him on the cover, "I like this one." I hold up a pristine copy of this month's Life magazine, Michael's face plastered across the front.
"Oh, I haven't seen that before." Michael glances over at me, drawing his eyes away from the jet's window.
We are currently soaring through the sky, the only view we have is of misty puffs of cloud. Every now and then the clouds budge out the way, and we get a snappy glance down at the enormous city.

"How? Didn't you do a photo shoot with Life?" I
frown. I could've sworn thats how it works.
"Nah, sometimes places just snatch photos from other brands. It's illegal but I don't really care, at least they're keeping me relevant." He says casually before slipping off his seat onto his knees, and crawling over to where I'm sat on the ground.

This private jet's interior is nicer than any I've seen. There are cream, leathery couches in pairs, but masses of foot space in between the only 3 rows. But on the left side of the jet, there aren't seats. It's just open space with food and drink carts, magazine shelves and storage. Everything is cream or taupe, slick. It's like a living room, but bigger.

"Hey, there's the Jackson 5!" Michael gasps smiling down at a page inside the Life magazine. It was a photo of them on the Ed Sullivan Show in 1969.
"Aw, look at you!" I point at his face on the page. He was sporting a large, magenta hat with a patterned shirt. I find it very interesting how fashion has changed, but it looks cute.
"That was a good day, one of the best. It's a great memory." Michael's eyes are glued to the photo, darting corner to corner. Unless my eyes are decieving me, he seems to look slightly upset.
"Yeah?" I reply while examining his facial expression.
"Mhm." He hums before looking at me and smiling the cutest smile.

"Nearly there, guys." Ben walks in the room from a door behind us, a pink donut covered in sugar in his left hand.
"Okay, thanks." I reply as I watch Ben quickly chomp down on the pastry.

We are staying at Ben and his girlfriend's home in Melbourne while we are here, as it's near the stadium and we may aswell. I don't know what to expect but I know Ben is a great friend to Michael, and somewhat me, so it should feel comforable.

"You ok?" I try to say loosely to Michael.
"Yeah!" He shoots back, then clears his throat.
I stand up to stretch my legs from being sat looking at tens of glossy magazines for so long.
Quickly I feel Michael wrap his arms around my legs, his head leaning on them.
"Wassup?" I chuckle, stroking his curls down with my hand.
"I dunno." He sighs, sadly. I think he's trying to hide his face.
"I get that too. When you're just down for no reason?" I reassure him.
"Yeah, Joseph called earlier." He looks up at me from below my knees.
"Really? Why didn't you say anything?" I say, suprised. Michael and Joseph haven't spoken properly since they fell out back at Neverland. But they've never had a healthy relationship, Michael tells me.
"I didn't wanna talk about him. He called and asked for half a million dollars." Michael shakes his head in dissaproval, with a tut.
"Seriously?" I gasp, "What for? He has his own income!"
"I know, I know. He said I should give him it because I wouldn't be Michael Jackson if it wasn't for him." Michael huffs. He's heard that one too many times, I hate it.
"You've learned your own way around this industry, he hasn't got the right to use that against you. And plus, the only time he calls you is for something. That says enough." I rant.
"I know! I told him that, but I said I'd think about it." He stands up.
"You're not gonna do it?" I crease my brows.
"No way." He shakes his head and places his hands on his hips.
"Good. If he needs money, he can do it himself. He's grown." I growl.

2 hours later . . .

Michael's POV